<?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-36801905</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:24.117-05:00</updated><category term='Bolívar'/><category term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Una pluma y un papel</title><subtitle type='html'>Este espacio es el reflejo de aquellas vivencias que como jóvenes experimentamos y lo convertimos en sencillos poemas o en frases que tienen mucho significado personal.Me animé a publicar algunos poemas que he escrito,pues no los quería dejar en un simple rercuerdo como tantos otros. Amar no es fácil, pero mientras estemos en esa lucha constante sabremos su verdadero significado.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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más pura, o&lt;br /&gt;probar de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;el néctar de frutas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ Qué es un beso ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regalar pensamientos que sean sinceros,&lt;br /&gt;una marca profunda en el rostro más bello, o&lt;br /&gt;decir con los ojos cuanto te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-3654900209944856707?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/3654900209944856707/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36801905&amp;postID=3654900209944856707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/3654900209944856707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/3654900209944856707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-beso.html' title='UN BESO'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36801905.post-6763366818244402334</id><published>2009-04-10T02:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:13:34.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolívar'/><title type='text'>SOLO LEE MIS LABIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Solo lee mis labios cuando digo...&lt;br /&gt;te extraño&lt;br /&gt;porque el tiempo que estoy sin ti es demasiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo lee mis labios al pronunciar tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;porque emanan de ellos&lt;br /&gt;un mar de sabores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo lee mis labios al darnos un beso,&lt;br /&gt;pues de inmediato sabrás&lt;br /&gt;cuál es el efecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo lee mis labios y verás que soy sincera&lt;br /&gt;pues este cariño,&lt;br /&gt;no te lo entrega cualquiera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-6763366818244402334?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6763366818244402334/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36801905&amp;postID=6763366818244402334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/6763366818244402334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/6763366818244402334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/2009/04/solo-lee-mis-labios.html' title='SOLO LEE MIS LABIOS'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36801905.post-3399763526582866251</id><published>2008-02-06T08:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:00:59.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolívar'/><title type='text'>SER JOVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ser joven es caminar por la selva de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;y tropezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser joven es conversar de los problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que afecta a la humanidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser joven es reír de alguna broma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que te hacen por ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser joven es llorar por la pérdida de un familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser joven es soportar los desamores&lt;br /&gt;que vienen y se van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser joven es ayudar cuando un amigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;necesita de tu amistad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser joven es perdonar a aquel que hizo una maldad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser joven es amar y entregarlo todo&lt;br /&gt;con sinceridad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-3399763526582866251?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/3399763526582866251/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36801905&amp;postID=3399763526582866251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/3399763526582866251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/3399763526582866251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/2008/02/ser-joven.html' title='SER JOVEN'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36801905.post-5863721158685361063</id><published>2007-03-30T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:01:41.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolívar'/><title type='text'>CONSTANTEMENTE</title><content type='html'>Constantemente, lloramos por un cariño traicionado.&lt;br /&gt;Constantemente, nos aferramos al pasado.&lt;br /&gt;Constantemente, olvidamos que nos equivocamos.&lt;br /&gt;Constantemente, soñamos.&lt;br /&gt;Constantemente, perdemos o ganamos.&lt;br /&gt;Constantemente, nos enamoramos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, solo una vez amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-5863721158685361063?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/5863721158685361063/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36801905&amp;postID=5863721158685361063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/5863721158685361063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/5863721158685361063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/2007/03/constantemente-constantemente-lloramos.html' title='CONSTANTEMENTE'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36801905.post-489665832974557247</id><published>2007-02-16T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:02:05.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolívar'/><title type='text'>NO PIDO PERMISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No pido permiso para amar, porque el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no pidió permiso para brillar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No pido permiso para llorar, porque las aves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no pidieron permiso para volar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No pido permiso para soñar, porque las hojas secas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no pidieron permiso para jugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No pido permiso para reír, porque el poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no pidió permiso para sufrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No pido permiso para vivir, porque es un absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pedir permiso para pensar en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-489665832974557247?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/489665832974557247/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36801905&amp;postID=489665832974557247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/489665832974557247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/489665832974557247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-pido-permiso-no-pido-permiso-para.html' title='NO PIDO PERMISO'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36801905.post-116970775188682567</id><published>2007-01-25T01:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:02:26.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolívar'/><title type='text'>CUANDO TE MIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cuando te miro, la luna me aborda&lt;br /&gt;y las estrellas me dicen&lt;br /&gt;que nunca estoy sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te miro, el frío no existe&lt;br /&gt;la lluvia se seca&lt;br /&gt;con el fuego que emites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te miro, las nubes me arañan&lt;br /&gt;los relámpagos suenan&lt;br /&gt;y los truenos me hablan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te miro, la noche se extiende&lt;br /&gt;la tierra gira&lt;br /&gt;cambiando de eje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te miro, la espina de una rosa&lt;br /&gt;se convierte en segundos&lt;br /&gt;en orquídea olorosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te miro, tus ojos me llaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y mis labios se embriagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;con el néctar de tu alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-116970775188682567?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/116970775188682567/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36801905&amp;postID=116970775188682567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/116970775188682567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/116970775188682567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/2007/01/te-miro-cuando-te-miro-la-luna-me.html' title='CUANDO TE MIRO'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36801905.post-116523216398466702</id><published>2006-12-04T06:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:03:11.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolívar'/><title type='text'>QUIERO SER</title><content type='html'>Quiero ser, el cauce de tus besos y almohada bondadosa&lt;br /&gt;que recoja tus sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser, abrigo de plumas&lt;br /&gt;para darte calor&lt;br /&gt;en las noches de lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser, miel que empalague tu boca&lt;br /&gt;y champagne burbujeante&lt;br /&gt;que estremezca tu ropa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser, la estación del tren&lt;br /&gt;que te lleve a un viaje&lt;br /&gt;de mágico placer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser, el sol del verano&lt;br /&gt;que irradie su brillo&lt;br /&gt;al rozar con tu mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser, las olas del mar&lt;br /&gt;que vayan contigo&lt;br /&gt;por donde quieras andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser, tinta&lt;br /&gt;que refleje en una hoja&lt;br /&gt;los colores más puros&lt;br /&gt;que tu amor me provoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-116523216398466702?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/116523216398466702/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36801905&amp;postID=116523216398466702&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/116523216398466702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/116523216398466702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/2006/12/quiero-ser-quiero-ser-el-cauce-de-tus.html' title='QUIERO SER'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36801905.post-116523191169945144</id><published>2006-12-04T06:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:03:27.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolívar'/><title type='text'>ESTAR ENAMORADA</title><content type='html'>Estar enamorada es,&lt;br /&gt;pasar noches enteras pensando en ti y&lt;br /&gt;desear que tus pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;sean para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar enamorada es,&lt;br /&gt;vivir con intensidad y&lt;br /&gt;hacer que los días duren&lt;br /&gt;24 horas más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar enamorada es,&lt;br /&gt;escuchar la melodía de una canción y&lt;br /&gt;ponerme a escribir poemas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar enamorada es,&lt;br /&gt;coger una hoja y empezar a contar&lt;br /&gt;lo que me pasa&lt;br /&gt;cuando no estas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-116523191169945144?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/116523191169945144/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36801905&amp;postID=116523191169945144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/116523191169945144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/116523191169945144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/2006/12/estar-enamorada-estar-enamorada-es.html' title='ESTAR ENAMORADA'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36801905.post-116215184808986608</id><published>2006-10-29T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:04:03.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolívar'/><title type='text'>AL AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que terrible es amar sin ser antes amada&lt;br /&gt;Que terrible es pensar que tus sueños son nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que complejidad es buscar la otra parte de mi alma, y&lt;br /&gt;sentir que soy una paloma que no encuentra posada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé como espero y no muero en el alba&lt;br /&gt;No sé como quiero sino me das la cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si son circunstancias de la edad que me atrapa, o&lt;br /&gt;simplemente niñerías de una joven que ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-116215184808986608?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/feeds/116215184808986608/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36801905&amp;postID=116215184808986608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/116215184808986608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36801905/posts/default/116215184808986608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com/2006/10/al-amor-que-terrible-es-amar-sin-ser.html' title='AL AMOR'/><author><name>EVA BOLÍVAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03237010312085059171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qxk6JCT0Wg0/SdEPWaErbAI/AAAAAAAAACk/GOCrgm3-m38/S220/Eva2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36801905.post-116214707937356430</id><published>2006-10-29T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:04:28.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolívar'/><title type='text'>SUEÑO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sueño que un día me ames, como nunca amaste a nadie&lt;br /&gt;Sueño con un beso tuyo que sea interminable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tus labios y los míos nunca se separen, y&lt;br /&gt;en la noche de otoño en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;tu descanses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueño con tus manos, tus ojos y tu aliento.&lt;br /&gt;Sueño con tus caricias, y&lt;br /&gt;con cada poro de tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Sueño con entregarme pura y virginal a tu aposento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si es pasión o amor sincero&lt;br /&gt;Lo único que sé es que te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36801905-116214707937356430?l=unaplumayunpapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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