tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333356782011-04-21T20:12:16.140+02:00I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle.maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1160912515587119512006-10-15T13:34:00.001+02:002008-03-28T19:37:02.249+01:00<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quisiera aligerar tu carga convenciéndote, desde mi punto en el tiempo, de que será liviana según vayas recorriendo años, pero no sería capaz de mentirte, pues aquí me tienes con mi propia albarda maldiciendo la distancia geográfica y cronológica que nos separa.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-116091251558711951?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1160912064931135142006-10-15T13:31:00.000+02:002006-10-15T13:34:24.943+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Me gustaría regalarles la conciencia de tu existencia, pues has llegado a ser componente crucial de mi adn.</span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-116091206493113514?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1159102776639841462006-09-24T14:58:00.000+02:002006-09-24T14:59:36.650+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Emitís silencios tan elocuentes que perforan mis tímpanos y ensordecen a mi razón.</span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115910277663984146?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1158242755481625812006-09-14T15:55:00.000+02:002006-09-14T16:05:55.533+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Oscilo entre Efímera</span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Euforia y Mefítica Melancolía porque soy forastera en el estado intermedio de Cohibido Conformismo.</span><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115824275548162581?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157839456139262662006-09-09T23:54:00.000+02:002006-09-10T00:05:31.573+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me sorprende ver a tanta gente de mi edad, con media vida vivida, fluctuando, sin rumbo, sin saber exactamente lo que quiere.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115783945613926266?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157712393198807672006-09-08T12:45:00.000+02:002006-09-08T12:46:33.200+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La ironía de mi vida ha sido tener más visión que la media y sólo haber mirado a medias.</span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115771239319880767?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157652242603314102006-09-07T20:01:00.000+02:002006-09-08T12:45:16.143+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Si los reticentes no se disculpan por su infranqueable, desconcertante autismo, ¿por qué he de sentir yo la necesidad de pedir perdón por mi intenso, agobiante amor?<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115765224260331410?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157570948814358192006-09-06T21:26:00.000+02:002006-09-06T21:29:08.823+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hoy ha florecido mi instinto balsámico protector al abrazar a una persona querida y absorber las lágrimas de sus mejillas con las yemas de mis dedos.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115757094881435819?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157491749365544812006-09-05T23:27:00.000+02:002006-09-06T21:34:53.686+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">La cobardía y la debilidad se manifiestan precisamente en la ocultación de lo que uno siente cuando se escuda tras barreras protectoras.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115749174936554481?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157365187882106792006-09-04T12:16:00.000+02:002006-09-04T12:21:52.520+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me repatean esos insensatos optimistas que transpiran positivismo, visten <span style="font-style: italic;">carpe diem</span> y huelen a <span style="font-style: italic;">amor vincit omnia.</span><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115736518788210679?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157309138466598732006-09-03T20:41:00.000+02:002006-09-03T20:45:38.473+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Este hastío que me produce el eterno desencuentro con personas queridas lleva a la frustrante e inevitable adopción de una abstención relacional.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115730913846659873?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157190998638680542006-09-02T11:55:00.000+02:002006-09-02T11:56:38.646+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">En mi soledad, el ansia del infinito retumba en las paredes de mi mente, y veo quien soy bajo mi piel.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115719099863868054?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157132655894143362006-09-01T19:42:00.000+02:002006-09-01T19:44:15.900+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">En medio de esta vorágine una simple sonrisa podría hacerme volver en mí.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115713265589414336?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1157012428269640062006-08-31T10:18:00.000+02:002006-09-01T19:46:55.163+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ahora recuerdo por qué nunca pedía ayuda...porque se confunde con lamento gratuito y molesta.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115701242826964006?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1156935209632812152006-08-30T12:50:00.000+02:002006-08-30T12:53:29.643+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aunque mi sano juicio hiciera sonar contínuas alarmas, seguía empapándome en caprichoso cariño superficial, engañando a mi patética necesidad.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115693520963281215?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1156836688766364692006-08-29T09:27:00.000+02:002006-08-29T09:31:28.776+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">No siempre he estado en condiciones de pagar el precio de la amistad, y algunos amigos no han querido entender y han dejado de serlo.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115683668876636469?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1156722541007018142006-08-28T00:08:00.000+02:002006-08-28T01:49:01.106+02:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">No soy ni más vulnerable ni más débil</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">por exponer mi dolor que el que trata de ocultar sus miedos.</span><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115672254100701814?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1156632932817556012006-08-27T00:54:00.000+02:002006-08-27T00:55:32.823+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">El miedo es un verdugo que no te concede un último deseo.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115663293281755601?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1156554598433516442006-08-26T03:09:00.000+02:002006-08-26T03:09:58.433+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Han sido pocos los labios que haya besado sin traicionar mi esencia.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115655459843351644?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335678.post-1156510127372844292006-08-25T14:44:00.000+02:002006-08-25T14:48:47.380+02:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Soy un ser sociable con claras tendencias al pesimismo y a la reclusión.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33335678-115651012737284429?l=bubblebubblesqueak.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maRiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11189439217500114748noreply@blogger.com