tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15289533683713826072024-02-08T02:19:47.991+01:00RenaciendoNataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-15517783471183138692013-10-01T00:27:00.001+02:002013-10-01T00:27:16.562+02:00PASIÓN A DESHORA<br />
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Resbalas por mi piel,<br />
las manos aferradas a mi cuello.<br />
Mi vientre contraído<br />
en un susurro de calor,<br />
que me inunda.<br />
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Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-61690143099904390702013-09-24T13:37:00.001+02:002013-09-24T13:37:16.820+02:00A tí<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17buxBtWkHQfn_j5j317w8C0YyLEWP67aX957CGPs4CK8flaJ-w1f1pVvZGprVjpiTOIQhqvacwg9bQQH-_iFJCG_k1QqewXahOyoeWuj2UCn6d9yQjopkWkeKvRGJi5aYFzFKsmO4n4/s1600/sexual-health-forum-header1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17buxBtWkHQfn_j5j317w8C0YyLEWP67aX957CGPs4CK8flaJ-w1f1pVvZGprVjpiTOIQhqvacwg9bQQH-_iFJCG_k1QqewXahOyoeWuj2UCn6d9yQjopkWkeKvRGJi5aYFzFKsmO4n4/s1600/sexual-health-forum-header1.jpg" height="78" width="200" /></a>Bailas desnudo al son de mi boca,<br />
tus ingles se estremecen al contacto de mis uñas.<br />
Mi lengua es el placer que te hace desear mis caderas.<br />
Me penetran tus gemidos con dulzura.
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Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-46635451657565675032013-09-23T23:57:00.001+02:002013-09-24T11:55:48.345+02:00¿Re-inspiración?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsOi7gp-lNSpbGm3R1ta_CDYPDneO9SihrxsrUk3JRE4AtBKQhh-b_yp52kZvMzHJ9kYWkBvvnWL_kqnKdZjmtoOwHAIjoGm6zLwVABqK2F2i68eFjWS7MCskC0-TKQW3XSM44JWlI7M/s1600/images+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsOi7gp-lNSpbGm3R1ta_CDYPDneO9SihrxsrUk3JRE4AtBKQhh-b_yp52kZvMzHJ9kYWkBvvnWL_kqnKdZjmtoOwHAIjoGm6zLwVABqK2F2i68eFjWS7MCskC0-TKQW3XSM44JWlI7M/s320/images+(1).jpg" height="320" width="289" /></a><br />
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La piel me quema entre tus manos.<br />
Me erizo con tú boca<br />
en esa humedad del susurro<br />
que conjura mi nombre.
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Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-31126118111407022262011-03-29T15:55:00.002+02:002011-03-29T22:12:38.535+02:00A unas Torres GemelasDos colosos coronan el horizonte<br />
Observan desde sus azoteas<br />
la insignificancia del ser humano.<br />
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Acostumbrados a su presencia,<br />
nadie dice nada.<br />
<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d4b51b1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-89806625187089858762011-03-29T15:50:00.001+02:002011-03-29T16:30:58.284+02:00Generaciones<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBYWj0a_tyOQxjRXhQpFtW_sFZYHjYKxdsA2j2cONyadqfJjUwvkiX0sHF4SD-3klEteIuvhgszW7euB3rCLXFqzoGjks-UnR1nuJiRCE0zQ4E5tjQiHM_wWM-VnoYMTAG6wEUWekI28/s1600/20090316170730_mans2+jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="136" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBYWj0a_tyOQxjRXhQpFtW_sFZYHjYKxdsA2j2cONyadqfJjUwvkiX0sHF4SD-3klEteIuvhgszW7euB3rCLXFqzoGjks-UnR1nuJiRCE0zQ4E5tjQiHM_wWM-VnoYMTAG6wEUWekI28/s200/20090316170730_mans2+jpg.jpg" /></a></div>Amanece gris, <br />
el sol se ciega de realidad.<br />
Muertes, robos...<br />
más muertes.<br />
Amargo futuro para los que esperan.Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-76118722330691538392011-03-29T15:45:00.002+02:002011-03-29T16:35:29.442+02:00Infancia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2RAua8SKIqY3f8goFCsqPhYccygjQ_evFNwkt-L1ZGW1M5AezilpKlgso_JKlHIGP6romVS4lPefyMhVT7IHM2mMwuguRCioZFPbpJ1pjn-Sc6mwrXaYAU6NctVUv9c9uQSUtDT5PfI/s1600/nfancia-y-publicidad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="144" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2RAua8SKIqY3f8goFCsqPhYccygjQ_evFNwkt-L1ZGW1M5AezilpKlgso_JKlHIGP6romVS4lPefyMhVT7IHM2mMwuguRCioZFPbpJ1pjn-Sc6mwrXaYAU6NctVUv9c9uQSUtDT5PfI/s200/nfancia-y-publicidad.jpg" /></a></div>Risas, llantos,<br />
juegos, saltos,<br />
todo vale<br />
cuando no has crecido.<br />
Inocencia sin conciencia.Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-59698902584959149542011-03-28T18:28:00.003+02:002011-03-29T22:10:27.205+02:00¿Por qué no...? Uno para ellos.Erguido, frena ante a ella<br />
coloca sus manos, relaja la mente<br />
cierra los ojos:dispara.<br />
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Siente el impacto:<br />
"justo en el centro", <br />
-piensa despreocupada-. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgRVkROvAFZOGR60Vd3wH6My4wFbB5HjT89vVQ0-Jbt51oXR6h79k2IXeKGvVF2iYdwMo1pmoUJOs5H0Jturo4hkbk9tB4-38sJWV9I7SAoQr7C2Fs54UKcnmETrQo4wM0szsC9AchtQ/s1600/dardos5b15d.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgRVkROvAFZOGR60Vd3wH6My4wFbB5HjT89vVQ0-Jbt51oXR6h79k2IXeKGvVF2iYdwMo1pmoUJOs5H0Jturo4hkbk9tB4-38sJWV9I7SAoQr7C2Fs54UKcnmETrQo4wM0szsC9AchtQ/s200/dardos5b15d.gif" /></a></div>No cabe en sí de gozo.<br />
Es imbatible<br />
un... ganador.Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-79882609151630269062011-03-28T18:24:00.002+02:002011-03-29T16:14:58.984+02:00HuirVaga por la calle<br />
no hay rumbo,<br />
sólo huida. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGBZe0FrFJPS34_3ovjx8kEyBtc4T5OYfiCqzSmm4KMMsembgpQkj1GLhv1xEP7fPMbz4EfmwYmHvxrZRzHz0CNspZcryHdyr5aNFKRoNOtUG62p_IMi5zb7smyK0L7sKAmCfYeoXgMo/s1600/Las_sombras_del_pasado_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGBZe0FrFJPS34_3ovjx8kEyBtc4T5OYfiCqzSmm4KMMsembgpQkj1GLhv1xEP7fPMbz4EfmwYmHvxrZRzHz0CNspZcryHdyr5aNFKRoNOtUG62p_IMi5zb7smyK0L7sKAmCfYeoXgMo/s200/Las_sombras_del_pasado_.jpg" /></a></div>Le rodean las sombras.<br />
Pesan en la conciencia los fantasmas<br />
del pasado...<br />
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Crean fantasmas; saltan fronteras.<br />
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Un escote, una sonrisa,<br />
un enfado, una reprimenda:<br />
una bofetada.<br />
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“No quise hacerte daño”.<br />
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Empieza con excusas...<br />
acaba con la muerte.<br />
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No puedes esconderte.<br />
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Manos que todo lo tocan:<br />
No podrás escapar.<br />
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Oidos que todo lo escuchan:<br />
No te dejan gritar.<br />
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Boca que todo lo dice:<br />
Cuenta tu verdad.<br />
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Corazón:<br />
¿Por qué sufres?Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-84573322390366803842011-03-16T17:18:00.002+01:002011-03-28T18:32:35.437+02:00SentirMi cuerpo tiembla al paso de tus manos<br />
se estremece con una mirada <br />
con cada palabra.<br />
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Abre los ojos y percibe el vacío<br />
en la oscuridad del día.Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-24240971355057816822011-03-16T10:27:00.002+01:002011-03-16T17:16:54.131+01:00Huracántus ojos son como la lluvia ácida,<br />
arrasan cuanto miran:<br />
valores, sentimientos, emociones<br />
dejan de existir a su paso.<br />
Engañan cuando admiran y hielan cuanto tocan.<br />
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Ni siquiera la ceguera absoluta<br />
puede impedir el sufrimiento.<br />
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Los pasos te acercan demandando mi presencia.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnExiQHO-UO0iRcGZTWD8u-ZM8hQlUr5aC-57aj0Ed4qhtTewPDM5M4WGeGT1FyoTbrtmtQkGJK4UCYVnWDVkhoyb0clOSUssh6WdGYgNc0m90gHrIga_VK5IPJDYbvz38ot_mQKht88/s1600/03122009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnExiQHO-UO0iRcGZTWD8u-ZM8hQlUr5aC-57aj0Ed4qhtTewPDM5M4WGeGT1FyoTbrtmtQkGJK4UCYVnWDVkhoyb0clOSUssh6WdGYgNc0m90gHrIga_VK5IPJDYbvz38ot_mQKht88/s200/03122009.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
Una cama extraña me acoge,<br />
manos entrelazadas:<br />
Noctambulismo impuesto.<br />
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los años pasan y pesan.<br />
La juventtud se evapora y deja paso a la decrepitud.<br />
Consumido se vende al sueño eterno:<br />
Amargo viaje a la dulce libertad.<br />
Un jardín del que nunca podrás escapar,<br />
prisión para la eternidad.<br />
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los sauces lloran tu ausencia<br />
El sol se esconde por no encontrarte<br />
Me falta el aire<br />
Ahoga el llanto<br />
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Una melodía de esperanza que produce dolor<br />
Un canto a la vida que recuerda a la muerte mas amarga<br />
Oda a la libertad que me encadena al sufrimiento<br />
Me creerás soñadora, pero de pesadillas<br />
Simplemente imagina.<br />
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<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8aeb972" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104677114673956949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528953368371382607.post-71933014518903970042011-03-09T10:37:00.000+01:002011-03-09T17:33:52.787+01:00No vuelvas!!Te vas, mi cama se enfría<br />
Mi corazon se desborda, se acelera<br />
La almohada te recuerda<br />
Tu perfume perdura en la habitacion<br />
No vuelvas!!<br />
El primer rayo de sol me envuelve<br />
Presiento la soledad<br />
Futuro incierto<br />
No vuelvas!!<br />
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Arden, marcan, te odian......<br />
pero te quiero.<br />
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