tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32526396515574500982024-03-13T04:33:35.973-07:00"COSAS MIAS ": LANDERO"COSAS MIAS" Son mis relatos, poemas o poesías.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-9368063274436676172015-10-26T04:14:00.000-07:002015-10-26T04:15:38.517-07:00<div>
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<strong>VUELTAS DE LA VIDA</strong></div>
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<strong> Las vueltas que ...la vida da</strong></div>
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<strong> vueltas yvueltas,sin parar.</strong></div>
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<strong> Cuando la vida se pare...</strong></div>
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<strong> tu reloj del tiempo...parará.</strong></div>
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<strong> Unos te echaran de menos,</strong></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-32199396267125905842014-05-03T04:53:00.001-07:002015-10-26T04:16:28.815-07:00“ COSAS MÍAS “ LANDEROAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-85701467482563254242012-06-16T17:27:00.000-07:002016-04-15T18:37:43.030-07:00BUSCANDO AMOR ...DE MUJER<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">LA MUJER QUE YO QUIERO,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">NADIE LA CONOCE, SOY SINCERO;</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">PORQUE NADIE LA HA MIRADO...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">PERO SÍ LA HAN PIROPEADO.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">SÓLO BUSCO...SU AMOR,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">SU BELLEZA INTERIOR.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Y SABER...QUE LA HAN TOCADO,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">SIN SENTIR PLACER...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">CUANTO ME HACE DOLER,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">QUE LE HAYAN ENGAÑADO.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">LA MUJER QUE YO QUIERO...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">TIENE UNA LINDA SONRISA,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">TAN GRANDE Y SUAVE...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">SUAVE CÓMO LA BRISA.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">BRISA DEL MARINERO,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">QUE SIENTE DEL MAR...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">DE TANTO NAVEGAR.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">LA MUJER QUE YO QUIERO,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">NI ELLA MISMA LO SABE...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">QUE CURÓ, UNA VIEJA HERIDA,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">DE UNA TRAICIÓN</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">QUE SUFRIÓ MI CORAZÓN.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">SU MANERA DE SER,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Y DULZURA DE MIRADA...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">ENAMORA A MI VIDA,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">YO QUE ESTABA A LA DERIVA.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">ASÍ LA QUIERO...TAN MUJER.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">ME DA AFECTO Y QUERER,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">POR ESO LA QUIERO TANTO...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">COMO MERECE SER<span style="color: red;">.</span></span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: lime;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> "Landero</span></strong><span style="font-size: large;">"</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-14314969067449900522011-10-27T11:35:00.000-07:002011-10-27T11:35:43.053-07:00ANOCHE<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Anoche...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">mi cama estaba fría,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">frío estaba mi cuerpo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">tú lejos estaba...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">en mis sueños te veía...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">tambien te besaba.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Sin ni siquiera estar cerca mía,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">pero...aún no has vuelto</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">en mi lamento despertaba,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">que mi compañia...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">era mi almohada.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> "Landero"</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-63796767122699545592011-10-27T11:22:00.000-07:002011-10-27T11:22:43.000-07:00ACOMPAÑANDO A LA TARDE<strong><span style="font-size: large;">La tarde se va muriendo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">envuelta en un bello arrebol,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">en su agonía dejando</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">va, una estela de color.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">La tarde no muere sola,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">que la estoy velando yo.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Así su muerte es más dulce,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">es su agonizar mejor,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ella premia mis desvelos</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">con sinfonías de color.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Adiós me dice la tarde,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">a la tarde digo adiós.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">yo la tengo en mi recuerdo,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">ella me lleva en su adiós.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;"> "Landero"</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-37030665103924863402011-06-01T04:30:00.000-07:002015-10-26T04:16:28.836-07:00MI DESTINO<div>
Si una montaña se interpone en tu camino,<br />
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rodéala. No es tu destino...<br />
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Si no puedes rodearla, pasa por encima<br />
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Deténte y pregúntate, si vale la pena...<br />
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llegar al otro lado o subir a la cima.<br />
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Si ves la posibilidad...<br />
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cava un túnel. Y verás la realidad.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-58214297172590273902011-06-01T04:26:00.000-07:002011-06-01T04:26:44.295-07:00AHORA TE HABLO<div><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;">MI AMOR, ESO NO ERA...</span></div><br />
<div><span style="color: red;">JAMÁS QUISIERA,</span></div><br />
<div><span style="color: red;">PERO PASÓ.</span></div><br />
<div><span style="color: red;">PASARON MUCHAS PRIMAVERAS...</span></div><br />
<div><span style="color: red;">¿POR QUÉ, OCURRIÓ ?</span></div><br />
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<div><span style="color: red;">TE HABLO MI VERDAD</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-23611123690571254152011-05-23T13:35:00.000-07:002011-05-23T13:35:13.445-07:00CUENTECILLO DE UN PAJARILLO<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">TRISTE EL PAJARILLO ESTABA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">AL NO PODER CANTAR</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">SOLITARIO SE VEÍA,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Y POR QUERER NO HACÍA...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">NI SIQUIERA SE VEÍA,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">CAPAZ DE VOLAR.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">EN SU CABECILLA PENSABA,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">QUE...DIFICIL LO TENÍA.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">PERO LLEGÓ UN INESPERADO DIA,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Y SALTILLOS DABA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">CON AIRES DE ALEGRÍA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Y A LA SIGUIENTE AMANECÍA</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">CON FELIZ SIMPATÍA...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">ACABOSE AQUEL PENSAR.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> "LANDERO"</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-54070027173601657242011-04-28T12:53:00.000-07:002012-08-17T13:35:18.263-07:00A TI MUJER<strong><span style="font-size: large;">¡ Oh mujer divina,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">mujer ideal </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">¿Qué tienen tus ojos</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">de intenso mirar? </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">¿Que...tus ojos tienen,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">que invitan a amar?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">¿Qué extraño poder </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">me atrae hacia tí,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">que sin tu cariño</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">no podría vivir?</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Intentaré sacar...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">nuestros fracasos.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Intentaré gozar </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">y soñar, con tenerte en mis brazos.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Y dos corazones de amistad...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">volveran a palpitar,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">de deseo y felicidad.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;"> "LANDERO"</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-10497866767420242552011-04-22T12:47:00.000-07:002011-05-29T17:52:59.044-07:00El sentimiento de un andaluz<a href="http://www.cosasdeandalucia.com/web/index.php/identidad-topmenu-48/sede-identidad-topmenu-50/1586.html">El sentimiento de un andaluz</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-33296484117443136222011-04-09T02:38:00.000-07:002011-04-09T02:43:32.174-07:00EL AMOR Y SU FUERZA<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Qué fuerza tiene el amor </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">que nos hace padecer</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">y encontramos gran placer,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">en sentir ésta emoción.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Tengo apetencia de amor</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">y me dá miedo sentirlo,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">porque anula voluntad...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">y nos arrastra al abismo.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Si en amor sufrir es gozo.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">¿Por qué nos lamentamos</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">de éste sufrir tan hermoso?</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">A poco que lo sentimos,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">tenemos miedo a perderlo,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">porque es querer padecerlo</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">y dolor el no haberlo.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Domina la voluntad</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">y es tanto su poderío,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">que nos lleva a la corriente...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">caudalosa de los ríos.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;"> "Landero"</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-60149894137712284242011-04-06T05:25:00.000-07:002011-04-06T05:26:32.421-07:00El Chico de la Posá - CastiWikipedia<a href="http://www.castillejadelacuesta.info/enciclopedia/index.php?title=El_Chico_de_la_Pos%C3%A1">El Chico de la Posá - CastiWikipedia</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-55569925280823606322011-01-07T05:19:00.000-08:002011-01-07T05:19:56.276-08:00RECORDAR EL QUERER<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Es fácil recordar...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">si la memoria no te falla</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">pues, es más difícil olvidar...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">quien tenga corazón.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Querer tambíén es sentimiento,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">y el sentimiento cuando...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">sale del alma.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Ni ojos que vean, ni ná,</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">se entrega hasta las sentrañas.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">"LANDERO"</span></strong></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-51443131279545573122011-01-06T08:48:00.000-08:002011-01-06T08:59:04.005-08:00MI INSPIRACIÓN<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Tu <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">poeta en tí piensa,</span></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">es la lejanía...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">color canela y violeta,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">con tu lozanía...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Conmigo vienes</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">conmigo estas,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">en mi corazón...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">te llevo, porque </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">eres canción.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Desde la tierra Zaragozana...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">hasta la campiña Utrerana,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Noelia...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">mi sentir es poesía</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">eres mi inspiracion cada día,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">fruto de una linda amistad...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">con cariño y simpatía.</span></strong><br />
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"Landero"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-46852456643069833972010-12-29T01:56:00.000-08:002010-12-29T01:56:27.759-08:00" AL RINCON Y MEMORIA BAMBINERA "Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-78297286737349280502010-12-29T01:53:00.000-08:002010-12-29T01:53:50.045-08:00<div><strong>20 -agosto -07 3:15,h.</strong></div><br />
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<div><strong>Un proyecto se vuelve montaña si...uno,</strong></div><br />
<div><strong>tiene ante sí toda la tarea;pero...</strong></div><br />
<div><strong>si se divide en trozos,</strong></div><br />
<div><strong>con menor envergadura y más alcanzables,</strong></div><br />
<div><strong>hay menos probabilidad de caer en fracasos.</strong></div><br />
<div><strong>Si necesitas un salvavidas,no te quejes,</strong></div><br />
<div><strong>por la forma en que te lo entreguen.</strong></div><br />
<div><strong>Lubricas la MAQUINA DE TU MENTE</strong></div><br />
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<strong>tu bello rostro iluminaba,</strong><br />
<strong>¡ay! aquél mi primer beso,</strong><br />
<strong>aquél que me negabas...</strong><br />
<strong>yo te lo robé,</strong><br />
<strong>mientras te acariciaba</strong><br />
<strong>tenia ansia loca,</strong><br />
<strong>de tener tus labios...</strong><br />
<strong>frente a mi boca.</strong><br />
<strong>Tus sedosos cabellos</strong><br />
<strong>en mis manos enredados,</strong><br />
<strong>haciendo aquel momento tan bello...</strong><br />
<strong>de un amor desesperado,</strong><br />
<strong>de chiquillo y de chiquilla,</strong><br />
<strong>al unirnos en el beso...</strong><br />
<strong>te pusistes colorada,</strong><br />
<strong>te pusistes amarilla</strong><br />
<strong>del beso que me negabas,</strong><br />
<strong>y yo te había robado.</strong><br />
<strong>Te avergonzastes de ello</strong><br />
<strong>de aquel momento...</strong><br />
<strong>luego me susurrabas,</strong><br />
<strong>¡ qué maravilla !</strong><br />
<strong>qué hermoso encuentro...</strong><br />
<strong>Esas miradas,</strong><br />
<strong>ese beso,bajo una luna que brilla.</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>"LANDERO"</strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-490874026497422042010-02-25T10:37:00.000-08:002010-02-25T10:37:45.245-08:00PRIMAVERA DE AMORESDe nuevo abre la pimavera,<br />
cuando...me enamorastes<br />
con el colorido de las flores...<br />
cuando por vez primera,<br />
en los labios me besastes.<br />
La verde hierba y silvestre del campo...<br />
era una inmensa pradera,<br />
con largo manto...<br />
cubría caminos y laderas.<br />
El pajarillo con su canto,<br />
y yo...con mi llanto<br />
con mis recuerdos que eras.<br />
Ni tan siquiera...<br />
un adiós ni un ruído,<br />
pues ya te habías ido;<br />
con amores floridos,<br />
y mi corazón herido...<br />
esperando que volvieras.<br />
<br />
(a un amor inimaginable) "LANDERO"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-62223373078060203362010-02-07T14:05:00.000-08:002010-02-07T14:05:29.952-08:00" EN SUEÑOS , SOÑE "<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQCvcZWFrEBQcMzbCybqEE2GB1LtOBmwgUH5kTL48sdbWF_sNrHtOc725vW7GA6Z907HTLuOJn9rKGfwMxToPq2MmkTc8PYMpi8WncpVU_VA4KoojIwlJeuphi7k3ub1-VldZ3jLAo2KA/s1600-h/foto.c.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQCvcZWFrEBQcMzbCybqEE2GB1LtOBmwgUH5kTL48sdbWF_sNrHtOc725vW7GA6Z907HTLuOJn9rKGfwMxToPq2MmkTc8PYMpi8WncpVU_VA4KoojIwlJeuphi7k3ub1-VldZ3jLAo2KA/s200/foto.c.2.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><strong><span style="background-color: orange; color: #cc0000;">ES PURA CASUALIDAD,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: orange; color: #cc0000;">PERO...PUDIERA SER VERDAD.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: orange; color: #cc0000;">SE SUEÑA DESPIERTO,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: orange; color: #cc0000;">CON FANTASÍA...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: orange; color: #cc0000;">SE SUEÑA DORMIDO...EN VERDAD</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: orange; color: #cc0000;">PLASMADO,EN EL MOMENTO</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: orange; color: #cc0000;">CUANDO ESTO ESCRIBÍA...</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;">SOÑE, QUE A MI LADO ESTABAS,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">MIS BRAZOS Y PECHO...TU ALMOHADA.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SOÑÉ, QUE ME SONREÍAS,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SOÑÉ QUE ME BESABAS,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SOÑÉ, QUE ME POSEÍAS.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SOÑÉ, QUE DE MADRUGADA...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SENTISTES FRÍO,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">YO TE ACURRUCABA...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">YO, TE TAPABA;</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">CON EL CUERPO MÍO.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SOÑÉ, CON SENTIMIENTOS</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SOÑABA...QUE BELLOS MOMENTOS.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SOÑÉ QUE ME AMABAS...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">QUE TE DESPERTABAS, SOÑÉ </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">YA A LA AMANECÍA...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">DESPERTÉ, </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Y DESCONSOLADO...LLORÉ,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">CUANDO TE MIRÉ, LLORABA...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">PERO NO TE FUÍSTES,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">ES QUE NO ESTABAS.</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">LA VIDA ES SUEÑO,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Y LOS SUEÑOS...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">SUEÑOS SON.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">NO TIENEN DUEÑO,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">PERO TIENEN RAZÓN...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">CÚAL ESPINA, CLAVADA,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">EN UN CORAZÓN.</span></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Para una encantadora,mujer...</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Noe, sabe que << pá >>; ELLA ES.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #cc0000;"> LANDERO</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-52998482644750754322010-01-24T08:32:00.000-08:002010-01-24T08:32:57.566-08:00" A TU RINCÓN...Y GENTE BAMBINERA "<strong><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.rincon%20%20bambino.com/">http://www.rincon%20%20bambino.com/</a></span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">PARTISTE SIN DECIR ADIÓS,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">DEJANDO TRÁS DE TÍ...</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">UN GRITO DE IMPOTENCIA EN LA GARGANTA,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">MÁS UNA HERIDA AMARGA EN EL ALMA.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">MILES DE LÁGRIMAS DERRAMADAS...</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">"BAMBINO"DESDE ENTONCES</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">LA GENTE A TÍ TE HABLA,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">ADMIRAN TU SENCILLEZ...</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Y COMPARTEN TUS MIRADAS,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">MIRADAS DE TERNURA Y AMOR...</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">DESDE ESE,TU ENORME BALCÓN,</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Y ENTRE NUBES DE ALGODÓN.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">AQUÍ NOS TIENES EN TÚ RINCÓN.</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">CUANDO QUIERAS NOS LLAMAS...</span></em></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> " DE VERDAD, CON EL CORAZÓN"</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> "LANDERO"</span></em></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-1246706086116202042010-01-23T16:57:00.000-08:002010-01-23T17:15:29.338-08:00" GRAN AMIGA...EN LA LEJANÍA "<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">CON CADA ATENCIÓN...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">DE SINCERIDAD,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Y CORAZÓN...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">VA FLORECIENDO NUESTRA LINDA AMISTAD.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">RIÉGALA CADA DÍA,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">CON TU SONRISA Y SIMPATÍA...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Y CÓMO NO, CON TU HONESTIDAD.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">EN LA AMISTAD...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">NO HAY PALABRAS NI CREDOS,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">NI DISTANCIA QUE IMPIDA,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ESE BELLO SENTIMIENTO.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">NI POSESIÓN, NI FRONTERA...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ES REALIDAD.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">SIN TEMER,A LOS MIEDOS...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">QUIEN TE QUIERA EQUIVOCAR.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ES MI FILOSOFÍA...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Y MUY MEDITADA,DIA A DIA,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">EN MI PENSAR,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">ES LA PURA VERDAD.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"> (CON CARIÑO...NOELIA)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"> "Landero"</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-46356226821955634782010-01-18T15:47:00.001-08:002010-01-19T04:46:32.996-08:00"BAMBINO...QUE EN EL CIELO ESTÁS"<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">AQUELLA,TRISTE NOCHE DE MAYO...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">UNA NUBE CABALGABA EN SU CABALLO,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Y...UNA GOTA DE ROCÍO CAYÓ.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">EN ELLA, VÍ TU CARA REFLEJAR...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">A TU VIRGEN DE CONSOLACIÓN,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">QUE QUERÍA OLVIDAR...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">LLORABA TU VIRGEN,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">LLORABA TU PUEBLO...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">TAMBIEN "EL POETA LLORÓ"</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">PORQUE YA NO IBAS MÁS A CANTAR...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">NI DE TU GARGANTA SALIR TU VOZ.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">A ESA GOTA DE ROCÍO...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">SE UNIÓ UNA LÁGRIMA ÁMBAR,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">QUE LA BLANCA VIRGEN...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">YA NO PUDO RESCATAR.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">DUELE, LA TRISTEZA</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhey5NsIfrDyS1lHDZZrcZ5TFkUCQzr7uam-DL63sp2pfhc3uA3XhX1rkJe5spBUKyRfwFkxYQDzrhpPTx_-mwqKI3STP2Z_ozqARIlmU-OVdJWh5vNsCjm2MYn5FXVd7muiuYqVz09lYE/s1600-h/DSCF3182.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428423942364890178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhey5NsIfrDyS1lHDZZrcZ5TFkUCQzr7uam-DL63sp2pfhc3uA3XhX1rkJe5spBUKyRfwFkxYQDzrhpPTx_-mwqKI3STP2Z_ozqARIlmU-OVdJWh5vNsCjm2MYn5FXVd7muiuYqVz09lYE/s320/DSCF3182.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> CON ALMA DE CRISTAL...</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">LLORA, EL ALBA EN SU OCASO;</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">POR NO PODERLA ALEGRAR...</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><<en>></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Al Cielo,y firmamento de estrellas</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">de Utrera,A Rincón Bambino,Al Amor</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Bambinero. Con nostalgia...Para <a href="mailto:tod@s">tod@s</a>, mucho cariño "LANDERO"<br /></div></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-68495016351459334412009-12-18T23:56:00.000-08:002009-12-19T00:11:43.747-08:00"AHORA TE HABLO"<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mi amor, eso no era...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">jamás quisiera,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">pero pasó.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Pasaron muchas primaveras...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">¿por qué, ocurrió ?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> Te hablo, mi verdad...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">te quiero y quiero ,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">en profundidad.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Abre tus puertas, sin frialdad.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Deja que vuele...hasta tu ventanal,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">quiero...hacerte gozar,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">que con el fresco aire...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">podamos comenzar, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">la nueva vida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">que esperábamos llegar.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">No dejes que me vaya ,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">y...no llores en silencio;</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">que nadie,nadie...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">te va a escuchar.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> "LANDERO"</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-69607706710676502692009-12-18T01:45:00.000-08:002009-12-18T02:14:17.486-08:00" DOS CORAZONES AMIGOS"<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span><strong><em>A TI CARMEN Y A TU BELLEZA </em></strong><br /><strong><em>DE MUJER,</em></strong><br /><strong><em>ES NATURALEZA</em></strong><br /><strong><em>NO LO QUE TÚ QUIERAS SER...</em></strong><br /><strong><em>TU PAREJA <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">EMBELEZA</span>,</em></strong><br /><strong><em>POR SU GRAN FRANQUEZA;</em></strong><br /><strong><em>SU NOMBRE EZEQUIEL.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>GRANDES AMIGOS...</em></strong><br /><strong><em>EN CAÑAVERAL,</em></strong><br /><strong><em>DE AÑOS CONOCIDOS.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>A MI...CARMEN...</em></strong><br /><strong><em>RECUERDO UN MAL DÍA...</em></strong><br /><strong><em>ME <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SALVASTES</span> "LA VÍA"</em></strong><br /><strong><em>PUES MI CABEZA</em></strong><br /><strong><em>YA LA TENÍA PERDÍA...</em></strong><br /><strong><em>Y ME ENAMORÉ...</em></strong><br /><strong><em>DE AQUELLA, TU FORMA DE SER.</em></strong><br /><strong><em>HOY CON ALEGRÍA...</em></strong><br /><strong><em>CON LOS RECUERDOS DEL AYER...</em></strong><br /><strong><em>MÁS TE QUIERO TODAVÍA;</em></strong><br /><strong><em>CON PERMISO DE TU QUERER,</em></strong><br /><strong><em>QUE ES Y DEBE SER...</em></strong><br /><strong><em>EZEQUIEL... Con amistad y cariño "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LANDERO</span>"</em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdGgYAUFY7CDi4wuR3YLvZOY-xNcClUEOPenFc9Ag7lGxc108hfmYy5fsTEkp4aqzPmxWJ8hhXHC98D3RmuxRRckxp_KdN_vcJInFLVtWC1TyOT_rblJVmtMeJqSFaQzje3y3ZS_jGRc/s1600-h/mis+imagenes,deferia,cañita,desp.carmen,campo,vij.pto.sta.maria,+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416511349899105442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdGgYAUFY7CDi4wuR3YLvZOY-xNcClUEOPenFc9Ag7lGxc108hfmYy5fsTEkp4aqzPmxWJ8hhXHC98D3RmuxRRckxp_KdN_vcJInFLVtWC1TyOT_rblJVmtMeJqSFaQzje3y3ZS_jGRc/s320/mis+imagenes,deferia,ca%C3%B1ita,desp.carmen,campo,vij.pto.sta.maria,+088.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3252639651557450098.post-804281476784445782009-12-06T20:36:00.000-08:002009-12-06T21:00:34.386-08:00"LA AMISTAD -AMIGO"<strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> AMIGO...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">ES EL QUE SIN HERIR, TU SENSIBILIDAD...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">TE ACLARA IDEAS O LO QUE ENTENDISTES MAL,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">PARA SACARTE DEL ERROR...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">CON CORAJE Y VALOR.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">ES EL QUE EN MOMENTOS DE LA VIDA...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">INTENTE MEJORAR, TU CONFIANZA PERDIDA...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">ES EL QUE CONTIGO...LO PASE BIEN O FATAL,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Y QUIERE MENGUAR TU DOLOR...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">CON SUS CUIDADOS Y ATENCIONES.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">ES EL QUE TE PERDONA CON GENEROSIDAD...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">SI LE HAS OFENDIDO A SU MORAL:</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">CON BUENA INTENCION Y BONDAD.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">EL QUE DA LO QUE TIENE...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">O EL QUE TIENE LO QUE DA.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">SIN ESPERAR A CAMBIO " NÁ "´.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">ES EL QUE, CON SUS CONSEJOS...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">SIEMPRE HA DE TRATAR,</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">SIN VANIDAD Y HUMILDAD.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Y GOZA CON LAS ALEGRÍAS...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">DE LOS DEMÁS. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">ESO ES FELICIDAD. "LANDERO"</span></em></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212224664812283852noreply@blogger.com