<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:17:17.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde el corazón    From the heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Este es el blog en el que escribo mayormente muchas cosas acerca de mi filosofia de la vida y mis pensamientos mas profundos con un toque de poesia. 

This is a blog on which I mostly write many things about my philosophy of life and my deepest thoughts with a touch of poetry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-2910314253150568651</id><published>2012-02-15T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:38:14.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu foto</title><content type='html'>Hoy mire tu retrato, busque en tu mirada huellas de mi recuerdo,busque en ti lo que tomaste de mi,y no encontre nada.No me encontre en ti,no haye nada,no estoy mas en ti. Oh pobre de mi.Me quede en tu pasado,empolvado,abandonado,olvidado.Fuí tu pasado,meses de pasion inconclusameses de amor sin amorno fuí mucho…solo meses inconclusos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-2910314253150568651?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/2910314253150568651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=2910314253150568651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/2910314253150568651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/2910314253150568651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/02/tu-foto.html' title='Tu foto'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-3154316636166600796</id><published>2012-02-04T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T07:39:22.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que fué lo que sucedio? What happened?</title><content type='html'>Bueno, hace unos dias decidí colocar los poemas que he escrito unos recientes y otros no tanto. Lo decidi hacer pues temo se lleguen a perder en este mundo cibernetico que cada dia crece y crece. Si alguien por alli los lee, haganmelo saber por favor. GraciasWell a few days ago I decided to post some of my poems, some new and some not. I decided to post them because I am afraid they would be lost in this ciberworld that grows more and more each day. If someone out there reads them, please give me your feedback. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-3154316636166600796?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/3154316636166600796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=3154316636166600796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3154316636166600796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3154316636166600796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-fue-lo-que-sucedio-what-happened.html' title='Que fué lo que sucedio? What happened?'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-4859870416126391018</id><published>2012-01-27T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:09:44.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once i lovedhe did no loved backonce i criedhe did not wiped my tears... once i laughedhe did not laugh backonce i forgothe wondered "why?"una vez ameel no me amouna vez lloreel no limpio mis lagrimasuna vez reiel no rio conmigouna vez olvideel se pregunto "porque?"Nadia Perez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-4859870416126391018?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/4859870416126391018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=4859870416126391018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4859870416126391018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4859870416126391018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-i-lovedhe-did-no-loved-backonce-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-3856222799785649491</id><published>2012-01-27T11:08:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:09:20.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esta fuerza dentro de míes más grande que yoes más fuerte que mi vozes más fuerte que una tormenta.... Esta voz dentro de mícorre en mis venasatravés de mi sangreatravés de mi razón.Esta cosa me hace ser yoEsta cosa soy yome come, me hace, me cambia,me mueve y me inspiraEsta parte de míderrite mi cerebroderrite mi corazóny alimenta mi razónEsta voz me completaabre mis puertasalimenta mi carneprofundo hasta mis huesosesta es mi poesíamía para compartir y mía para guardar.Nadia Perez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-3856222799785649491?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/3856222799785649491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=3856222799785649491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3856222799785649491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3856222799785649491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/esta-fuerza-dentro-de-mies-mas-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-6763983803706536822</id><published>2012-01-27T11:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:08:57.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si el tiempo es la cura de todouna vida no basta.Si todo pasanada se olvida.... El pasado forjo lo q soyEl presente lo q sereEl futuro no lo se...mi pasado fuiste tu.Mi ni~ez acongojada,Mi adolescencia confundida, Mi pensamiento en mi soledadmi pasado fuiste tu.El pasado quedo atrasel pasado pasado esmi pasado fuiste tu.Bienvenida ma~ana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-6763983803706536822?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/6763983803706536822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=6763983803706536822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/6763983803706536822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/6763983803706536822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/si-el-tiempo-es-la-cura-de-todouna-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-1829480922342529308</id><published>2012-01-27T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:08:34.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De altas montañasde fuertes volcanesde gente laboriosa es mi tierra del Quetzal... Mi tierra es benditami tierra es mi raízmi tierra es mía mi tierra de maízExtraño a mi genteextraño mi hogarrecuerdo siempre a mi tierra sin igualMis raíces son eternasen mi descendencia vivirámi tierra bendita y amadami tierra y mi hogarMi tierra es inmortalvive en mis venas como estruendo sin cesarcomo en el pecho del QuetzalPues como todo buen chapin que vive lejos de Guatelinda, me inspira mi tierra. Dios bendiga a nuestro pais y a nuestra gente. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/nadia.perez.morales" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=732122018"&gt;Nadia Perez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-1829480922342529308?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/1829480922342529308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=1829480922342529308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/1829480922342529308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/1829480922342529308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-altas-montanasde-fuertes-volcanesde.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-3181406199539603846</id><published>2012-01-27T11:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:07:44.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mil pensamientos invaden mi almarecuerdos gravados en mi almami historia inigualadauna vida no muy amarga... Con altas y bajascon derrotas y miles de esperanzascon sonrisas y mas de mil lagrimasmi vida no muy amargaUna ni~ez traviesa con inoscenciaUna adolescencia enamorada del amorUna ni~ez ingenua y felizUna adolescencia feliz y a~oraday mi vida no muy amargaNo hay vida como la miani vida con miel y color rosami vida unicay no muy amargaNadia Perez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-3181406199539603846?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/3181406199539603846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=3181406199539603846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3181406199539603846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3181406199539603846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/mil-pensamientos-invaden-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-290197644897147114</id><published>2012-01-27T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:06:44.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Una sonrisa calida casi escondidaUnas manos tiernas casi insensiblesUn corazon capaz de amar casi inmovilUn amor casi correspondido... Asi fue nuestro amor, casi idealcasi perfectocasi correspondidoCasi mostro alegriaCasi mostro ternuraCasi amoCasi fue correspondidoCasi me quisisteCasi me amasteCasi correspondisteCasi te olvidoNadia PerezPor aquellos amores q tuvimos y no fueron correspondidos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-290197644897147114?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/290197644897147114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=290197644897147114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/290197644897147114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/290197644897147114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/una-sonrisa-calida-casi-escondidaunas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-656333246133139204</id><published>2012-01-27T11:05:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:06:05.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si llegaras a mi vida, completarias mis ilusiones. Si llegaras a mi,no mediria mi felicidad. ... Si viera tu sonrisa, nada mas iluminaria mi existir.Si tocara tus manos, sostendria un milagro.Si me viera en tus ojos, sentiria tu alma.Si estuvieras conmigo, te quisiera como ya te quiero.Si Dios me permitiera tenerte en mis brazos,Si Dios me lo permite, Seria feliz y sin medidaporque tu existirias. Por aquel hijo que todavia no llega.Nadia Perez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-656333246133139204?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/656333246133139204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=656333246133139204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/656333246133139204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/656333246133139204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/si-llegaras-mi-vida-completarias-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-2049545152898222959</id><published>2012-01-27T11:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:05:34.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tu existencia,mi destinoTu vida, mi metaTu futuro, mi vidaNuestras vidas juntas, mi deseo.... No se cuando vendrasNo se si sera atraves de miSe que te espero dia a diaY te espero con alegriaPido a Dios por tiPido por tu vivirPido por hacerte felizPido por tu existirPido por tu saludPido por tu futuroPido por una vida La vida de tiPido por quien no llegaPido por tu vidaPido por nuestra vida juntosTalvez algun dia atada desde mi vientre. Nadia PerezPara mi chiquitin...Para mi hijo q aun no me manda Dios, pero espero ansiosamente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-2049545152898222959?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/2049545152898222959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=2049545152898222959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/2049545152898222959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/2049545152898222959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/tu-existenciami-destinotu-vida-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-7241845741600695110</id><published>2012-01-27T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:05:10.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La constante del tiempoAyer, pasoAyer, existioAyer, parte de hoy....... Ayer, ohhh ayer.Ayer camine por tus calles. Ayer fui una mas del monton.Ayer fui tu hija, tu ayer es mi hoy. Ayer sonreia por ti,Ayer me viste crecer, Ayer fuiste gloria de un amanecer... ohhh tu ayer.Ayer deje tu regazo,Ayer deje mi tierra,Ayer deje mi historia...Ayer escribio mi hoy. Hoy extra~o mi ayer, mi tierra bendita, pido a Dios vilverte a verMi Guatemala querida. Mi tierra de ayer, Mi historia de amor, Espero verte ma~ana y siempre. A mi tierra GuatemalaNadia Perez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-7241845741600695110?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/7241845741600695110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=7241845741600695110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/7241845741600695110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/7241845741600695110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-constante-del-tiempoayer-pasoayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-3410440476685975933</id><published>2012-01-27T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:04:14.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy recordé a aquel amor que se fuéHoy recordé mi corazón pertenecerle a élHoy recordé que le quiséY que no le olvidaré.... Si valió la pena? no lo sé…Se que le quisé mas q a ningun otro serRecorde su voz, sus besos y nuestra relación…Un tanto complicada, como lo fué mi amor. Hoy recordé mi inmadurezHoy recorde todo lo que fuéHoy recorde parte de mi historiaHoy recorde mi adolescencia. Hoy recorde bromas entre charlas de los dos, Hoy recorde sus brazos cubriendome del frioHoy recorde aquella sonrisa sarcastica y sinica que solo yo conocíHoy recorde el jovén aquel.Hoy se que de mi historia fué parte él.Hoy se que mi pasado lindo fué.Hoy recordé…mi pasado Mi pasado…eso fué.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-3410440476685975933?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/3410440476685975933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=3410440476685975933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3410440476685975933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3410440476685975933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoy-recorde-aquel-amor-que-se-fuehoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-9005512588200623000</id><published>2012-01-27T11:03:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:03:56.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tienes tu espacio en mi corazon y en mi mente tu siempre estas presente aunque intente olvidarte el destino me hace amarte. ... El destino ingrato y el tiempo mi enemigo se me escapan de las manos por cada segundo inutil me siento al no tenerte y no amarte pues desearte es mi gran tormento. Desear estar en tus brazos y sentir tu aliento escuchar tu voz diciendo mi nombre es mi ultimo credo. Mas el ser divino me da las espalda entrando en mi mente pues mi pasion y mis deseos, no conquistan el presente. Nuestras vidas son distintas, nuestra pasion es la misma, safemonos del tiempo y solo dame un momento.Este poema lo escribí hace muchos añosNadia Pérez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-9005512588200623000?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/9005512588200623000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=9005512588200623000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/9005512588200623000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/9005512588200623000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/tienes-tu-espacio-en-mi-corazon-y-en-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-5191241275505163161</id><published>2012-01-27T11:03:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:03:40.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aunque lo niegues, aunque pasaron lo aÃ±os, minutos y tanto sigues pensando en mi. ... Deje una marca en tu corazon... que estoy segura aun castiga tu razon, te di todo de mi... no me puedes olvidar. Por las noches, en el dia, en tus noches de agonia, cuando te sangra una herida, estoy alli, pues te di todo de mi. No te olvido, tu no me olvidas... aÃ±os, distancias y personas.... marcan la diferencia de nuestras vidas... sin embargo tu no me olvidas. Imagino todo esto... pensando y rogando a Dios... que sea cierto.... no me olvides te lo ruego!Otro poema escrito hace muchos añosNadia Pérez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-5191241275505163161?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/5191241275505163161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=5191241275505163161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/5191241275505163161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/5191241275505163161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/aunque-lo-niegues-aunque-pasaron-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-8244121287371003577</id><published>2012-01-27T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:03:17.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DICEN QUE EL AMOR TODO LO CURA MINTIERON DICEN QUE EL TIEMPO SANA TODAS LAS HERIDAS MINTIERON ... NADIE ME CURA DE TI NADA SE CURA EN MI COMO OLVIDAR ESOS MOMENTOS QUE NO PASE EL TIEMPO EL TIEMPO NO PASA NO HAY DIA QUE NO PIENSE EN TI DIME SI TU PIENSAS EN MI? EL TIEMPO NO PASA EL TIEMPO NO CURA QUIEN QUIERE OLVIDAR EL AMOR? QUIEN OLVIDA LOS MOMENTOS? EL TIEMPO NO ES MI TORMENTO EL TIEMPO NO PASA EL TIEMPO NO OLVIDA HAY CORAZON QUE NO PASE EL TIEMPONadia Pérez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-8244121287371003577?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/8244121287371003577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=8244121287371003577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/8244121287371003577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/8244121287371003577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/dicen-que-el-amor-todo-lo-cura.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-8009923153304623463</id><published>2012-01-27T11:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:03:00.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tu presencia es mas grande que mi razon tu imagen tatuada en mi corazon nuestros momentos juntos nuestros aÃ±os lejos ... mi unico consuelo el mismo cielo nos cubre a ambos una seÃ±al de Dios que no me olvidas y un suspiro que no termina no es dificil pensar en ti no es dificil recordar lo dificil es olvidar olvidar que nunca te he dejado de pensar vivo una vida vacia sin ti donde lo unico que falta eres tu muchos dicen "daria mi vida por amor" yo digo daria mas de lo que tengo por tu perdon nadie puede entende este corazon confundido nadie me explico las reglas del corazon a quien le hago caso a este sentimiento o a mi razon?Escrito en el año 2000Nadia Pérez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-8009923153304623463?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/8009923153304623463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=8009923153304623463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/8009923153304623463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/8009923153304623463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/tu-presencia-es-mas-grande-que-mi-razon.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-563761585142643039</id><published>2012-01-27T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:02:31.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ese quien rodea mi razón, ese quien creo es obseción,ese por quien tropieza mi corazón, ese un personaje de espegismo robó mi corazón.... Ese individuo por quien un dia mi vida entregaba, se marcho sin decir adios, me dejo ocupada con mi soledad,atendiendo los "porques?" y mil heridas de dolor.Me dejo en el rincon del mundo,abandonó un amor profundo,hirío a quemar ropa…a este serquien solo vivia para amar.Ese ser transformo una vidade rosa pastel, a gris transformo un oasis, en desolación,cambió en hiel mi dulce miel.Ese quien ni idea tienedel daño causado,hiere tanto…ironico esme es imposible olvidarlo.Nadia Pérez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-563761585142643039?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/563761585142643039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=563761585142643039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/563761585142643039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/563761585142643039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2012/01/ese-quien-rodea-mi-razon-ese-quien-creo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-6721822239193409990</id><published>2011-08-04T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:58:51.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay que dolor   What a pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="ES-GT" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: ES-GT; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: EN-US"&gt;Me &lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;resulta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; me he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dedicado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;últimamente&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;caminar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;contemplando&lt;/span&gt; la idea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hacer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ejercicio&lt;/span&gt; mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;adelante&lt;/span&gt;. Es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;muy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;crear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hábito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;contrario&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; en la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hecho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Vengo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;familia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt; en la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;parte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;tradición&lt;/span&gt; familiar es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;reuniones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;familiares&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;comida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sabrosa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Esa&lt;/span&gt; es mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;debilidad&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;intento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;convertir&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;nadie&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hábito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;comparto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;muy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;duro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;intentar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;perder&lt;/span&gt; peso. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Ojala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;logre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;llegar&lt;/span&gt; a mi meta y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;espero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;poder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;mantener&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; peso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;balanceado&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-GT" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: ES-GT; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-GT" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: ES-GT; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;My body hurts...it turns out that lately I have being walking, flirting with the idea to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; in the future. It is very hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt; a habit contrary to everything I have done in my life. I come from a big family from which part of the family tradition is family reunions and tasty food. It is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;, I do not want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;convert&lt;/span&gt; anyone to a hard habit I am only sharing that it is very hard to loose weight. I hope to reach my goal and hope to keep a balance weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-6721822239193409990?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/6721822239193409990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=6721822239193409990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/6721822239193409990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/6721822239193409990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2011/08/hay-que-dolor-what-pain.html' title='Hay que dolor   What a pain'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-7887200577444205736</id><published>2011-07-27T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T07:38:10.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un nuevo dia  A new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="ES-GT" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: ES-GT; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pasando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;época&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ánimos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;muy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;elevados&lt;/span&gt;. Esta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;financiera&lt;/span&gt; nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;afectando&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt;; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;unos&lt;/span&gt; mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;otros&lt;/span&gt; no? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ayer&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;esposo&lt;/span&gt; y yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;contemplabamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;muchas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;opciones&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;soluciones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;creemos&lt;/span&gt; son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;fáciles&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lidiar&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;nuestros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;problemas&lt;/span&gt;. Durante la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;noche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;desperté&lt;/span&gt; y me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; en mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;espíritu&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;hoy&lt;/span&gt; mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;estar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt;. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;dudo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;seguiremos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;teniendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;tiempos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;difíciles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;siento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; saber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;tengo&lt;/span&gt; a mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;lado&lt;/span&gt; a mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;esposo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;quien&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;quiere&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; con solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;abrazarme&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;consuelo&lt;/span&gt; y me dice "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;estar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Gracias&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Dios&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;dio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;buen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;esposo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-GT" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: ES-GT; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-GT" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: ES-GT; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: EN-US"&gt;Going through a hard time but with hopes high. This financial situation is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;affecting&lt;/span&gt; everyone; some more than others, right? But well, yesterday my husband and I contemplated many options and solutions that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; are the easier to deal with our issues. I work up at in the middle of the night and felt happy in my spirit; today more than ever I know that everything will be OK. I do not doubt that we will keep on having hard times but I feel happy to know that I have my husband on my side, who loves me and consoles me just by hugging me and saying "everything will be OK". Thanks God for giving me a good husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-7887200577444205736?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/7887200577444205736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=7887200577444205736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/7887200577444205736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/7887200577444205736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-nuevo-dia-new-day.html' title='Un nuevo dia  A new day'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-2960206047861312953</id><published>2011-07-26T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:56:23.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow esta es una larga historia wow this is a long story</title><content type='html'>Yo no he estado aca desde hace como mil dias; talvez mas. Lei algunos de los posts que escribi y se que sigo siendo la misma persona que soy. Mi alma y vida siguen siendo la misma asi que concluyo que los tiempos pasan pero el ser se queda. Vivi en mi linda Guatemala y ahora de regreso aca en Estados Unidos, hoy pasando por una epoca un tanto dificil pero bueno, no siempre se tiene todo y DIOS nunca me ha dejado. Me he acercado mas a Dios y mi fé se ha aumentado. El mundo es del mundo y mi fé esta en Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't being here in thousand days; maybe more. I read some of the posts that I wrote before and I know I keep being myself the same person I am. My soul and life keep being the same so I conclude that times change but the "being" stays. I lived in my beautiful Guatemal and now I am back in the United States, today going through a rough time but well, not always one has it all and God has never left my side. I have gotten closer to God and my faith has grown. The world is of the world and my faith statys in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-2960206047861312953?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/2960206047861312953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=2960206047861312953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/2960206047861312953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/2960206047861312953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2011/07/wow-esta-es-una-larga-historia-wow-this.html' title='wow esta es una larga historia wow this is a long story'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-4219718136024230793</id><published>2010-03-03T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:01:32.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Este mundo cibernetico      This ciberworld</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bueno&lt;/span&gt;, me he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perdido&lt;/span&gt; y me he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;encontrado&lt;/span&gt;. Me he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perdido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;este&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lugar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; me he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;encontrado&lt;/span&gt; a mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;misma&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ultimos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;meses&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Habia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;perdido&lt;/span&gt; mi persona original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;paso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;decadas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;habia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;envuelto&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nuevos&lt;/span&gt; roles (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;esposa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;casa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hija&lt;/span&gt;...etc) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;escencia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; mi persona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;todavia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;aunque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;prometa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;seguire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;escribiendo&lt;/span&gt; y no lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;cumpla&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;haberme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;encontrado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;nuevamente&lt;/span&gt; es lo mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;emocionante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; me ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;pasado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ultimamente&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had being gone but found myself. I had being gone from this place...but found myself in the last months. I had lost my original self who during the last decades had being involved with new roles (wife, house wife, daughter...etc) but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;essence&lt;/span&gt; of myself is still here and although I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; that I will continue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; and don't make it...to have found myself again is the most exciting thing that has happened to me recently!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-4219718136024230793?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/4219718136024230793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=4219718136024230793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4219718136024230793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4219718136024230793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2010/03/este-mundo-cibernetico-this-ciberworld.html' title='Este mundo cibernetico      This ciberworld'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-4876305256771773478</id><published>2009-03-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:19:40.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>todavia no internet Still no internet</title><content type='html'>Todavia no hay internet en mi casa y por eso no he escribo mucho. No hay mucho que contar solo que puse uno de mis poemas a participar en un concurso pero no gane :( que lastima, pero eso no es una derrota sino la aclaracion de que si escribo no es para ganar un concurso sino para continuar alimentando mi alma y mis deseos de seguir escribiendo para talvez algun alma alla en al mundo cibernetico le gusto algo de lo que escribo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no internet at my house and that is why I have not write much. There is not much to tell but that I summited one of my peoms to participate in a contests but did not win :( what a shame, but this is not a failure but the aclaration taht if I write it is not to win a contest but to continue feeding my soul and my wishes to write hoping that maybe one soul there on the ciberworld would like something that I write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-4876305256771773478?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/4876305256771773478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=4876305256771773478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4876305256771773478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4876305256771773478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2009/03/todavia-no-internet-still-no-internet.html' title='todavia no internet Still no internet'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-114867749358954811</id><published>2009-02-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:32:24.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un poema   a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;SABOREAR UN ALMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Alguna vez has tocado un alma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Alguna vez has llegado profundamete en sus lagrimas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Alguna vez te has preguntado si tropesaste en una?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;alguna vez as tocado la mia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Para aquellos que tocaron la mia, mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;aquellos quienes la escucharon llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;les agradesco, por llegar alli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Para aquellos quienes llegaron profundamente en la mia, mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;aquellos quienes me hicieron llorar, temblar y suspirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;nunca los olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;porque se llevaron una gran parte de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Para aquellos quienes tropezaron con la mia, mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;aquellos que solo llegaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;aquellos quienes no llegaron profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;no encuentro reproches para ustedes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Aquellos quienes encuentran su camino dentro de un alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;toquenla, sientanla, haganla suya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;sostenganla, haganla llorar, suspirar y sonreir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;no se suelten, un viaje alli vale la pena, un viaje para amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;A TASTE OF A SOUL&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;Have you ever touched a soul? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;Have you ever reached deep into its tears?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;Have you ever wondered if you stumbled into one?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;Have you ever touched mine?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;For those who reached into mine, my soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;those who heard it cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;I thank you, for making it there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;For those who reached deep into mine, my soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;those who made me cry, tremble and sigh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;never forget you, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;because you took a big piece of mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;For those who stumbled on mine, my soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;those who just came by&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;those who did not make it deep down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;no regrets from you I find. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;Those who find their way into a soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;touch it, feel it, make it yours,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;hold to it, make it cry, sigh and laugh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%"&gt;don't let go, a trip there is worth it, a trip to loved. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-114867749358954811?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/114867749358954811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=114867749358954811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/114867749358954811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/114867749358954811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-poema-poem.html' title='un poema   a poem'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-4642461421803446868</id><published>2009-02-11T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:50:40.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La falta del mundo cibernetico The Lack of ciberworld</title><content type='html'>Estoy en la libreria local, escribiendo un par de lineas para aquellos que talvez todavia visitan esta pagina. Muchas cosas han pasado, un año nuevo ha comensado y bueno otra oportunidad de vivir 365 dias mas. Aunque algunos son nublados y sin sol, ayer fue uno de esos dias donde la luz del sol hace iluminar hasta lo mas alto el espiritu. Ayer fue un dia de paz en mi corazon y en mi razon, cosa que me hace sentir bien. Todavia pienso en muchas cosas y sigo filosofando conmigo misma y luchando contra mi espiritu, corazon y razon tratando de no matar esto que hay en mi; buscando eso que me hace escribir y que me hace ser yo; esto que todos tenemos pero que no podemos compartir con todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the local library, writting a few lines for those who maybe still visit this page. Many things have happend, a new year began and another chance to live 365 days more. Although some are foggy and without sun, yesterday was one of those when the sunlight even makes your spirit up high. Yesterday was a day of peace in my heart and my mind, which makes me feel good. Still I think about many things and keep on my phylosophy and fighting with my spirit, reason and heart trying not to kill that inside me; searching for that thing that makes me write and makes me be me; that thing we all have but we cannot share with all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-4642461421803446868?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/4642461421803446868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=4642461421803446868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4642461421803446868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4642461421803446868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-falta-del-mundo-cibernetico.html' title='La falta del mundo cibernetico The Lack of ciberworld'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-5900818531469198717</id><published>2009-02-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:41:32.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi viejo blogg</title><content type='html'>este es el link de mi blogg antiguo para los que quieran saber un poquito mas de mi. Cuidense mucho y saludos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadiaperez1.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nadiaperez1.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-5900818531469198717?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/5900818531469198717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=5900818531469198717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/5900818531469198717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/5900818531469198717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-viejo-blogg.html' title='Mi viejo blogg'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-7261544129912778969</id><published>2008-11-13T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:55:52.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraño todo     I miss everything</title><content type='html'>Les ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sucedido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alguna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extrañan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tantas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cosas&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;falta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;eso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;marca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;espacio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;vacio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nadie&lt;/span&gt; lo ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;llenado&lt;/span&gt;? Durante mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;atesorado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tantos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;momentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;especiales&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;han&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;marcado&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; y me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hacen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt; la persona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; soy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Extraño&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;esos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;años&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;adolescencia&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;donde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;, romance y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;amistades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;tenia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;llenaban&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;. Mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;extraño&lt;/span&gt; saber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;extraña&lt;/span&gt;. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;alguien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;alla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;lejos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;piensa&lt;/span&gt; en mi y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;extraña&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;locuras&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;reveldias&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;consejos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;tonterias&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;niñerias&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;bromas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;disgustos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;argumentos&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;esto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; soy yo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Ojala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;extrañe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;pue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;extraña&lt;/span&gt; es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;alguien&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;quiso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever happen to you that you miss so many things and the missing of this marks your life because that space is empty and nobody has fill it? During my life I have treasure many special moments that made my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; and made me be the person that I am now. I miss those teenager years when all was love, romance and my friends filled my life. More than everything I miss to know that I am being miss. I don't know if someone there far away things about me or misses my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;rebelliousness&lt;/span&gt;, advices, silliness, jokes, angers, arguments and all that I am. I hope I am missed because if I am being missed it is because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; cared about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-7261544129912778969?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/7261544129912778969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=7261544129912778969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/7261544129912778969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/7261544129912778969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2008/11/extrao-todo-i-miss-everything.html' title='Extraño todo     I miss everything'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-3600844579611652341</id><published>2008-10-30T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:05:23.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi vida es dura igual que la de todos los demas     My life is hard as everyone else</title><content type='html'>Como todas las personas, creo que yo tuve una vida un tanto peculiar. Tuve muy buenos amigos y personas que me inspiraron y hasta la fecha no olvido. Parte de mi personalidad y creo que es nato en mi es el de tener una imaginacion muy grande y por lo mismo creo que esto de escribir se me hace facil. A lo largo de mi vida he conocido muchas personas quienes no son capaces de expresar sus sentimientos o sus pensamientos con nadie y de ninguna manera y eso yo lo concidero un poco raro pues para mi es algo natural que viene desde muy adentro. Han conocido personas asi? Bueno, por mi parte creo el expresarnos nos define como ser mas autenticos con los demas. A mi me gusta expresarme y asi compartir con los demas como soy. Asi que felicito a las personas que tienen este tipo de blogs pues al igual que yo quieren compartirse con los demas y exponerse al mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As other people, I believe that I had a very peculiar life. I had very good friends and poeple who inspired me who to the date I don't forget. Part of my personality and I believe is natural in me is to have a very big imagination and this is the reason why I believe that writing is easy for me. Through my life I had meet many people who are not able to write and express their feelings or thoughts with anyone and in anyway and I consider it extrange because to me it is something that comes natural from within. Have you meet people like that? Well, I believe that express ourselves define us to be more authentic with others. I like to express myself and share with others how I am. So I congratulate people who have this type of blogs becuase like me, they want to share themselves and display themselves to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-3600844579611652341?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/3600844579611652341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=3600844579611652341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3600844579611652341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/3600844579611652341'/><link rel='alternate' 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hay maquina del tiempo que nos lleve de regreso&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada mas que seguir adelante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up for time is really hard,&lt;br /&gt;to loose and to keep what we want to loose is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;to make up for what has being done is impossible&lt;br /&gt;there is no traveling machine to take us back&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else but to go forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-2356214543157002796?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/2356214543157002796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=2356214543157002796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/2356214543157002796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/2356214543157002796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2008/10/reponer-el-tiempo-to-make-up-time.html' title='Reponer el tiempo     To make up time'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-9048436274725348082</id><published>2008-10-14T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:32:03.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Este es un pedacito de mi       This is a little of me</title><content type='html'>Esta fuerza dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;es más grande que yo&lt;br /&gt;es más fuerte que mi voz&lt;br /&gt;es más fuerte que una tormenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta voz dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;corre en mis venas&lt;br /&gt;através de mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;através de mi razón.&lt;br /&gt;Esta cosa me hace ser yo&lt;br /&gt;Esta cosa soy yo&lt;br /&gt;me come, me hace, me cambia,&lt;br /&gt;me mueve y me inspira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta parte de mí&lt;br /&gt;derrite mi cerebro&lt;br /&gt;derrite mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;y alimenta mi razón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta voz me completa&lt;br /&gt;abre mis puertas&lt;br /&gt;alimenta mi carne&lt;br /&gt;profundo hasta mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;esta es mi poesía&lt;br /&gt;mía para compartir y mía para guardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This" force within me&lt;br /&gt;is bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;is lauder than my voice&lt;br /&gt;is stronger than a storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This voice" inside me&lt;br /&gt;runs in my veins&lt;br /&gt;through my blood&lt;br /&gt;through my sence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This thing" makes me, me&lt;br /&gt;"this thing" is me&lt;br /&gt;eats me, makes me, changes me,&lt;br /&gt;moves me and inspires me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This part of me"&lt;br /&gt;melts my brain&lt;br /&gt;melts my heart&lt;br /&gt;and feeds my sence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This voice" makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;opens my doors,&lt;br /&gt;nurture my flesh&lt;br /&gt;deep to my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This" is my poetry&lt;br /&gt;mine to share and mine to keep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-9048436274725348082?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/9048436274725348082/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-7215528370034598607</id><published>2008-10-08T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:21:48.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Después de haber pasado algunas horas buscando blogs interesantes que leer, pues el mío no es tan interesante! Me doy cuenta que habemos muchas personas en este mundo que queremos expresarnos libremente. Encontré unos blogs muy interesantes de personas tal y como yo (personas comunes y corrientes) pero únicos y singulares en tantos aspectos. Eso es lo bueno del mundo web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some hours searching for interesting blogs to read, because mine is not that interesting! I realized that there are many people in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; who want to express freely. I found very interesting personal blogs from people just like me (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; people) but unique and singular in many aspects. This is the good thing about the web world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-7215528370034598607?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/7215528370034598607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=7215528370034598607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/7215528370034598607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/7215528370034598607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-6945858473809770300</id><published>2008-10-08T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:46:24.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui    Here</title><content type='html'>Hoy un dia lluvioso, un dia un tanto deprimido pero un dia mas. A veces me pregunto porque tenemos esta bendicion, la bendicion de tener un dia mas de vida. Me pregunto si es que estoy cumpliendo con el proposito de mi vida, el proposito por el cual esta existencia mia aqui en este mundo lleno de caos y tantas cosas mas. Sera que todos tenemos un proposito? De mi parte creo que he inspirado a alguien a ser una mejor persona, por ejemplo tuve un amigo, un muy buen amigo y recuerdo que siempre le insisti a que continuara sus estudios y que llegara a ser un profesional, he ayudado a las personas cuando han necesitado mi ayuda y espero que eso sea parte del proposito de mi existencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a rainy day, a little sad day but it is one more day. Sometimes I wonder why we have this blessing, the blessing of having one more day to live. I wonder if I am achieving the porpuse of my life, the porpuse of my existence here in this world fill with chaos and many more things. Would it be that we all have a porpuse? I believed that I had inspire someone to be a better person for example i had a friend, a very good firend and I remember that I always insisted that he would continue with his stuides and become a profesional, I had help people when they had needed my help and i hope that it would be part of the porpuse of my existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-6945858473809770300?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/6945858473809770300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=6945858473809770300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/6945858473809770300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/6945858473809770300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2008/10/aqui-here.html' title='Aqui    Here'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267777024050698442.post-4796936371781368456</id><published>2008-10-02T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:45:24.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un nuevo comienzo    A new beggining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;empiezo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;escribir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; lo he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hecho&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;propósito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fijo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Posiblemente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alguien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;quien&lt;/span&gt; lea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;esto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hacer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;publico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;escribo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;puramente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cosas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;salen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Siempre&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;sido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;una&lt;/span&gt; persona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;escribe&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;imagina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;muchas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cosas&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;hasta&lt;/span&gt; hay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ocasiones&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;pensado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;fuera&lt;/span&gt; tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;melodramática&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;escribiera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;tanta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;cosa&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; hay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;alguien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; lea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;esto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;posiblemente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;llegue&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;gustar&lt;/span&gt; leer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;cosas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;una&lt;/span&gt; persona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;ordinaria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;puede&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;llegar&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;escribir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I start this part of my life, to write because I had always done it and never with a purpose. Maybe there is someone there who reads this but I want to make it public that I only write things that come from my heart. I had always being a person who writes and imagines many things and there are times that I think if I weren't all this dramatic I would not write too many things; but well, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; is someone who reads this maybe you would end up liking the things an ordinary person can write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6267777024050698442-4796936371781368456?l=nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/feeds/4796936371781368456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6267777024050698442&amp;postID=4796936371781368456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4796936371781368456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267777024050698442/posts/default/4796936371781368456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-perez-desdeelcorazon.blogspot.com/2008/10/un-nuevo-comienzo-new-beggining.html' title='Un nuevo comienzo    A new beggining'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03531265598058065981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yNn1JavVuUQ/SOUXeepgYcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/05Ocm29QVmk/S220/Nadia+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
