tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9776464797958099322012-02-16T13:47:43.859+01:00Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-87417761993885406582012-02-08T11:44:00.002+01:002012-02-08T11:48:19.570+01:00Bajo al embarcadero de madrugada y grito tu nombre.<br />Las olas me devuelven el sonido de mis palabras y mi llanto, pero tu no vienes.<br /><img height="210" src="http://www.photocase.es/stock-fotos/183522-stock-photo-lomografia-cielo-mar-invierno-tranquilo-nubes.jpg" width="320" /><br /><br />La espuma de las olas me acompaña y en su vaivén te recuerdo: tus abrazos y tus besos me inundan y ya no siento frío.<br /><img height="254" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7Pz7Q2a-b8/S7_VOwST4lI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OnjeZ52jx_A/s320/mar+de+invierno.jpg" width="320" /><br /><br />Tengo que volver, es de día, pero mañana volveré al atardecer&nbsp;y seguiré con tu recuerdo, una vez mas evadida de mi mundo, ansiando estar contigo<br /><img height="202" src="http://www.jcsnotebook.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Peace23.jpeg" width="320" /><br />&nbsp; <br /><br />¿No sientes mi mirada allá donde estés? ¿no notas en tu corazón como el mío está latiendo fuertemente buscando el tuyo?<br />Amor, ven pronto, tu ausencia me hace sufrir, te necesito.<br /><img height="240" src="http://blufiles.storage.live.com/y1poHxaOkPrtDIqeRSSkNdShep6RIqFrAf_9LWHo3V-Ge3runzS-Z4EzJsgSud_pkhV-KzArCMmhgQ" width="320" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-8741776199388540658?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-56505224673120702192011-03-30T11:45:00.000+02:002011-03-30T11:45:53.876+02:00<div>Piensas en el marinero que te cuativó. <br />Sus morenos rizos vienen a tu recuerdo y desearias acariciarlos</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItIuEUHyZRA/TZL4bROYddI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_X3x7Aq7Cr4/s1600/mermaid.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589803234884089298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItIuEUHyZRA/TZL4bROYddI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_X3x7Aq7Cr4/s400/mermaid.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 271px; width: 400px;" /></a> </div><br /><div>Lo sigues en silencio, lo miras y cuando el vuelve la cabeza, te escondes. <br />No puede saber de ti, debes ser invisible.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxMUPKV6aeY/TZL4bZB3BeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PqzbpNQWHrE/s1600/mar.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589803236979049954" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxMUPKV6aeY/TZL4bZB3BeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/PqzbpNQWHrE/s400/mar.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 398px; width: 397px;" /></a>&nbsp;</div><div>Te robó el corazón, sufres su ausencia, sabes que nunca te verá, nunca sentirás sus ojos en los tuyos. <br />Es un amor imposible, lo lloras, lo sientes. <br />Tu mundo es otro, distinto. <br />Es bello, pero muy frio y tu ansías ese contacto caliente de la piel del marinero.<br />&nbsp;<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQtt1_TZ9GU/TZL4bD-DpYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/N3nrqYj4m9c/s1600/sirena4_jpg.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589803231325955458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQtt1_TZ9GU/TZL4bD-DpYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/N3nrqYj4m9c/s400/sirena4_jpg.bmp" style="cursor: hand; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /></a> </div><br /><div>Sufres, lloras, es tu vida y no debías haberte enemorado, pero el corazón no entiende de razones. <br />Buenas noches amor, yo velaré tu sueño desde la quilla de tu barco.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gaP5c3aE_8U/TZL6pKZXSJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eiOe2xCM0SY/s1600/Captura.PNG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589805672592525458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gaP5c3aE_8U/TZL6pKZXSJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eiOe2xCM0SY/s400/Captura.PNG" style="cursor: hand; height: 376px; width: 400px;" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-5650522467312070219?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-38725533216563415432011-02-11T20:28:00.006+01:002011-02-11T20:28:00.767+01:00Viajo al infinito, me imagino en la luna divisando tu barco que navega hacia mi corazón que te espera con todo mi anhelo<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7_N3WjrQb0/TVWCxLNJ6SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lomqrY3sxgM/s1600/LunaCAALI50F.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572503895274023202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7_N3WjrQb0/TVWCxLNJ6SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lomqrY3sxgM/s400/LunaCAALI50F.jpg" /></a><br /><br />La luna caprichosa se dibuja imposible en el horizonte, haciéndome soñar.<br />Mis pensamientos vuelan en tu dirección, en cualquier momento puede que te encuentren.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x89WoILBgU0/TVWCxO-8cXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/G9dH_26yvJA/s1600/luna-azul.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572503896288162162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x89WoILBgU0/TVWCxO-8cXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/G9dH_26yvJA/s400/luna-azul.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Te veo, te siento.<br />Te dibujas levemente sobre la luna y te observo, te quiero, te deseo, mi amor.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSWSAA8Fzdw/TVWCw_FLGoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d6UUJXIN1EY/s1600/luna%2Bensilenciorb1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572503892019321474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSWSAA8Fzdw/TVWCw_FLGoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d6UUJXIN1EY/s400/luna%2Bensilenciorb1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Nos encontramos en el cielo, nos amamos hasta el infinito.<br />Mi pasión vuela con tu pasión y esta noche soñaré con tus caricias y tus besos interminables y el perfume de tu piel.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNFYab9c5og/TVWEtSbfZZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-ZTLX-8K-bg/s1600/amore3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572506027516978578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNFYab9c5og/TVWEtSbfZZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-ZTLX-8K-bg/s400/amore3.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-3872553321656341543?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-8473087347040337062010-11-12T19:59:00.002+01:002010-11-12T20:10:02.218+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TN2QCfp5fgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1G0iShyRTzY/s1600/contemplando%252Bel%252Bmar.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538741489266949634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TN2QCfp5fgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1G0iShyRTzY/s400/contemplando%252Bel%252Bmar.jpg" /></a> Mis huellas se borran al llegar el mar a la arena.<br />Igual se borrará mi memoria de la tierra, cuando ya nadie me recuerde.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TN2QB5_s9uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uWhkeMdOnFM/s1600/1198797338_f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538741479157855970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TN2QB5_s9uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uWhkeMdOnFM/s400/1198797338_f.jpg" /></a> Mirarán a la luna, como yo la miro y nadie sabrá que existí, cuando ya nadie me recuerde.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TN2QBko9DhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0J1_W27QE3Y/s1600/403538_DJBJFEEEYLPTUVI.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538741473425296914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TN2QBko9DhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0J1_W27QE3Y/s400/403538_DJBJFEEEYLPTUVI.jpg" /></a> Que triste noche, que oscura. La luna se ha escondido, amenaza tormenta. hace bochorno y en el embarcadero mojo los piés en el agua y vuelvo a pensar: ¿como será cuando ya nadie me recuerde?<br /><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-847308734704033706?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-13036377255289833292010-08-09T18:59:00.003+02:002010-08-09T19:07:32.226+02:00Luna... te contemplo y sueño<br /><br />Refrescas mi ardor en esta cárcel de mi cuerpo y vuelo hasta tí, pálida como tu, libre y feliz<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TGA0lwSZp4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/m3Hq9Y9KkFM/s1600/701450_228d43b3c2_m.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503456567868630914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TGA0lwSZp4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/m3Hq9Y9KkFM/s400/701450_228d43b3c2_m.gif" /></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <br />Te encuentro, llego, te contemplo, te disfruto, te amo</div><div> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TGA0mAjeyDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D5ngyKNC__Q/s1600/La+Luna+en+el+Mar.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503456572235237426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/TGA0mAjeyDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D5ngyKNC__Q/s400/La+Luna+en+el+Mar.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br />Regreso de nuevo a mí, no quiero despetarme.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-1303637725528983329?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-32580821215394829712009-09-13T21:17:00.000+02:002009-09-13T23:34:49.098+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sq1iOteLF7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/bR-jXUZ65V8/s1600-h/estrellas-de-mar.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381065134641452978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sq1iOteLF7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/bR-jXUZ65V8/s400/estrellas-de-mar.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Estrellita, estrellita, </div><div></div><div>tu que no gozas </div><div></div><div>de la inmensidad del cielo </div><div></div><div>estás en el suelo del mar, </div><div></div><div>También gozando de la libertad<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sq1iHJI1k1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QHM4JuFB8aw/s1600-h/Estrellas.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381065004629201746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sq1iHJI1k1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QHM4JuFB8aw/s400/Estrellas.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Eres bella, pareces un adorno mas que un ser vivo.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Eres humilde y discreta, </div><div>un regalo de la naturaleza.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Un ser que Dios nos regaló</div><div>para disfrutar su contemplación</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sq1h9o4DvzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GuvYD7vWa10/s1600-h/Estrella%2520de%2520mar.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381064841350070066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sq1h9o4DvzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GuvYD7vWa10/s400/Estrella%2520de%2520mar.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Estrellita, estrellita, la mas bella, </div><div></div><div>cuando te tuve en mis manos te devolví al mar</div><div></div><div>y sentí un gran gozo </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sq1hwvGMZQI/AAAAAAAAADw/LFgl_yAXwrI/s1600-h/AF431.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381064619681670402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sq1hwvGMZQI/AAAAAAAAADw/LFgl_yAXwrI/s400/AF431.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-3258082121539482971?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-54916197420525344012009-07-18T11:10:00.001+02:002011-02-11T19:56:52.183+01:00Libertad y felicidad, comunicación y amistad.<br />Criaturas magníficas, os envidio.<br />Un dia puede que os entendamos<br />¿nos entedereis vosotros?<br />Me gustaria poder nadar a vuestro lado<br />ser pez y mujer al mismo tiempo: una sirena<br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SnFkegQpB0I/AAAAAAAAADY/-jGmZXF89Uo/s1600-h/3d_delfin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364179106393556802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SnFkegQpB0I/AAAAAAAAADY/-jGmZXF89Uo/s400/3d_delfin.jpg" /></a><br /><br />En la puesta de sol me bañé a tu lado<br />y sentí tu corazón junto al mio.<br />Que bonito hubiera sido encontrarnos en otro tiempo,<br />en otro lugar,<br />yo libre, tu sano.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364179190068722930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SnFkjX-WvPI/AAAAAAAAADg/M2dgKE50qYk/s400/94_Zachodsloncaa.jpg" /><br /><br />Como una ola tu amor llegó a mi vida,<br />como en la canción.<br /><br /></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SnFkMYy6NkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Wn2xLuhVx3w/s1600-h/mar-salado-olas1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364178795152160322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SnFkMYy6NkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Wn2xLuhVx3w/s400/mar-salado-olas1.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-5491619742052534401?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-13874546521944613262009-04-17T00:08:00.005+02:002012-02-08T11:54:57.577+01:00En la arena, tapada con las suaves olas mientras velan mis sueños los delfines.<br />Ellos, juguetones, danzan y se mecen con las olas<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Seettait1XI/AAAAAAAAACc/KzUE1xgF1J8/s1600-h/xgbbc5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325416080119551346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Seettait1XI/AAAAAAAAACc/KzUE1xgF1J8/s400/xgbbc5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 327px;" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SeetEDJxIFI/AAAAAAAAACU/py_NrGV-GSk/s1600-h/PCA5AT4PGCAPO0LP6CAXY8WHDCA7TAW3NCA8YD9IMCAXW0OVECA11FJJQCAMEWXCXCAUEMXG2CA0OIGR1CAA7H0IJCA3BRYTWCA0MGQ3PCAO7SKIKCA2QVWABCA16RVLECAVVR0A2CAIOQUXE.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325415369466257490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SeetEDJxIFI/AAAAAAAAACU/py_NrGV-GSk/s400/PCA5AT4PGCAPO0LP6CAXY8WHDCA7TAW3NCA8YD9IMCAXW0OVECA11FJJQCAMEWXCXCAUEMXG2CA0OIGR1CAA7H0IJCA3BRYTWCA0MGQ3PCAO7SKIKCA2QVWABCA16RVLECAVVR0A2CAIOQUXE.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 238px;" /></a><br />En el infinito se dibujan miles de estrellas y los colores dan calma<br /><br /><div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SeesvlNE5pI/AAAAAAAAACM/4fWijDefBmQ/s1600-h/noche-estrellada.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325415017829688978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SeesvlNE5pI/AAAAAAAAACM/4fWijDefBmQ/s400/noche-estrellada.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mis sueños vuelan, mis sueños viven, mis sueños ven.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SeesfA4XZJI/AAAAAAAAACE/sabFaW4at5g/s1600-h/17742470524648f989c1916.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 329px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 297px;"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325414733201237138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SeesfA4XZJI/AAAAAAAAACE/sabFaW4at5g/s320/17742470524648f989c1916.jpg" style="float: right; height: 322px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 300px;" width="298" /></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-1387454652194461326?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-32363379333137347392009-04-04T11:40:00.000+02:002009-04-04T11:57:42.846+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SdcrlR_JFgI/AAAAAAAAABU/dY4Gb8XJxrI/s1600-h/elmarhw3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320769404244923906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SdcrlR_JFgI/AAAAAAAAABU/dY4Gb8XJxrI/s400/elmarhw3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Carcola, inmóvil, bella. </div><div> </div><div>Formas caprichosas, </div><div>colores de mar<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdcugu438-I/AAAAAAAAABk/jb1lmgOBY0g/s1600-h/caracolas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320772624638800866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdcugu438-I/AAAAAAAAABk/jb1lmgOBY0g/s400/caracolas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Me imagino desesperada,<br />presa dentro de una casa de coral.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SdcrM8GknVI/AAAAAAAAABM/EQLXTET6vAY/s1600-h/caracola_azul.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320768986053647698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SdcrM8GknVI/AAAAAAAAABM/EQLXTET6vAY/s400/caracola_azul.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Querría volar, querría nadar.<br /><br /><br />Querría ser tempestad y vida.<br /><br />Querría ser libre<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SdcrvwfuaxI/AAAAAAAAABc/dEoY1fz0JAM/s1600-h/caracola3ol9.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320769584233343762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SdcrvwfuaxI/AAAAAAAAABc/dEoY1fz0JAM/s400/caracola3ol9.png" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-3236337933313734739?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-78885810712870939582009-04-04T11:11:00.000+02:002009-04-04T11:29:17.645+02:00<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdckk9UkOUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YD83BZ-zyvw/s1600-h/mareluamy4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320761702116243778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdckk9UkOUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YD83BZ-zyvw/s400/mareluamy4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mar de noche, mar en calma.</div><br /><div>Las olas miman mis piés y sonrío.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SdclR3eJDZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fjxxX7-bEGg/s1600-h/pv-060-foto.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320762473639906706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/SdclR3eJDZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fjxxX7-bEGg/s320/pv-060-foto.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div><br /><p>Su suave espuma me invade y me soporta.</p><p>Soy un elemento mas, soy libre<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdcl8PIMdwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/omdafv5E6bY/s1600-h/230287_3493763849.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320763201544812290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdcl8PIMdwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/omdafv5E6bY/s320/230287_3493763849.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-7888581071287093958?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-977646479795809932.post-86248013051840404802009-04-04T09:39:00.000+02:002009-04-04T12:46:37.223+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdc5gE_ncII/AAAAAAAAAB8/XOZh6Zdn2n4/s1600-h/y1pkAcsMxESIXyIBOi7VV2ijeG9xgalmBXQnsg3SblLAIpCWuxVtTf214jc2szvlERF2VyJPWqn4dI.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320784708020695170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdc5gE_ncII/AAAAAAAAAB8/XOZh6Zdn2n4/s400/y1pkAcsMxESIXyIBOi7VV2ijeG9xgalmBXQnsg3SblLAIpCWuxVtTf214jc2szvlERF2VyJPWqn4dI.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>El sol se va escondiendo sobre el horizonte </div><div>Las olas van y vienen formando espumas bellas.</div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdc5TCaACzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mBlwxQzMqKQ/s1600-h/noche1cg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320784483987753778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdc5TCaACzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mBlwxQzMqKQ/s400/noche1cg.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>La luna se va abriendo paso </div><div>cual reina, </div><div>inundando con su plateada luz </div><div>el infinito</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdc5CrlUPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z5jqh3hv4nc/s1600-h/Mis+im%C3%A1genes1-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320784202983291986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kxIW7QbGI/Sdc5CrlUPFI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z5jqh3hv4nc/s400/Mis+im%C3%A1genes1-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/977646479795809932-8624801305184040480?l=anhelosdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anhelos de marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12927597350715964660noreply@blogger.com0