<?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-3712176829995276216</id><updated>2012-02-18T19:35:16.696-08:00</updated><category term='Amistad'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Poesias y Sentires</title><subtitle type='html'>Poesías y Sentires es un espacio donde brindo poesía de este corazón enamorado, y algunas otras cosas que nacen de mi parecer y sentir... no soy poeta... lo intento sin mucho éxito, la nostalgia embriaga mis letras, así como la felicidad y la reflexión... de ahí el titulo...
Pero sobre todo.. este blog esta dedicada a mi amiga Rossana... Gracias por estar...


Poesías y Sentires...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8897809342698519431</id><published>2010-06-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:27:42.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Es Tiempo De Partir (Un Poema Especial)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwZHLnlidI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yEv4rQscRww/s1600/Es+Hora+De+Partir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwZHLnlidI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yEv4rQscRww/s320/Es+Hora+De+Partir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488789657026398674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que pronto has de marcharte&lt;br /&gt;Y ya siento tu ausencia en esta tarde de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Mientras el tiempo pasa&lt;br /&gt;Como dagas de nostalgia en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;Y un nudo en la garganta&lt;br /&gt;Se vuelve lágrima&lt;br /&gt;En la alquimia de mi dolor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando te veo,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando en el silencio beso tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Y abrazo llorando tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera pedirte no te fueras&lt;br /&gt;Y entendieras con el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Las heridas que va dejando tu partida&lt;br /&gt;En mi alma aletargada…&lt;br /&gt;……………………………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me reflejo en el rocío que deja el alba&lt;br /&gt;-Ese de ahí no soy yo-&lt;br /&gt;Te llevas lo mejor de mí&lt;br /&gt;En esa piel que ya es mía,&lt;br /&gt;En tus miradas que encarcelaron mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y en tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Que lleva mi canto entre tus manos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que pronto has de marcharte&lt;br /&gt;Y me mojo de ti para soportar el desierto&lt;br /&gt;Que vendrá con la soledad y la ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Cuando bajo la sombra de Agosto&lt;br /&gt;No te vea más…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigue lloviendo-&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo de partir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8897809342698519431?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8897809342698519431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8897809342698519431' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8897809342698519431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8897809342698519431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/es-tiempo-de-partir-un-poema-especial.html' title='Es Tiempo De Partir (Un Poema Especial)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwZHLnlidI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yEv4rQscRww/s72-c/Es+Hora+De+Partir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1193478966675940983</id><published>2010-06-30T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:25:21.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Un Día Llegaste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwYey2I__I/AAAAAAAAAmo/itCi76N6QJ4/s1600/Llegaste+Un+D%C3%ADa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwYey2I__I/AAAAAAAAAmo/itCi76N6QJ4/s320/Llegaste+Un+D%C3%ADa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488788963181789170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día llegaste para cerrar heridas&lt;br /&gt;Me dejaste en mi mirada la tuya,&lt;br /&gt;Tú sonrisa la dibujaste en mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Y tu voz se hizo acorde para mis versos&lt;br /&gt;Que te hablaban de amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me arrebataste la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Lo admito -fui feliz-&lt;br /&gt;Creí otra vez que el amar&lt;br /&gt;No era simplemente un verbo&lt;br /&gt;Inventado por un Dios prosaico&lt;br /&gt;Si no un adjetivo usado en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Con imperativos de caricias&lt;br /&gt;Y besos en los puntos suspensivos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejaste que las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Volvieran a brillar en mi cielo&lt;br /&gt;Y los silencios se esfumaran en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;Junto con ayeres enterrados&lt;br /&gt;Huyendo a su letargo&lt;br /&gt;Para librar mi mirada de la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Y rocíos envueltos en tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Que se volvieron flor en mi garganta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día llegaste a mí&lt;br /&gt;Con un sol que curo mi invierno&lt;br /&gt;Con una mirada que me decía&lt;br /&gt;-Se puede-&lt;br /&gt;Y así como arribaste aquella mañana&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te vas&lt;br /&gt;Abriendo las heridas que cerraste&lt;br /&gt;Devolviendo mis labios sin tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Y la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;La dejas frente a mi puerta&lt;br /&gt;Con aromas de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Y tristezas de ayer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1193478966675940983?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1193478966675940983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1193478966675940983' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1193478966675940983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1193478966675940983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/un-dia-llegaste.html' title='Un Día Llegaste...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwYey2I__I/AAAAAAAAAmo/itCi76N6QJ4/s72-c/Llegaste+Un+D%C3%ADa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7187492048806303626</id><published>2010-06-30T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:23:39.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwYHQani9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/mTpk7es_BJQ/s1600/Palabras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwYHQani9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/mTpk7es_BJQ/s320/Palabras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488788558802553810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y las palabras se esconden&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de los relojes que se consumen&lt;br /&gt;En nostalgias y melancolías…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no sé el cauce de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Ni respondo igual a los reflejos de mis deseos&lt;br /&gt;Pareciera que el mundo se ha vuelto viejo&lt;br /&gt;(O quizás el viejo sea yo)&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentido en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Con caminos de tragedias&lt;br /&gt;Y dos besos que nunca fueron…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras se pierden&lt;br /&gt;En el mismo verso una y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Deshojándose en el papel&lt;br /&gt;Sin ninguna gloria más que la pena&lt;br /&gt;De los recuerdos desvaneciéndose&lt;br /&gt;En las fibras mas recónditas de mi memoria…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no busco en los mares&lt;br /&gt;Ni en el horizonte donde deje la mirada&lt;br /&gt;Me declaro ciego en un mundo de miopes&lt;br /&gt;Me declaro muerto en un mundo fallecido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La palara se me ha perdido&lt;br /&gt;En los poros de tu piel blanca&lt;br /&gt;Y el poema se consume en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;Y el verso se repite de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo donde la verdad se mutila&lt;br /&gt;Y la mentira, la palabra que hiere&lt;br /&gt;Es cada vez más Dios…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras, sólo palabras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7187492048806303626?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7187492048806303626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7187492048806303626' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7187492048806303626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7187492048806303626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/palabras.html' title='Palabras'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwYHQani9I/AAAAAAAAAmg/mTpk7es_BJQ/s72-c/Palabras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-6443039263442700493</id><published>2010-06-30T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:20:36.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Ya Se Escucha La Banda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwXdZvwcvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zgrXwlG_1VI/s1600/Ya+Se+Escucha+La+Banda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwXdZvwcvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zgrXwlG_1VI/s320/Ya+Se+Escucha+La+Banda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488787839752631026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suenan las trompetas y la tambora&lt;br /&gt;La banda empieza a tocar&lt;br /&gt;El baile, botellas de cerveza&lt;br /&gt;Mujeres bellas, hombres atractivos&lt;br /&gt;La noche y el calor del cuerpo a cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Las sonrisas, el beso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esta tan lejano…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo me queda escribirte estas letras&lt;br /&gt;Sé que no te importa donde estoy&lt;br /&gt;Si lloro o río&lt;br /&gt;Si muero o vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Pero te escribo por necesidad&lt;br /&gt;Por esta necesidad de recordarte&lt;br /&gt;Por este vacio que se llena de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Al saberte en brazos de otro&lt;br /&gt;Mientras te olvidas cada vez más de mí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya se escucha la banda&lt;br /&gt;“Al despertar” que pasará&lt;br /&gt;Tu recuerdo pronuncia mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;Y mientras la banda suena&lt;br /&gt;El silencio de una mañana gris&lt;br /&gt;Ya duele en mi mirada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareciera que han pasado semanas&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo fue ayer&lt;br /&gt;Cuando enterré de nuevo el corazón&lt;br /&gt;En sepulcros sin gente&lt;br /&gt;Sin ojos y sin cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suenan las trompetas y la tambora&lt;br /&gt;-Un tequila- por favor&lt;br /&gt;Me lo bebo a tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;“Te amo”…&lt;br /&gt;Y que siga tocando la banda…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-6443039263442700493?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6443039263442700493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=6443039263442700493' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6443039263442700493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6443039263442700493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/ya-se-escucha-la-banda.html' title='Ya Se Escucha La Banda'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwXdZvwcvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zgrXwlG_1VI/s72-c/Ya+Se+Escucha+La+Banda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8329253556902494192</id><published>2010-06-30T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:14:36.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Imágenes Grises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwWBxzPYoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/R48EI1qOXBk/s1600/Im%C3%A1genes+Grises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwWBxzPYoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/R48EI1qOXBk/s320/Im%C3%A1genes+Grises.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488786265661727362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despierto en la penumbra&lt;br /&gt;Una canción triste en el aire&lt;br /&gt;Dos versos marchitos&lt;br /&gt;Y tus ojos grises sobre los míos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece todo muerto,&lt;br /&gt;Ángeles sin corazón desnudos&lt;br /&gt;Me ven por la ventana&lt;br /&gt;Y lloro en silencio&lt;br /&gt;Bajo la lluvia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgias sin tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Impregnadas en la esencia de mí ayer&lt;br /&gt;Ahora son el perfume de mi presente&lt;br /&gt;Y el olor putrefacto de mi futuro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imágenes grises&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios en otra boca&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos en otra piel&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo en otros brazos&lt;br /&gt;Tu sonrisa en otros ojos&lt;br /&gt;Tus sueños… en otros sueños…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despierto en la penumbra&lt;br /&gt;Nada ha cambiado&lt;br /&gt;La misma canción&lt;br /&gt;Los mismos versos&lt;br /&gt;Los mismos ojos de agua&lt;br /&gt;Grises como la niebla&lt;br /&gt;…Lejanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sigue cayendo la lluvia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8329253556902494192?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8329253556902494192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8329253556902494192' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8329253556902494192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8329253556902494192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/imagenes-grises.html' title='Imágenes Grises'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwWBxzPYoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/R48EI1qOXBk/s72-c/Im%C3%A1genes+Grises.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-2561490902927574401</id><published>2010-06-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:12:21.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>La Derrota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwVX3sleyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/K48dIyyFk7Q/s1600/La+Derrota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwVX3sleyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/K48dIyyFk7Q/s320/La+Derrota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488785545689922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La derrota vuelve a mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Como si jamás se hubiera ido&lt;br /&gt;Y se regocija en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Tan triunfante como siempre&lt;br /&gt;Tan dolorosa como nunca…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es como si el destino&lt;br /&gt;Siguiera jugando conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Un juego que sigo sin entender&lt;br /&gt;Y enfrente de mí dibuja un laberinto&lt;br /&gt;Con espejismo de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;En un desierto de oscuridad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creí quizás encontraría la salida&lt;br /&gt;En ojos como los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;En mentiras que sabían a verdades&lt;br /&gt;Pero no entendía&lt;br /&gt;Que las frases huecas&lt;br /&gt;Terminan por desquebrajarse&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora los restos se clavan en mis pies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La derrota vuelve a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Y es que tal vez nunca se fue&lt;br /&gt;Solo cambio de ojos&lt;br /&gt;De mirada, de andar&lt;br /&gt;De voz, de fragancia,&lt;br /&gt;Quizás hasta de nombre&lt;br /&gt;Pero siguió aquí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan triunfante como siempre&lt;br /&gt;Tan dolora como nunca…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-2561490902927574401?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2561490902927574401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=2561490902927574401' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2561490902927574401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2561490902927574401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-derrota.html' title='La Derrota'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwVX3sleyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/K48dIyyFk7Q/s72-c/La+Derrota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7186707310554720365</id><published>2010-06-30T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:10:26.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Palabras De Ausencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwU915GdII/AAAAAAAAAl4/GvVz0dpakS8/s1600/Palabras+De+Ausencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwU915GdII/AAAAAAAAAl4/GvVz0dpakS8/s320/Palabras+De+Ausencia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488785098528945282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Te extraño” te dije en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Y no respondiste&lt;br /&gt;Te quedaste callada&lt;br /&gt;Vistiéndome de silencios&lt;br /&gt;Y lágrimas gotean en mis mejillas&lt;br /&gt;Hasta llegar al invierno de mis pies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me haces falta” te susurre al oído&lt;br /&gt;Sonreíste y te abracé&lt;br /&gt;Quería detener el tiempo, pero el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;No perdono tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Y llego el frío del adiós…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Te necesito” mencione al viento&lt;br /&gt;Y el perfume de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Se materializo frente a mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;Eras tú, eran tus ojos verdes&lt;br /&gt;Revelando espejismos&lt;br /&gt;Y esos anhelos que viven&lt;br /&gt;En lo más profundo de mi esperanza…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Te amo”… pronuncie en tus labios&lt;br /&gt;No respondiste&lt;br /&gt;Y me ataste a tus cadenas&lt;br /&gt;En una cárcel sin tiempo ni salida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no estas, te has ido&lt;br /&gt;“Te extraño”&lt;br /&gt;“Me haces falta”&lt;br /&gt;“Te necesito”&lt;br /&gt;“Te amo”&lt;br /&gt;Una y otra vez lo repito&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el silencio de la noche&lt;br /&gt;Consumiendo los recuerdos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7186707310554720365?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7186707310554720365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7186707310554720365' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7186707310554720365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7186707310554720365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/palabras-de-ausencia.html' title='Palabras De Ausencia'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwU915GdII/AAAAAAAAAl4/GvVz0dpakS8/s72-c/Palabras+De+Ausencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4568297510026483262</id><published>2010-06-30T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:07:01.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Me Dejaste En El Olvido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwT4iuXqGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Bi8hX8yrzEM/s1600/Me+Dejaste+En+El+Olvido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwT4iuXqGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Bi8hX8yrzEM/s320/Me+Dejaste+En+El+Olvido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488783907972687970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me has dejado en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te importa lo demás&lt;br /&gt;Por fin has partido&lt;br /&gt;Todo acabo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deje de ser útil en tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Y me abandonas&lt;br /&gt;Sin cargo a tu conciencia&lt;br /&gt;Y con facturas de sangre&lt;br /&gt;Archivadas en el alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me necesitaste&lt;br /&gt;Y sabiendo que era una mentira&lt;br /&gt;No me negué&lt;br /&gt;Me entregue  a tus ganas&lt;br /&gt;Sin preguntar&lt;br /&gt;Solo me entregue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora pago caro&lt;br /&gt;El camino que recorren mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;Lleno de nostalgias&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Ausencias&lt;br /&gt;Y sueños rotos&lt;br /&gt;Desquebrajándose en el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;De aquellos ojos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dejaste en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;Donde tiras las cosas que no te sirven&lt;br /&gt;En el cobijo gris de tu desamor&lt;br /&gt;Y espero,&lt;br /&gt;Espero…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás un día&lt;br /&gt;Regreses por mí…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4568297510026483262?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4568297510026483262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4568297510026483262' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4568297510026483262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4568297510026483262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-dejaste-en-el-olvido.html' title='Me Dejaste En El Olvido'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwT4iuXqGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Bi8hX8yrzEM/s72-c/Me+Dejaste+En+El+Olvido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7539378546396291267</id><published>2010-06-30T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:03:56.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>La Mañana Es Triste Y Gris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwTc363INI/AAAAAAAAAlo/W_KRkAqwtpc/s1600/La+Ma%C3%B1ana+Es+Triste+Y+Gris.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwTc363INI/AAAAAAAAAlo/W_KRkAqwtpc/s320/La+Ma%C3%B1ana+Es+Triste+Y+Gris.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488783432625889490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mañana es triste y gris&lt;br /&gt;Se hace la mirada en el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Por adivinar el futuro que aguarda&lt;br /&gt;En la ausencia de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Aquí en mis brazos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duele despertar en esta soledad&lt;br /&gt;El espejo me llena de verdades&lt;br /&gt;Y los silencios&lt;br /&gt;Se van juntando en mi pupila&lt;br /&gt;Para después provocar la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Que en las noches moja el insomnio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en la visión del futuro&lt;br /&gt;Que provoca este letargo de ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;Solo se vislumbran más nostalgias&lt;br /&gt;Madrugadas eternas&lt;br /&gt;Y lunas torturando mi mirada&lt;br /&gt;Que se ahogara en el verso&lt;br /&gt;Por sentirse viva en este dolor&lt;br /&gt;Que de a poco mutila la esperanza…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van pasando los minutos&lt;br /&gt;Los suspiros se estrellan en el vacío&lt;br /&gt;Y mis manos con el teléfono a un lado&lt;br /&gt;Queriendo marcar para escuchar tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Y decirte: “Te Amo”&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo prometí,&lt;br /&gt;No debo buscarte más…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mañana es triste y gris&lt;br /&gt;Son los días que pasarán en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;Por regresar a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Ver tu cara una vez más&lt;br /&gt;Y guardar por siempre tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;En las huellas que va dejando&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo y la partida… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7539378546396291267?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7539378546396291267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7539378546396291267' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7539378546396291267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7539378546396291267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-manana-es-triste-y-gris.html' title='La Mañana Es Triste Y Gris...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwTc363INI/AAAAAAAAAlo/W_KRkAqwtpc/s72-c/La+Ma%C3%B1ana+Es+Triste+Y+Gris.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-119502485387202576</id><published>2010-06-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:01:32.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Te Alejas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwS_HQyf7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/AIg7mRClTAg/s1600/Te+Alejas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwS_HQyf7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/AIg7mRClTAg/s320/Te+Alejas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488782921348317106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te alejas  como ave en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Buscas tu nido&lt;br /&gt;En el árbol que florece en aquel campo&lt;br /&gt;Donde siembras tus sueños…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te alejas, asesinando la vida&lt;br /&gt;Dejando en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;El aroma de tu piel como efímero recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;-imitación absurda de la realidad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me pierdo en esta melodía triste&lt;br /&gt;Todos ríen, tú ríes, ¿por qué?&lt;br /&gt;Si yo solo veo sombras&lt;br /&gt;Espejos de ayer perdidos en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Y se confunden en el presente&lt;br /&gt;Sangrando heridas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te alejas mujer de agua&lt;br /&gt;Hacia mares infinitos donde navega&lt;br /&gt;La tristeza de mi soledad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te alejas…&lt;br /&gt;Y cada día te siento más lejos&lt;br /&gt;Y cada mirada&lt;br /&gt;Y cada sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Me dice que me olvidas&lt;br /&gt;Y un pétalo se marchita&lt;br /&gt;Escribiendo bajo tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;La palabra adiós…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-119502485387202576?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/119502485387202576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=119502485387202576' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/119502485387202576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/119502485387202576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-alejas.html' title='Te Alejas'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwS_HQyf7I/AAAAAAAAAlg/AIg7mRClTAg/s72-c/Te+Alejas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-9190306537795673793</id><published>2010-06-30T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:55:42.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Seguir Así</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwRcLh-JsI/AAAAAAAAAlY/fhV0knY80fk/s1600/Seguir+As%C3%AD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwRcLh-JsI/AAAAAAAAAlY/fhV0knY80fk/s320/Seguir+As%C3%AD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488781221687076546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que continuar así&lt;br /&gt;Como si nada pasara&lt;br /&gt;Como si la noche fuera noche&lt;br /&gt;Y el día una eterna madrugada&lt;br /&gt;En la que parece no voy a dormir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir navegando en mares sin costa&lt;br /&gt;Bajo un sol que pesa en mi espalda&lt;br /&gt;Y los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Hundidos en ultramar… lejanos&lt;br /&gt;Allá en el olvido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir amarrado a tu cintura&lt;br /&gt;A tu aroma,&lt;br /&gt;A mis besos que lloran en tus hombros&lt;br /&gt;A la lágrima que baja en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;Y descansa ahí&lt;br /&gt;Mientras la mirada de poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;Se vuelve fría&lt;br /&gt;Y las lágrimas se evaporan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuar en el camino sin ti o contigo&lt;br /&gt;Pero siempre contigo&lt;br /&gt;Aquí en el alma&lt;br /&gt;Donde el olvido nunca olvida&lt;br /&gt;Y la ilusión no apaga su llama&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Y la lluvia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir así amor, seguir contigo&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no sea a tu lado…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-9190306537795673793?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/9190306537795673793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=9190306537795673793' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/9190306537795673793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/9190306537795673793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/seguir-asi.html' title='Seguir Así'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwRcLh-JsI/AAAAAAAAAlY/fhV0knY80fk/s72-c/Seguir+As%C3%AD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-6695208813786507301</id><published>2010-06-30T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:51:27.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Tu Aliento En Mi Cara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwQjV-7aOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/epadSLkNWyU/s1600/Tu+Aliento+En+Mi+Cara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwQjV-7aOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/epadSLkNWyU/s320/Tu+Aliento+En+Mi+Cara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488780245240342754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu aliento en mi cara&lt;br /&gt;Esos ojos tan hermosos mirándome&lt;br /&gt;-Mi sangre circulando sobre planetas infinitos-&lt;br /&gt;Y una estrella surge de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Rompiendo en mis latidos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo fue un instante&lt;br /&gt;Donde el mundo cambio de sentido&lt;br /&gt;Tú eras el horizonte de todo&lt;br /&gt;Y el sur solo la utopía de un loco poeta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero la estrella se apago&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me descubrí en la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Lejano de tu cielo&lt;br /&gt;En tiempos que nadie recuerda&lt;br /&gt;Más que aquellos escritos&lt;br /&gt;Dónde posaste alguna vez tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Y en la letanía de estos versos&lt;br /&gt;Se vuelven olvido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pude robarte un beso y no lo hice&lt;br /&gt;Solo quedan caricias cobardes&lt;br /&gt;Que no se resignan al despreció&lt;br /&gt;De la mentira en que vivo&lt;br /&gt;Porque prefiero morirme así&lt;br /&gt;Y no sollozando una inevitable despedida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu aliento en mi cara&lt;br /&gt;Un beso en la mejilla&lt;br /&gt;Y el sueño sigue&lt;br /&gt;Sin saber que he despertado ya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-6695208813786507301?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6695208813786507301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=6695208813786507301' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6695208813786507301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6695208813786507301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/tu-aliento-en-mi-cara.html' title='Tu Aliento En Mi Cara'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwQjV-7aOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/epadSLkNWyU/s72-c/Tu+Aliento+En+Mi+Cara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7087397374763617100</id><published>2010-06-30T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:48:00.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Tanto Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwPxCuyMtI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RJM-DouvMLY/s1600/Tanto+Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwPxCuyMtI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RJM-DouvMLY/s320/Tanto+Amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488779381078897362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Cómo es posible tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me regalas tu mirada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Y tanta, tanta tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me dejas la soledad de tu partida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué acaso no ves la luz que se desangra&lt;br /&gt;En mi pecho herido,&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia de mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;En el silencio que vaga en mis recuerdos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis sueños, todos tuyos&lt;br /&gt;Se vuelven viento deshojándose en la distancia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tú como si nada existiera&lt;br /&gt;Te disuelves frente a mis ojos rojos&lt;br /&gt;Sin un adiós&lt;br /&gt;Sin una despedida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo es posible tanto amor?&lt;br /&gt;Tanto amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7087397374763617100?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7087397374763617100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7087397374763617100' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7087397374763617100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7087397374763617100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/tanto-amor.html' title='Tanto Amor...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwPxCuyMtI/AAAAAAAAAlI/RJM-DouvMLY/s72-c/Tanto+Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3114680622215919636</id><published>2010-06-30T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:45:33.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>La Puerta IV (Esperándote)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwPIA8A_DI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7CNGalEl2B0/s1600/La+Puerta+IV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwPIA8A_DI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7CNGalEl2B0/s320/La+Puerta+IV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488778676222884914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De nuevo tú eterna y lejana&lt;br /&gt;En jardines con azahares frescos&lt;br /&gt;Y besos renovados sin lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;En nuevos sueños&lt;br /&gt;En nuevos olvidos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de aquella puerta&lt;br /&gt;En la que una vez te soñé&lt;br /&gt;A la que llegue tarde por mirar al cielo&lt;br /&gt;Sin ver la rosa que germinaba en tu mirada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahí estoy ahora, olvidado&lt;br /&gt;Esclavo de mis pasiones&lt;br /&gt;Que atormentan mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Y me vuelvo loco&lt;br /&gt;Un cuerpo que camina sin alma&lt;br /&gt;En lo andenes de un tren viejo&lt;br /&gt;Sin vías&lt;br /&gt;Ni rumbo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo aquí, la puerta ya rechina&lt;br /&gt;De esperar verte entrar de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Tan hermosa&lt;br /&gt;Tan eterna&lt;br /&gt;Tan tú&lt;br /&gt;Inmaculada princesa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero estas lejos, y estas cerca&lt;br /&gt;Caminando sin tiempo por el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Mientras la puerta se vuelve más vieja&lt;br /&gt;Y yo&lt;br /&gt;Me vuelvo viejo con ella…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, esperándote&lt;br /&gt;En el mismo piso&lt;br /&gt;Junto a la misma puerta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3114680622215919636?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3114680622215919636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3114680622215919636' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3114680622215919636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3114680622215919636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-puerta-iv-esperandote.html' title='La Puerta IV (Esperándote)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwPIA8A_DI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7CNGalEl2B0/s72-c/La+Puerta+IV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8915610432537368128</id><published>2010-06-30T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:43:01.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Alejarme De Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwORBeDiKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0w1eXN67GjA/s1600/Alejarme+De+Ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwORBeDiKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0w1eXN67GjA/s320/Alejarme+De+Ti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488777731472853154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pensé en alejarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;Liberarme de tus cadenas&lt;br /&gt;Y desatar los nudos que llevo en la garganta&lt;br /&gt;Por este silencio que guardo&lt;br /&gt;En lo más profundo del alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero fue imposible para mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Atarse en el frío del vacio,&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos sangraban por verse en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Y tu aroma era la formula perfecta&lt;br /&gt;Que me nombraba sin decir palabras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo transgredir la fuerza de tu ternura&lt;br /&gt;Ni ignorar tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Reclamando mi presencia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor, no puedo negarte mi mano&lt;br /&gt;Ni huir de tus redes cuando me llamas&lt;br /&gt;Así sigas destruyendo el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Y dejando heridas en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Y me declaro preso tuyo&lt;br /&gt;Títere de tu cara cuando me ves con amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensé en alejarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;Pero ¿Cómo?&lt;br /&gt;Si siempre te llevo conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Aquí adentro,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque estés en brazos de otro&lt;br /&gt;Y yo en la banca de suplentes&lt;br /&gt;Muera siendo tu amigo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8915610432537368128?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8915610432537368128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8915610432537368128' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8915610432537368128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8915610432537368128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/alejarme-de-ti.html' title='Alejarme De Ti'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwORBeDiKI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0w1eXN67GjA/s72-c/Alejarme+De+Ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1316167608082439342</id><published>2010-06-30T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:38:40.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Mientes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwNd1XV85I/AAAAAAAAAkw/vdX3LJ1wBhM/s1600/Mientes.pjpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwNd1XV85I/AAAAAAAAAkw/vdX3LJ1wBhM/s320/Mientes.pjpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488776852050146194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mientes mi amor, lo sé&lt;br /&gt;descubrí en tus palabras la noche&lt;br /&gt;que se asoma en tus pupilas&lt;br /&gt;cuando escribes te quiero&lt;br /&gt;sin sentir nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No era necesario&lt;br /&gt;decir lo que no sientes&lt;br /&gt;ni arrebatarte el orgullo&lt;br /&gt;para pedir un perdón&lt;br /&gt;que en tu corazón no existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientes, no me digas que no&lt;br /&gt;Seamos sinceros&lt;br /&gt;yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;y tú solo te aprovechas&lt;br /&gt;porque me necesitas&lt;br /&gt;aunque después&lt;br /&gt;me quede en las orillas de la soledad&lt;br /&gt;consumiendo el tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo sabía, pero el amor es ciego&lt;br /&gt;y ciega era mi esperanza&lt;br /&gt;de encontrar aquella verdad&lt;br /&gt;que tu boca juraba&lt;br /&gt;y tus ojos desmentían...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientes&lt;br /&gt;duele quitarte la mascara&lt;br /&gt;y verte sin decir nada&lt;br /&gt;porque te quiero&lt;br /&gt;y abrazado a tu cintura&lt;br /&gt;derramar una lágrima…&lt;br /&gt;-Me sonríes-&lt;br /&gt;sin saber que he descubierto&lt;br /&gt;La falsedad de tu sonrisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1316167608082439342?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1316167608082439342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1316167608082439342' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1316167608082439342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1316167608082439342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/mientes.html' title='Mientes'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwNd1XV85I/AAAAAAAAAkw/vdX3LJ1wBhM/s72-c/Mientes.pjpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8420296766245350719</id><published>2010-06-30T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:33:53.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Cansancio (Versos Sin Tinta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwMNX__t1I/AAAAAAAAAko/VcbktN2iagE/s1600/Cansancio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwMNX__t1I/AAAAAAAAAko/VcbktN2iagE/s320/Cansancio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488775469778057042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Me aferro a tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Y todo parece fácil&lt;br /&gt;Las reglas se marchitan&lt;br /&gt;No existe más que tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;Y la flor que me regalas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sonríes en mí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y luego te alejas&lt;br /&gt;Me dejas solo en mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Y la ilusión se diluye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cansado de tomar el aire con las manos&lt;br /&gt;De querer tapar el sol con un dedo&lt;br /&gt;De intentar volar en tu cielo sin alas&lt;br /&gt;De besar tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Y no hacerte sentir nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son ya caricias viejas&lt;br /&gt;Besos desesperados&lt;br /&gt;Miradas sin ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y tristes palabras que nadie escucha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;No quisiera dejarte ir&lt;br /&gt;Pero la lluvia siempre encuentra su cauce&lt;br /&gt;Y tu tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Ya nubla otra mirada&lt;br /&gt;Ya cansa otros labios&lt;br /&gt;Ya llovizna en ojos sin lágrimas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cansado de escribir versos sin tinta&lt;br /&gt;De venerar un Dios de barro&lt;br /&gt;De esta tristeza en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;De estos besos&lt;br /&gt;Marchitándose en tu mirada…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8420296766245350719?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8420296766245350719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8420296766245350719' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8420296766245350719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8420296766245350719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/cansancio-versos-sin-tinta.html' title='Cansancio (Versos Sin Tinta)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwMNX__t1I/AAAAAAAAAko/VcbktN2iagE/s72-c/Cansancio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-2391038528199337270</id><published>2010-06-30T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:28:30.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Nada Queda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwK7uzLUeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/w6p6N2krDlM/s1600/Nada+Queda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwK7uzLUeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/w6p6N2krDlM/s320/Nada+Queda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488774067149033954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo termina si empieza&lt;br /&gt;Y esto que nunca empezó llega a su fin&lt;br /&gt;Con las lágrimas evaporándose en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y un verso triste canta tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Mientras el eco destruye el corazón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada queda&lt;br /&gt;Los sueños se esconden en el horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;Las ilusiones navegan en ríos sin caudal,&lt;br /&gt;Y la esperanza se pierde en el recuerdo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo soy dueño de mi llanto&lt;br /&gt;De creer al fin encontraría mi paz,&lt;br /&gt;El motivo de este caminar tan triste,&lt;br /&gt;La virtud del porqué de mis letras,&lt;br /&gt;El manantial que me bañara de arcoíris,&lt;br /&gt;Y nuevos mundos por descubrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero me quedo en este mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo caminando sin motivo&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo sin mi paz&lt;br /&gt;Escribiendo las mismas soledades,&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me queda la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Y el manantial sin agua por la sequía&lt;br /&gt;Que me dejo tu desprecio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada queda amor, nada queda&lt;br /&gt;“Sólo las ganas de llorar”&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-2391038528199337270?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2391038528199337270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=2391038528199337270' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2391038528199337270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2391038528199337270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/nada-queda.html' title='Nada Queda'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwK7uzLUeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/w6p6N2krDlM/s72-c/Nada+Queda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1076631126234856407</id><published>2010-06-30T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:26:02.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Celos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwKbRADpjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/f4zNuAw8nck/s1600/Celos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwKbRADpjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/f4zNuAw8nck/s320/Celos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488773509394179634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo celos del aire que te recorre,&lt;br /&gt;De las manos que tocan tu espalda,&lt;br /&gt;Del beso que das en el viento&lt;br /&gt;Y lleva a los labios de aquel&lt;br /&gt;A quien pertenece tu pensamiento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo celos de cómo matas mis miradas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué acaso no te das cuenta&lt;br /&gt;De las heridas que llevo tatuadas en el pecho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde tienes el corazón mi princesa?&lt;br /&gt;Que destruyes el mío, cada ves que te vas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo celos del agua que baña tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;De quienes al pasar te saludan&lt;br /&gt;Y distraes tus ojos tan solo un momento,&lt;br /&gt;De él, el que sueña en tus sueños,&lt;br /&gt;De tu boca que lo nombra,&lt;br /&gt;De tus ojos que lo miran cuando a mí me vez…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde quedo el espejo roto de mi pena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué acaso no te das cuenta que muero&lt;br /&gt;Bajo la llama ardiente de mis celos?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1076631126234856407?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1076631126234856407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1076631126234856407' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1076631126234856407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1076631126234856407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/celos.html' title='Celos'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwKbRADpjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/f4zNuAw8nck/s72-c/Celos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4619073023872811425</id><published>2010-06-30T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:23:32.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Tu Belleza Sangra En Mis Pupilas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwJ8IQXvQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7ZQXo8dVtsg/s1600/Tu+Belleza+Sangra+En+Mis+Pupilas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwJ8IQXvQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7ZQXo8dVtsg/s320/Tu+Belleza+Sangra+En+Mis+Pupilas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488772974470741250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu belleza vuelve a lastimar mis pupilas&lt;br /&gt;Como la primera vez que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Tan hermosa, tan bella&lt;br /&gt;Como la flor que pinto en mi pared&lt;br /&gt;Cuando recuerdo tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Y veo el mundo en tus ojos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nostalgia responde mis preguntas&lt;br /&gt;Porque sé nunca para mí&lt;br /&gt;Te arreglarías tan bonita&lt;br /&gt;Ni podré abrazarte si te topo&lt;br /&gt;Como casualidad de tu destino&lt;br /&gt;Y como burla del mío…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a cumplirte lo que prometí&lt;br /&gt;No haré nada si te veo con él&lt;br /&gt;Me quedaré atado a mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Sin que te des cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Actuare como si nada pasará&lt;br /&gt;Aunque por dentro muera&lt;br /&gt;Y te quiera rodear con mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Para hundirme en tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;Y pensar que soy el que esta a lado tuyo&lt;br /&gt;El que se mereció la oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;El viento, todo amor&lt;br /&gt;Todo menos yo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de nuevo tu belleza sangra mis pupilas&lt;br /&gt;Si tan solo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No vale la pena decirlo&lt;br /&gt;Si ya todo esta dicho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4619073023872811425?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4619073023872811425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4619073023872811425' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4619073023872811425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4619073023872811425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/tu-belleza-sangra-en-mis-pupilas.html' title='Tu Belleza Sangra En Mis Pupilas'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwJ8IQXvQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7ZQXo8dVtsg/s72-c/Tu+Belleza+Sangra+En+Mis+Pupilas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-2695619721913250998</id><published>2010-06-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:21:00.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Háblame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwJQcgPqZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YK8k8YElQ88/s1600/H%C3%A1blame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwJQcgPqZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YK8k8YElQ88/s320/H%C3%A1blame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488772223991785874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Háblame por favor…&lt;br /&gt;Dime que lo paso fue mentira&lt;br /&gt;Que no destruiste mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Y tu indiferencia no hizo lluvia en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y tu mirada no fue fría&lt;br /&gt;Y tu boca no despreció mi mirada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Háblame&lt;br /&gt;Dime que fue un error&lt;br /&gt;Que no me viste&lt;br /&gt;Que solo era un fantasma&lt;br /&gt;El payaso que te sigue los pasos&lt;br /&gt;Solo producto de tu imaginación&lt;br /&gt;Porque me recuerdas&lt;br /&gt;Porque me quieres&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sepa sea la mayor de las mentiras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Háblame&lt;br /&gt;El silencio me esta destruyendo&lt;br /&gt;El dolor es insoportable&lt;br /&gt;Y las ilusiones y los sueños&lt;br /&gt;Se hacen trizas con cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;El corazón sangra&lt;br /&gt;Y de nuevo me siento sin vida&lt;br /&gt;Sin nada&lt;br /&gt;Hundido en mis soledades&lt;br /&gt;Ausente&lt;br /&gt;Solo con estas ganas de llorar&lt;br /&gt;Y escucharte&lt;br /&gt;Pidiéndome perdón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Háblame&lt;br /&gt;Te lo pido, te lo imploro&lt;br /&gt;Dime que fue un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Que al despertar estarás a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Y me darás los buenos días&lt;br /&gt;Y en tus ojos veré la ternura&lt;br /&gt;Y en tus brazos lloraré esta realidad absurda…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Háblame,&lt;br /&gt;Te lo ruego&lt;br /&gt;No puedo contener tanta tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Y siento que me desbordo&lt;br /&gt;Que me muero poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;Esperando una llamada&lt;br /&gt;Que jamás ha de llegar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-2695619721913250998?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2695619721913250998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=2695619721913250998' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2695619721913250998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2695619721913250998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/06/hablame.html' title='Háblame'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/TCwJQcgPqZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YK8k8YElQ88/s72-c/H%C3%A1blame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4338070230305294380</id><published>2010-05-21T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:55:56.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Fleurs du Mal (Sarah Brightman)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B65CFK8YNuE&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B65CFK8YNuE&amp;hl=&amp;amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4338070230305294380?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4338070230305294380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4338070230305294380' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4338070230305294380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4338070230305294380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/fleurs-du-mal-sarah-brightman.html' title='Fleurs du Mal (Sarah Brightman)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5911038615802125694</id><published>2010-05-21T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:31:18.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Perdóname (Bufón De La Tristeza)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_ddWuEz46I/AAAAAAAAAkA/rpI_eOcZoYU/s1600/Perd%C3%B3name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_ddWuEz46I/AAAAAAAAAkA/rpI_eOcZoYU/s320/Perd%C3%B3name.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473946516998841250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perdona mi torpeza, perdóname&lt;br /&gt;Ya no sé que hacer, tus sueños, los míos&lt;br /&gt;Se van en un viaje que no tiene regreso&lt;br /&gt;Y es que mi horizonte eres tú&lt;br /&gt;Y el cielo donde habitas&lt;br /&gt;Mi eterno imposible…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos los días, a cada hora&lt;br /&gt;Mi garganta sangra por decir “te amo”&lt;br /&gt;“te necesito”&lt;br /&gt;Y en las tardes, me siento solo&lt;br /&gt;La casa vacía&lt;br /&gt;Y los recuerdos detrás del sofá me golpean&lt;br /&gt;Y la herida abre y abre&lt;br /&gt;Cada día más…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera ya no mendigar tu cariño&lt;br /&gt;Pero sin ti me muero,&lt;br /&gt;Por eso acepto tus migajas&lt;br /&gt;Y calmar así, estas ganas de ti&lt;br /&gt;De un simple “te quiero”,&lt;br /&gt;De dos palabras que lloran en mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Por saberlas tan lejanas&lt;br /&gt;En oídos distantes que no puedo oír…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdóname amor, perdóname&lt;br /&gt;Pero el vacío es de nuevo intenso&lt;br /&gt;Las heridas sangran&lt;br /&gt;Como ayer, como siempre&lt;br /&gt;En mi verso que otra vez fue rechazado&lt;br /&gt;En este amor pintado de añejos olvidos&lt;br /&gt;Que jamás han de volver…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdona de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Me creí poeta, y solo soy escribano de sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y  bufón de la tristeza…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5911038615802125694?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5911038615802125694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5911038615802125694' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5911038615802125694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5911038615802125694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/perdoname-bufon-de-la-tristeza.html' title='Perdóname (Bufón De La Tristeza)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_ddWuEz46I/AAAAAAAAAkA/rpI_eOcZoYU/s72-c/Perd%C3%B3name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7866086725674154627</id><published>2010-05-21T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:25:42.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Veo El Mar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dcV_MyU1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/cTqjZ7FrcYQ/s1600/Veo+El+Mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dcV_MyU1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/cTqjZ7FrcYQ/s320/Veo+El+Mar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473945404904198994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo veo así como quien ve la noche&lt;br /&gt;Caer bajo mis lágrimas de ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Y el llanto se deshoja en el romper de las olas&lt;br /&gt;Que me dictan tu silencio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las veo a ellas, las olas&lt;br /&gt;Besando sus labios en el alba de su amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La envidia y la nostalgia me hacen su presa&lt;br /&gt;Porque no te tengo y la ilusión y el deseo&lt;br /&gt;Sangran en mis pupilas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo el mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie se da cuenta que lloro en el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Donde juegan mis versos&lt;br /&gt;Y los recuerdos me hieren&lt;br /&gt;De ti y tus ojos verdes amaneciendo en mis sueños…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo el mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inmenso, profundo y misterioso&lt;br /&gt;Cual es tu hermosa sonrisa colgando bajo la luna…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño…&lt;br /&gt;Envolviéndome en las sales de la espuma&lt;br /&gt;Quemando la única caricia&lt;br /&gt;Que me han regalado tus manos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo el mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te veo a ti, dibujada en una caracola&lt;br /&gt;Eterna bajo mis pupilas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y escribo sobre la arena&lt;br /&gt;Este ultimo verso de amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo el mar… amor, te veo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7866086725674154627?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7866086725674154627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7866086725674154627' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7866086725674154627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7866086725674154627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/veo-el-mar.html' title='Veo El Mar...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dcV_MyU1I/AAAAAAAAAj4/cTqjZ7FrcYQ/s72-c/Veo+El+Mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5863647477475058350</id><published>2010-05-21T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:23:19.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>La Puerta III (Sueño)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dbe1lYefI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QtyDZApHX2U/s1600/La+Puerta+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dbe1lYefI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QtyDZApHX2U/s320/La+Puerta+III.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473944457430202866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Es la misma puerta café&lt;br /&gt;La de mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;A la que nunca he entrado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encuentro cerca, la toco,&lt;br /&gt;Veo una luz…&lt;br /&gt;Despierto de mi ensueño&lt;br /&gt;La puerta vuelve a estar lejana&lt;br /&gt;Oscura, misteriosa, ausente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me asomo por la rendija&lt;br /&gt;La perilla como caleidoscopio da vuelta,&lt;br /&gt;(Espejos), tus ojos verdes…&lt;br /&gt;… y de nuevo se aleja…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volveré a dormir&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez esta noche tenga más suerte…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5863647477475058350?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5863647477475058350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5863647477475058350' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5863647477475058350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5863647477475058350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-puerta-iii-sueno_21.html' title='La Puerta III (Sueño)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dbe1lYefI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QtyDZApHX2U/s72-c/La+Puerta+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8928059600798609122</id><published>2010-05-21T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:19:01.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Pobre Hombre Sabio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_da-PijtEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZsKXvkT2Nsc/s1600/Pobre+Hombre+Sabio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_da-PijtEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZsKXvkT2Nsc/s320/Pobre+Hombre+Sabio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473943897461994562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre hombre sabio, todo ve, nada sabe&lt;br /&gt;Creé que el agua sigue siendo cristalina,&lt;br /&gt;Aun conoce lo que todos ignoran&lt;br /&gt;Y por ser sabio se volvió mediocre&lt;br /&gt;Bajo una puerta de tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Y en el cielo, unos ojos que jamás beso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre hombre sabio, ahora cortado de lengua&lt;br /&gt;Sigue viendo a ella, la mujer de años atrás,&lt;br /&gt;La misma, la de añejos rocíos,&lt;br /&gt;Por la que supo todo, y hoy no sabe nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre hombre sabio, pobre,&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde quedo la virtud de tu palabra?...&lt;br /&gt;Y el poeta que vivió en ti&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué ahora llora y se muere bajo tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrizada de futuros que siguen sin ayer,&lt;br /&gt;Sin mañana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre hombre sabio,&lt;br /&gt;Ahora habitas en callejones viendo pasar&lt;br /&gt;Niños con la mirada puesta en horizontes,&lt;br /&gt;Que se diluyen en lo que sabías&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca, jamás comprendiste…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre hombre sabio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Perdonen, tuve un Déjà vu mientras escribía)&lt;br /&gt;Y el espejo lagrimea,&lt;br /&gt;La miseria de mis ojos….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8928059600798609122?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8928059600798609122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8928059600798609122' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8928059600798609122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8928059600798609122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/pobre-hombre-sabio.html' title='Pobre Hombre Sabio'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_da-PijtEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZsKXvkT2Nsc/s72-c/Pobre+Hombre+Sabio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7044495231800894802</id><published>2010-05-21T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:17:04.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Este Día...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_damieo7wI/AAAAAAAAAjg/YqyA-FXH3Hg/s1600/fee151a.pjpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_damieo7wI/AAAAAAAAAjg/YqyA-FXH3Hg/s320/fee151a.pjpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473943490228973314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Espere este día, como lo esperaba&lt;br /&gt;Para poder abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;Tenerte unos minutos&lt;br /&gt;Pero… Te alejaste, lo sabía&lt;br /&gt;Un día tenía que pasar… un día,&lt;br /&gt;Pero en mi tonta ilusión pensé&lt;br /&gt;Quizás&lt;br /&gt;Tú te quedarás…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duele el alma y en silencio lloro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastime de nuevo con mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Las pupilas de quien amaba&lt;br /&gt;-Temía el momento, lo soñé&lt;br /&gt;Lo maldije-…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Hay mares de sangre&lt;br /&gt;Atorados en mi garganta acribillada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy la mañana pintaba arcoíris&lt;br /&gt;El despertar de un nuevo amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Pero has decidido apuñalar la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;Y el arcoíris llora, y la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Me envuelve en rocíos y desesperanza…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperaba este día, tanto lo esperaba&lt;br /&gt;Y el destino de nuevo me volteo la cara&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tu belleza&lt;br /&gt;Se burla de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y de mis versos limosneros&lt;br /&gt;Que jamás tocaron tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este día,&lt;br /&gt;Grabe tu nombre en el epitafio&lt;br /&gt;De mi corazón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7044495231800894802?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7044495231800894802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7044495231800894802' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7044495231800894802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7044495231800894802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/este-dia.html' title='Este Día...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_damieo7wI/AAAAAAAAAjg/YqyA-FXH3Hg/s72-c/fee151a.pjpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4432627974693912312</id><published>2010-05-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:14:32.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Te Tengo Aquí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dZ-tETzqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SkyVbr4X9jc/s1600/Te+Tengo+Aqu%C3%AD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dZ-tETzqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SkyVbr4X9jc/s320/Te+Tengo+Aqu%C3%AD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473942805876559522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te tengo aquí,&lt;br /&gt;En mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo por dos horas es mío&lt;br /&gt;Tu sonrisa, tus ojos, tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Más bajo tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;Se esconde la fragancia&lt;br /&gt;De senderos y distancias,&lt;br /&gt;De besos de otoño deshojándose en otras aguas&lt;br /&gt;Y tú corazón no esta&lt;br /&gt;Y tus sueños viajan misteriosos&lt;br /&gt;En lo hondo de tu verde pupila…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te tengo aquí, y dejas mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Posarse en tu espalda, sonríes&lt;br /&gt;(No sé porqué)&lt;br /&gt;Y me envuelvo en tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Con mis brazos acribillados de sueños&lt;br /&gt;Tocando tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Pero jamás tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te tengo aquí&lt;br /&gt;Como roca labrada por Dioses&lt;br /&gt;Fina y hermosa&lt;br /&gt;A veces tan fría, tan distante&lt;br /&gt;Otras cálida como la primavera de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Pero te tengo aquí&lt;br /&gt;Y estas y no estas&lt;br /&gt;Y te toco y no&lt;br /&gt;Y te beso… y nada.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4432627974693912312?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4432627974693912312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4432627974693912312' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4432627974693912312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4432627974693912312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-puerta-iii-sueno.html' title='Te Tengo Aquí'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dZ-tETzqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SkyVbr4X9jc/s72-c/Te+Tengo+Aqu%C3%AD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-800843190722384352</id><published>2010-05-21T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:08:06.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>La Puerta II (Letargo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dYd5oGbnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/DYJPBTIIX1E/s1600/La+Puerta+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dYd5oGbnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/DYJPBTIIX1E/s320/La+Puerta+II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473941142800592498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toqué  y ya no había nadie&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de la puerta donde ahora escribo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloré, dicen que los hombres no deben&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo lloré, mis lágrimas cayeron&lt;br /&gt;En la fría ausencia de la habitación&lt;br /&gt;Y la pregunta de siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué he llegado tarde?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo vi a lo lejos la luz de este cuarto&lt;br /&gt;En mi ventana de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;El jardín era verde, lleno de rosas&lt;br /&gt;Y girasoles que saludaban al sol cada amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Pero ya no pude regarlos&lt;br /&gt;Y la luz, no era mas que aquél espejo roto&lt;br /&gt;Reflejando tus ojos de cielo&lt;br /&gt;En cada resquicio de estas paredes que sangran…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegue tarde de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Permití que se derrumbaran los pilares&lt;br /&gt;Que sostenían las cerraduras de mi prisión&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora el pasillo es más grande&lt;br /&gt;No queda nada, todo se ha ido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La puerta se ha desquebrajado, y entre&lt;br /&gt;Abrí los brazos pero nadie fue a mí encuentro&lt;br /&gt;He llegado tarde, siempre llego tarde&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta mí propio olvido&lt;br /&gt;Me ha abandonado ya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-800843190722384352?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/800843190722384352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=800843190722384352' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/800843190722384352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/800843190722384352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-puerta-ii-letargo.html' title='La Puerta II (Letargo)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dYd5oGbnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/DYJPBTIIX1E/s72-c/La+Puerta+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5527054860540648181</id><published>2010-05-21T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:06:16.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>De Olvidos Y Rocíos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dX-ya2U5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/dyEC3_yc5dA/s1600/De+Olvidos+Y+Roc%C3%ADos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dX-ya2U5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/dyEC3_yc5dA/s320/De+Olvidos+Y+Roc%C3%ADos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473940608290018194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuimos como un racimo de muégano&lt;br /&gt;Quizás tanto, que bajo el cielo y la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;cayeron nuestras hojas y se rompieron lazos,&lt;br /&gt;versos de un adiós sin retorno&lt;br /&gt;olvidos de un rocío que mojo mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;y derrumbo los cielos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora solo quedan silencios, dudas&lt;br /&gt;la foto familiar que se desvanece&lt;br /&gt;en recuerdos y sepias de amarguras&lt;br /&gt;en la distancia febril que son aquellos besos&lt;br /&gt;y aquellas sonrisas que se vivieron el sofá,&lt;br /&gt;en la cocina, en la recamara...&lt;br /&gt;en la infancia perdida de mi hermano&lt;br /&gt;o en los "no entiendo" de mi adolescencia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha pasado la tormenta, lo que no sirve se tira&lt;br /&gt;y lo que queda se atesora en nuestra mirada&lt;br /&gt;y vamos avanzando, sangre y lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;hemos ya dejado en el campo de batalla&lt;br /&gt;al que de vez en cuando volvemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya no lucho, me he cansado,&lt;br /&gt;y es por eso que hoy mi tinta y mi papel se mojan&lt;br /&gt;de olvidos... y rocíos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5527054860540648181?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5527054860540648181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5527054860540648181' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5527054860540648181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5527054860540648181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/de-olvidos-y-rocios.html' title='De Olvidos Y Rocíos'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dX-ya2U5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/dyEC3_yc5dA/s72-c/De+Olvidos+Y+Roc%C3%ADos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8132601410477505520</id><published>2010-05-21T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:56:40.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Sólo Dos Palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dVokij-bI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3A2IdkT83G8/s1600/Solo+Dos+Palabras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dVokij-bI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3A2IdkT83G8/s320/Solo+Dos+Palabras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473938027583895986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sólo dos palabras&lt;br /&gt;Sólo dos,&lt;br /&gt;Son las que pido de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez más cercanos de lo míos&lt;br /&gt;Para de mi bolsillo&lt;br /&gt;Germinar rosas blancas en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Y un mar nuevo&lt;br /&gt;En la eternidad de tus ojos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo dos palabras,&lt;br /&gt;Sin mentiras, sin dudas&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces mis cielos serán azules&lt;br /&gt;Y después el llanto&lt;br /&gt;Será agua para tus jardines&lt;br /&gt;Y lágrimas lejanas de pasados etéreos&lt;br /&gt;Y olvidados…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente me encuentro en tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Esperando (cruel espera) dos palabras,&lt;br /&gt;Un beso de luz que ciegue mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Una señal para abrir las puertas de tu paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Y cerrar con llave mi infierno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo dos palabras amor&lt;br /&gt;Renovarían estos versos tan viejos&lt;br /&gt;Ya tan escritos&lt;br /&gt;Ya tan cansados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo dos palabras&lt;br /&gt;Y de mis labios…&lt;br /&gt;Un “te amo”.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8132601410477505520?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8132601410477505520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8132601410477505520' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8132601410477505520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8132601410477505520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/solo-dos-palabras.html' title='Sólo Dos Palabras'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dVokij-bI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3A2IdkT83G8/s72-c/Solo+Dos+Palabras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5402650645402010462</id><published>2010-05-21T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:50:04.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amistad'/><title type='text'>Página En Blanco (Para Una Amiga En Su Cumpleaños)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dUBsE7wzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fqQoOEz9kTA/s1600/P%C3%A1gina+En+Blanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dUBsE7wzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fqQoOEz9kTA/s320/P%C3%A1gina+En+Blanco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473936260080583474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que escribo en esta página blanca&lt;br /&gt;Que me recuerda a una mujer&lt;br /&gt;Una rosa inscrita en un pétalo&lt;br /&gt;Del cabello que se mece en su espalda…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será… una amiga, sí, una flor en mi jardín,&lt;br /&gt;Un verso, una mano, tinta de mi pluma,&lt;br /&gt;Y me siento atento, nació un día como hoy&lt;br /&gt;Y un ángel se coló en sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y un corazón se pinto en su cielo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente se abrió la aurora&lt;br /&gt;Y los ruiseñores cantaron,&lt;br /&gt;La azucena se vistió de gala&lt;br /&gt;Y el aire sembró rosas en sus manos&lt;br /&gt;Y le dio alma&lt;br /&gt;Para un corazón enamorado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que escribo en esta página,&lt;br /&gt;Ahora llena de tu esencia, de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Mi amiga, mi compañera, mujer…&lt;br /&gt;De una sonrisa que se me escapa&lt;br /&gt;Sí, de tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;De tu ingenuidad abrigada de ternura&lt;br /&gt;De tu picardía… de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy solo quiero escribir de ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantarte esta madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Una serenata de ilusiones que vibran&lt;br /&gt;De guitarras, de acordes,&lt;br /&gt;Y el rey David como invitado especial&lt;br /&gt;Para llenarte de alegría&lt;br /&gt;Para abrazar tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lloraré en estos versos&lt;br /&gt;Porque esta noche escribo a la alegría&lt;br /&gt;A la vida…&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo a ti, mi compañera&lt;br /&gt;Magali… mi amiga… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5402650645402010462?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5402650645402010462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5402650645402010462' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5402650645402010462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5402650645402010462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/p.html' title='Página En Blanco (Para Una Amiga En Su Cumpleaños)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dUBsE7wzI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fqQoOEz9kTA/s72-c/P%C3%A1gina+En+Blanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5717789057375600977</id><published>2010-05-21T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:46:34.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Lluvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dTZWELzGI/AAAAAAAAAio/Vf144moou8Y/s1600/Lluvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dTZWELzGI/AAAAAAAAAio/Vf144moou8Y/s320/Lluvia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473935566977092706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La madrugada se pinta en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Dos lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Un verso&lt;br /&gt;Tu foto&lt;br /&gt;El recuerdo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El saxofón&lt;br /&gt;El cielo&lt;br /&gt;Neruda, Bécquer, Sabines&lt;br /&gt;Sus versos&lt;br /&gt;Los míos&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El frío empaña mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;El reflejo&lt;br /&gt;La luna&lt;br /&gt;Tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche&lt;br /&gt;Suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgias&lt;br /&gt;Tus parpados…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto amanece en mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;Tu cara&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú… (Dos lágrimas)&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queda rocío en mi cama&lt;br /&gt;Me vestiré de el&lt;br /&gt;Para bañar tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;De mí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5717789057375600977?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5717789057375600977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5717789057375600977' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5717789057375600977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5717789057375600977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/lluvia.html' title='Lluvia'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dTZWELzGI/AAAAAAAAAio/Vf144moou8Y/s72-c/Lluvia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7535885499867873007</id><published>2010-05-21T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:40:14.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Tristeza En El Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dRp9o6Y5I/AAAAAAAAAig/joAmQ6Dt8zk/s1600/Tristeza+En+El+Alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dRp9o6Y5I/AAAAAAAAAig/joAmQ6Dt8zk/s320/Tristeza+En+El+Alma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473933653454775186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuanta tristeza siento en el alma&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo y aun no logro&lt;br /&gt;Me des un poco de tu amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo esperando un milagro, un minuto,&lt;br /&gt;Una hora&lt;br /&gt;En que al final despiertes enamorada de mí&lt;br /&gt;Y sueñes en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y poses tus labios en mis labios…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo he intentado, con paciencia&lt;br /&gt;Con dulzura, con lo que soy y no soy&lt;br /&gt;Pero sigue siendo poca cosa&lt;br /&gt;Porque a tus rosas mi lluvia no llega&lt;br /&gt;Mientras mi sol sigue nublado por las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que se riegan en mis pupilas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú te iras a navegar en otro mar&lt;br /&gt;Y yo me quedaré con mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;En el mismo muelle,&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas empezaba a brillar&lt;br /&gt;Más hoy de nuevo apaga sus luces&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu barco nunca llegó…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta tristeza siento en el alma&lt;br /&gt;De saberme en la derrota una vez más&lt;br /&gt;Y opacar estrellas de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Y cavar cementerios de sueños&lt;br /&gt;Flores, y la misma música triste de ayer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta tristeza amor, cuanta tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Me ha dado&lt;br /&gt;Ver mis versos sangrar en tu mirada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7535885499867873007?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7535885499867873007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7535885499867873007' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7535885499867873007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7535885499867873007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/tristeza-en-el-alma.html' title='Tristeza En El Alma'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dRp9o6Y5I/AAAAAAAAAig/joAmQ6Dt8zk/s72-c/Tristeza+En+El+Alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-98742272434578655</id><published>2010-05-21T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:34:48.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Me Estas Acostumbrando A Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dQoUQAo4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/VIGpdU5PDp8/s1600/Me+Estas+Acostumbrando+A+Ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dQoUQAo4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/VIGpdU5PDp8/s320/Me+Estas+Acostumbrando+A+Ti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473932525652976514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estas acostumbrando a ti, a tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;A tu sonrisa en mis ojos, a tu verso&lt;br /&gt;Que se escapa en cada caricia&lt;br /&gt;Y se queda en tus ojos de alborada&lt;br /&gt;Como niño recién nacido&lt;br /&gt;En tus brazos de mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué haré cuando te vayas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde se quedarán los besos sangrados&lt;br /&gt;Que se acostumbraron a tus cabellos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde se posarán mis miedos?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Y mis lágrimas que ya saben a ayer&lt;br /&gt;Dónde dejaran los rocíos de un futuro sin ti?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estas acostumbrando a tu aroma,&lt;br /&gt;A mi mirada en tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;A mis brazos en tus brazos,&lt;br /&gt;A tus ojos en mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;A mi vida… en tu vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando te vayas, y en tu partida&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde quedaré yo?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-98742272434578655?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/98742272434578655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=98742272434578655' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/98742272434578655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/98742272434578655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-estas-acostumbrando-ti.html' title='Me Estas Acostumbrando A Ti'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dQoUQAo4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/VIGpdU5PDp8/s72-c/Me+Estas+Acostumbrando+A+Ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4403020274337844753</id><published>2010-05-21T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:29:54.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Mi Precio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dOrf51a9I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NcOTDD4l6JI/s1600/Mi+Precio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dOrf51a9I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NcOTDD4l6JI/s320/Mi+Precio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473930381297544146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No puedo ofrecerte joyas&lt;br /&gt;Ni mis manos bañadas en monedas&lt;br /&gt;Para poblar tu pupila de oro&lt;br /&gt;Y de diamantes vacíos forrados en luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo tengo miradas sin denominación&lt;br /&gt;Relojes tristes que lloran si no estás&lt;br /&gt;Y tus ojos en mi Wall Street particular&lt;br /&gt;Con el mayor valor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una moneda de solo una cara&lt;br /&gt;Para robarte un beso&lt;br /&gt;Si juegas al azar conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Y debajo de aquel arcoíris&lt;br /&gt;Que se pinta en tu horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Una olla llena amor&lt;br /&gt;Robada a un pobre duende viejo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo ofrecerte riquezas&lt;br /&gt;Y me siento triste&lt;br /&gt;Porque quisiera regalarte todo&lt;br /&gt;Tus caprichos, tus deseos&lt;br /&gt;Darte lo que mereces&lt;br /&gt;Mi princesa hermosa,&lt;br /&gt;Mi princesa de cuento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más solo tengo estos versos&lt;br /&gt;Mi poesía&lt;br /&gt;Y el corazón para darte&lt;br /&gt;Sé que es poco, pero te amo&lt;br /&gt;Y si un día decidieras venir con este miserable&lt;br /&gt;Dejaré de serlo&lt;br /&gt;Por que tu mirada en la mía&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios en mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Serían mi fortuna, mi paz&lt;br /&gt;Mi moneda… y mi precio.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4403020274337844753?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4403020274337844753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4403020274337844753' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4403020274337844753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4403020274337844753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/mi-precio.html' title='Mi Precio'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dOrf51a9I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NcOTDD4l6JI/s72-c/Mi+Precio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-2110224014213310408</id><published>2010-05-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:17:26.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Me Dio Por Extrañarte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dMnjXcHbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/iVEIpm-mQrU/s1600/Me+Dio+Por+Extra%C3%B1arte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dMnjXcHbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/iVEIpm-mQrU/s320/Me+Dio+Por+Extra%C3%B1arte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473928114484288946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sería muy bello pensar que una mañana&lt;br /&gt;Despertarás con ganas de mis caricias&lt;br /&gt;Y quisieras verme, esperando el momento&lt;br /&gt;De una mirada, una palabra&lt;br /&gt;Que nos lleve a un nuevo cielo&lt;br /&gt;Para llenar sueños que de a poco&lt;br /&gt;Se van desvaneciendo en vientos de ayer&lt;br /&gt;Rozando mi cuerpo etéreo, y frio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sería hermoso que solo sonrieras conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Que tus ojos solo estuvieran en mí,&lt;br /&gt;Y no vieras más que mi cara, sin verlo a él,&lt;br /&gt;O que tus sueños tuvieran mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;Como los míos, solo desembocan en ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque… ¿sabes? Es difícil amar en soledad&lt;br /&gt;Como caminar descalzo sobre el vidrio&lt;br /&gt;Con los pies ensangrentados de añoranzas&lt;br /&gt;E intentar volar después con las alas atadas&lt;br /&gt;En paisajes de tristezas y versos de amor sin tinta&lt;br /&gt;Sin papel, sin poeta, sin musa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sería bello despertar un día en el alba de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Terminar el día bajo el crepúsculo de tus labios rojos&lt;br /&gt;Y dormir eterno la noche, en tus brazos de luna…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-2110224014213310408?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2110224014213310408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=2110224014213310408' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2110224014213310408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2110224014213310408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-dio-por-extranarte.html' title='Me Dio Por Extrañarte'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dMnjXcHbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/iVEIpm-mQrU/s72-c/Me+Dio+Por+Extra%C3%B1arte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5090438177775509675</id><published>2010-05-21T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:15:43.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Sería...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dMNVnw91I/AAAAAAAAAiA/243ju6siMjI/s1600/Ser%C3%ADa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dMNVnw91I/AAAAAAAAAiA/243ju6siMjI/s320/Ser%C3%ADa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473927664118069074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sería muy bello pensar que una mañana&lt;br /&gt;Despertarás con ganas de mis caricias&lt;br /&gt;Y quisieras verme, esperando el momento&lt;br /&gt;De una mirada, una palabra&lt;br /&gt;Que nos lleve a un nuevo cielo&lt;br /&gt;Para llenar sueños que de a poco&lt;br /&gt;Se van desvaneciendo en vientos de ayer&lt;br /&gt;Rozando mi cuerpo etéreo, y frio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sería hermoso que solo sonrieras conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Que tus ojos solo estuvieran en mí,&lt;br /&gt;Y no vieras más que mi cara, sin verlo a él,&lt;br /&gt;O que tus sueños tuvieran mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;Como los míos, solo desembocan en ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque… ¿sabes? Es difícil amar en soledad&lt;br /&gt;Como caminar descalzo sobre el vidrio&lt;br /&gt;Con los pies ensangrentados de añoranzas&lt;br /&gt;E intentar volar después con las alas atadas&lt;br /&gt;En paisajes de tristezas y versos de amor sin tinta&lt;br /&gt;Sin papel, sin poeta, sin musa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sería bello despertar un día en el alba de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Terminar el día bajo el crepúsculo de tus labios rojos&lt;br /&gt;Y dormir eterno la noche, en tus brazos de luna…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5090438177775509675?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5090438177775509675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5090438177775509675' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5090438177775509675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5090438177775509675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/seria.html' title='Sería...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dMNVnw91I/AAAAAAAAAiA/243ju6siMjI/s72-c/Ser%C3%ADa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7198362938589785214</id><published>2010-05-21T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:09:38.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Génesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dJ20R5s-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/zSDBTcLZ2_g/s1600/G%C3%A9nesis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dJ20R5s-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/zSDBTcLZ2_g/s320/G%C3%A9nesis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473925078187619298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creé un mundo&lt;br /&gt;El tuyo&lt;br /&gt;El mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde se bañaran de besos las mañanas&lt;br /&gt;Y los azahares del jardín&lt;br /&gt;Perfumaran tu fragancia al pasar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los mares eran del color de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;El cielo se envolvía en tu cuello&lt;br /&gt;Y en tu espalda mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Pintaban crespúsculos sin anochecer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creé un mundo&lt;br /&gt;En donde las aristas de mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Se unían en anhelos e ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;Para sostener el peso de este llanto&lt;br /&gt;Tan putrefacto de ayer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca era el manantial de mis besos&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos el refugio de mis penas&lt;br /&gt;Y tu sonrisa, tu hermosa sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;El faro donde mis muelles&lt;br /&gt;Veneraban mis diosas y mi mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cree un mundo&lt;br /&gt;El tuyo&lt;br /&gt;El mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espero amor, te espero&lt;br /&gt;No tardes que el desierto de mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;Marchita el jardín y muere,&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente muere&lt;br /&gt;Junto a estos versos&lt;br /&gt;Cansados de tanto llorar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7198362938589785214?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7198362938589785214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7198362938589785214' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7198362938589785214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7198362938589785214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/genesis.html' title='Génesis'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dJ20R5s-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/zSDBTcLZ2_g/s72-c/G%C3%A9nesis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7426083969602586005</id><published>2010-05-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:59:56.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Cabalga La Noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dH31Ok1uI/AAAAAAAAAhw/oD6d1FpXiCw/s1600/Cabalga+La+Noche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dH31Ok1uI/AAAAAAAAAhw/oD6d1FpXiCw/s320/Cabalga+La+Noche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473922896598718178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cabalga la noche con mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Y el canto triste de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Rompe el silencio de mi cuarto,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llorar&lt;br /&gt;Llorar hasta olvidar que existo&lt;br /&gt;Y que existes en mí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duele el tiempo, cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;Los vientos aclaman tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Y mis ojos rojos, mi mirada perdida&lt;br /&gt;Te busca sin encontrarte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo como puedes estar tan dentro&lt;br /&gt;Y no tenerte afuera…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa la vida, solo pasa&lt;br /&gt;Ente soledades, entre nostalgias&lt;br /&gt;Y como buen espectador solo espero el final&lt;br /&gt;De esta historia sin protagonista&lt;br /&gt;Porque hace mucho que deje de serlo&lt;br /&gt;Y mi esperanza fue ardiendo&lt;br /&gt;Junto con el papel y mis líneas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera limpiar mis lágrimas, las tuyas&lt;br /&gt;Y dejar cabalgar noche&lt;br /&gt;Para que brillará mi luna en tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Y llorar, sí, llorar&lt;br /&gt;Y olvidar que existes&lt;br /&gt;Y olvidar que existo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ser tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;Solo uno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabalga la noche…&lt;br /&gt;...Cabalga…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7426083969602586005?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7426083969602586005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7426083969602586005' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7426083969602586005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7426083969602586005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/cabalga-la-noche.html' title='Cabalga La Noche'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dH31Ok1uI/AAAAAAAAAhw/oD6d1FpXiCw/s72-c/Cabalga+La+Noche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3157876476491723522</id><published>2010-05-21T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:54:30.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Pudo Ser Un Gran Día</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dHK2gmBWI/AAAAAAAAAho/9eTSux0Bn-8/s1600/Pudo+Ser+Un+Gran+D%C3%ADa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dHK2gmBWI/AAAAAAAAAho/9eTSux0Bn-8/s320/Pudo+Ser+Un+Gran+D%C3%ADa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473922123848615266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pudo haber sido un gran día&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el cielo azul&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Dos rimas de Bécquer&lt;br /&gt;Y tus labios en los míos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una tarde&lt;br /&gt;El crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;El viento y tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Jugando en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudo ser un gran día&lt;br /&gt;De colores azules&lt;br /&gt;De sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;Y lunas tímidas&lt;br /&gt;Asomando en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las calles blancas&lt;br /&gt;Haciendo camino para ti&lt;br /&gt;Para mí&lt;br /&gt;Un verso mío&lt;br /&gt;Recitando en tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Rosas de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudo haber sido un gran día&lt;br /&gt;Más solo queda&lt;br /&gt;El “hubiera”&lt;br /&gt;Y el hubiera no existe&lt;br /&gt;Ni en el futuro ni el ayer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una tarde&lt;br /&gt;Tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;Pudo ser un gran día&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca fue…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3157876476491723522?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3157876476491723522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3157876476491723522' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3157876476491723522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3157876476491723522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/pudo-ser-un-gran-dia.html' title='Pudo Ser Un Gran Día'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dHK2gmBWI/AAAAAAAAAho/9eTSux0Bn-8/s72-c/Pudo+Ser+Un+Gran+D%C3%ADa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-6287840350740623434</id><published>2010-05-21T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:47:51.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Yo No Sé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dFoFfvjOI/AAAAAAAAAhg/arJx1IfbKuk/s1600/Yo+No+S%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dFoFfvjOI/AAAAAAAAAhg/arJx1IfbKuk/s320/Yo+No+S%C3%A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473920427064528098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No sé si tú eres más bella&lt;br /&gt;O yo regrese mas enamorado de tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;Esa piel que emerge en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Como montañas blancas de rosas&lt;br /&gt;Como primavera en el silencio de mi desierto&lt;br /&gt;Y escuchar tu sonrisa, sentir tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Lastima y cura&lt;br /&gt;Sangra y sana heridas&lt;br /&gt;Estas llagas que mi alma cubre&lt;br /&gt;Con voces de tristezas y amarguras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé que es lo que tienes tú&lt;br /&gt;Que hipnotizas mis versos y rompes mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;En caricias cobardes que no te doy,&lt;br /&gt;Que es lo que esconde el aroma de tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Para volverme esclavo de tu todo&lt;br /&gt;Y a la vez prisionero de nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé porque me apasiona la verdad&lt;br /&gt;Y la mentira que acude a tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando miras los míos y no puedo detener&lt;br /&gt;Las ganas de envolverme en ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extrañé… y no sé si llorar,&lt;br /&gt;O reír…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-6287840350740623434?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6287840350740623434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=6287840350740623434' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6287840350740623434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6287840350740623434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-no-se.html' title='Yo No Sé'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dFoFfvjOI/AAAAAAAAAhg/arJx1IfbKuk/s72-c/Yo+No+S%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3953079247646549259</id><published>2010-05-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:45:51.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Tú No Sabes Lo Que Duele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dE56hCeKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9jTlRQK34x0/s1600/T%C3%BA+No+Sabes+Lo+Que+Duele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dE56hCeKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9jTlRQK34x0/s320/T%C3%BA+No+Sabes+Lo+Que+Duele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473919633843189922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú no sabes como duele estar aquí,&lt;br /&gt;Callado, esperando tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Tragando todos mis celos&lt;br /&gt;Por la incertidumbre y la duda&lt;br /&gt;De saberte ajena…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por abrazarte…&lt;br /&gt;…Y que me abraces&lt;br /&gt;Por besarte…&lt;br /&gt;… y que me beses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duele amar solo&lt;br /&gt;En la miseria de mis ojos tristes&lt;br /&gt;Debajo de tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Lejos,&lt;br /&gt;Muy lejos de tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú no sabes como duele estar aquí&lt;br /&gt;Mendigando tu cariño,&lt;br /&gt;Rogándote con estas manos que te escriben&lt;br /&gt;Un poco de amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú no sabes lo que duele&lt;br /&gt;Vivir por vivir&lt;br /&gt;Amar por amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3953079247646549259?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3953079247646549259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3953079247646549259' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3953079247646549259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3953079247646549259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/tu-no-sabes-lo-que-duele.html' title='Tú No Sabes Lo Que Duele'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S_dE56hCeKI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9jTlRQK34x0/s72-c/T%C3%BA+No+Sabes+Lo+Que+Duele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-6983602059181267353</id><published>2010-05-09T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:34:07.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Te Amo (Para Mi Mamá)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S-dXl72IqHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Tm9urL51bLc/s1600/Te+Amo+Mam%C3%A1+Papel+Tapiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S-dXl72IqHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Tm9urL51bLc/s320/Te+Amo+Mam%C3%A1+Papel+Tapiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469436581696284786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te Amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me cuesta trabajo escribirte…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mis palabras son torpes, ¿recuerdas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como cuando empezaba a caminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y en tus brazos volaba…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero recoger tus lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En verdad lo quiero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero lo sabes, tú me conoces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca he sido bueno para consolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni para decir lo que siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando te tengo enfrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y en tu mirada veo tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo sé que callas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… y te sientes sola…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estos versos, mi poesía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Son tan débiles, tan frágiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y en el viento he visto tu flaqueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu lucha, tu vacío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y aunque intentas ocultarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No soy ciego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni tu alma es muda…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero que seas feliz, lo quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En verdad lo quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que te amo, a pesar de todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aun en contra de mis silencios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De aquella vida que extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De aquel pasado que hiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te amo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te quiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que sigo siendo el reflejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De aquellos años que en tu vientre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me dio tu mirada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perdona de nuevo mi torpeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quise escribirte mi mejor poema en tu día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin tristezas ni nostalgias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y  ya ves, no pude evitarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque descubrí en tu nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El mejor verso del mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi mamá…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-6983602059181267353?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6983602059181267353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=6983602059181267353' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6983602059181267353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6983602059181267353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/05/te-amo-para-mi-mama.html' title='Te Amo (Para Mi Mamá)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S-dXl72IqHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Tm9urL51bLc/s72-c/Te+Amo+Mam%C3%A1+Papel+Tapiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1403586017082024356</id><published>2010-04-21T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:52:31.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amistad'/><title type='text'>Encuentro En Puebla (Aires De Libertad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_jWbcZIXI/AAAAAAAAAhI/37N45-WqS7k/s1600/DSC08435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_jWbcZIXI/AAAAAAAAAhI/37N45-WqS7k/s320/DSC08435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462834847487172978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotivo, Impresionante, Sin Palabras :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haiku (Aires De Libertad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirada lince&lt;br /&gt;Canto de trovadores&lt;br /&gt;Son los poetas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son los poetas&lt;br /&gt;Pasado y futuro&lt;br /&gt;De la libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la libertad&lt;br /&gt;Se coronan los aires&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia de versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1403586017082024356?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1403586017082024356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1403586017082024356' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1403586017082024356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1403586017082024356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/encuentro-en-puebla-aires-de-libertad.html' title='Encuentro En Puebla (Aires De Libertad)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_jWbcZIXI/AAAAAAAAAhI/37N45-WqS7k/s72-c/DSC08435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1677566486906807226</id><published>2010-04-21T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:31:19.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>La Puerta (Dualidad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_e8hL1g7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/kfmE0knQxqI/s1600/La+Puerta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_e8hL1g7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/kfmE0knQxqI/s320/La+Puerta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462830004305232818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La puerta del sentimiento abre de dos en dos&lt;br /&gt;Y entra la nostalgia derribando muros&lt;br /&gt;Mientras las fortalezas se hunden cada vez más&lt;br /&gt;Y los recuerdos se escabullen en una lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Y se clavan dos besos, bajo la luna que me observa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién ha abierto aquella puerta, quién?&lt;br /&gt;Si había puesto mil candados de amarguras&lt;br /&gt;Y todo era silencio, ya nada quedaba,&lt;br /&gt;Por qué interrumpen mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Si aun la soledad fornica con mi verso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡No!, no abran la puerta&lt;br /&gt;Que todavía danza la luna en sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y su sangre sigue latiendo en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, ¡no!&lt;br /&gt;Aun no sano las heridas de su partida&lt;br /&gt;Ni termino de limpiar los cristales rotos de su huida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La puerta se ha abierto de dos en dos&lt;br /&gt;Y has entrado tú, princesa de esmeraldas&lt;br /&gt;Mi desasosiego fue en vano&lt;br /&gt;Porque ya se ha cruzado mi mirada con la tuya&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora el candado ya no sirve&lt;br /&gt;He intentado huir pero las cerraduras&lt;br /&gt;no abren más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nuevo soy esclavo&lt;br /&gt;De nuevo soy tu prisionero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer-Poesía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1677566486906807226?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1677566486906807226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1677566486906807226' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1677566486906807226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1677566486906807226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-puerta-dualidad.html' title='La Puerta (Dualidad)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_e8hL1g7I/AAAAAAAAAg4/kfmE0knQxqI/s72-c/La+Puerta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5156093577027101605</id><published>2010-04-21T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:28:56.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Te Estuve Esperando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_ebqufM-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/2KT39-qjPnA/s1600/Te+Estuve+Esperando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_ebqufM-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/2KT39-qjPnA/s320/Te+Estuve+Esperando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462829439930807266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te estuve esperando allí&lt;br /&gt;En donde se pierde el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Con un silencio que acribilla el alma&lt;br /&gt;Y no lloro porque me he cansado&lt;br /&gt;De este llanto&lt;br /&gt;Y de este hastío&lt;br /&gt;Que sangra en los adentros&lt;br /&gt;De un verso que te nombra…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en la voz del poema&lt;br /&gt;Me hiere el vacío de tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Por no saber de ti&lt;br /&gt;Si acaso sigues besando rocíos de añoranzas&lt;br /&gt;O te has acostumbrado a la brisa&lt;br /&gt;De una utopía&lt;br /&gt;Que baña de lluvia tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y de tormentas mis ojos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pasaron los minutos,&lt;br /&gt;Las horas&lt;br /&gt;El viento deshojando mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;En alfombras de hojas amarillas&lt;br /&gt;Y paso el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Los sueños… todo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te estuve esperando&lt;br /&gt;Ya no sé cuento tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Ni cuando ha llegado el alba… solo sé&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando desperté de la espera&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me quedaban lágrimas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5156093577027101605?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5156093577027101605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5156093577027101605' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5156093577027101605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5156093577027101605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-estuve-esperando.html' title='Te Estuve Esperando...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_ebqufM-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/2KT39-qjPnA/s72-c/Te+Estuve+Esperando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5225417241098825418</id><published>2010-04-21T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:27:44.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Refugio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_eK64Nm2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/nIHBcMOHQ8Y/s1600/Refugio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_eK64Nm2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/nIHBcMOHQ8Y/s320/Refugio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462829152208788322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me refugio en los contornos de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Como gato buscando escondite&lt;br /&gt;En una tormenta de añoranzas y nostalgias&lt;br /&gt;Perdido en tu aroma, en esa limosna&lt;br /&gt;Que me dan tus ojos y tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Para soñar que es verdad la mentira&lt;br /&gt;Y no matar ilusiones, en cementerios de soledades…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me refugio en tus pupilas de esmeralda&lt;br /&gt;Y veo a través de tus ojos la vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acaso se pintan los amaneceres de agua&lt;br /&gt;Sobre tus labios besando el viento&lt;br /&gt;O tal vez en ellos se encuentre el secreto&lt;br /&gt;Que guarda con recelo tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;En la arena donde escondes tus manos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me refugio debajo de tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Donde nadie ve que beso tus hombros&lt;br /&gt;Y toco tu cintura de enredaderas&lt;br /&gt;Mientras me consumo en un veneno&lt;br /&gt;Que detiene el tiempo y sus relojes&lt;br /&gt;Y solo queda tu verso&lt;br /&gt;Solo queda tu poema…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me refugio en lo inexplicable de este amor&lt;br /&gt;Bajo los letargos de mis caricias&lt;br /&gt;Ahí, en tus pies de azahares y hierba&lt;br /&gt;Donde me abandona la piel&lt;br /&gt;Y me vuelvo aire… envolviendo tu cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5225417241098825418?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5225417241098825418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5225417241098825418' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5225417241098825418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5225417241098825418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/refugio.html' title='Refugio'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_eK64Nm2I/AAAAAAAAAgo/nIHBcMOHQ8Y/s72-c/Refugio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-6265231843897286639</id><published>2010-04-21T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:19:58.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Te Vas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_cHTRav8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lLpYWjkEXTw/s1600/Te+Vas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_cHTRav8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lLpYWjkEXTw/s320/Te+Vas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462826891014225858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te vas, rompiendo el lazo frágil&lt;br /&gt;Que se derrame en los cristales de mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Y no puedo detenerte, no puedo&lt;br /&gt;Calmar las orillas donde se desbordan tus mares…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vas, y mi mirada triste&lt;br /&gt;Te suplica en el silencio tu regreso&lt;br /&gt;Sin que te des cuenta, lloro, y de llorar&lt;br /&gt;Se marchita en mis labios el beso&lt;br /&gt;Que de nuevo se queda como suspiro en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Y tu nombre… con mi lágrima se va…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vas y no vuelves&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo abrazando el viento, acariciando&lt;br /&gt;La fragancia de tu piel blanca&lt;br /&gt;Besando los sueños que deja tu partida&lt;br /&gt;En el baúl de los recuerdos sin retornos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vas, y tomo tu brazo,&lt;br /&gt;Suplicando que la caricia diga lo que mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;Por miedo al rechazo callan, y en su olvido&lt;br /&gt;Te enteres de este sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Tatuado en cada mirada, que por cobarde no sostengo&lt;br /&gt;Que por miedo, se quedan en el alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vas, sola, como viento, como agua&lt;br /&gt;A la estación de mis ganas,&lt;br /&gt;Y tomas el tren a las once en punto&lt;br /&gt;Mientras observo mi boleto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Una hora más tarde… partiré yo…-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-6265231843897286639?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6265231843897286639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=6265231843897286639' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6265231843897286639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6265231843897286639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-vas.html' title='Te Vas'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_cHTRav8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/lLpYWjkEXTw/s72-c/Te+Vas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3122280574015916359</id><published>2010-04-21T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:16:25.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Amanecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_Yuou0dEI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7SArpq5yL5Q/s1600/Amanecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_Yuou0dEI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7SArpq5yL5Q/s320/Amanecer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462823168743076930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanece sobre mis ojos de hierba&lt;br /&gt;Ese sol de tu mirada que arde en mis huesos,&lt;br /&gt;Y el viento acaricia tus manos frías&lt;br /&gt;Mientras te abrazo y me pierdo en tu fragancia&lt;br /&gt;De auroras y fragmentos de estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche parece llegar a su final&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelvo a mi cama para volver a dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Para soñar con tu sonrisa que alivia mi verso,&lt;br /&gt;Cobijarme entre tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y ser lo que hace tanto, ya tanto perdí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanece y olvido el sendero del pasado,&lt;br /&gt;Y con tu ternura pintada de inocencia&lt;br /&gt;Vas escribiendo con tus manos mi camino&lt;br /&gt;Mientras beso tus cabellos como sabanas&lt;br /&gt;Y dejo escapar el silencio, para quererte&lt;br /&gt;Con el corazón impreso en el alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se escucha el trino del árbol y  su verde,&lt;br /&gt;Y el verde de la montaña me recuerda a ti&lt;br /&gt;Mientras mis orillas huelen a arena… a mar,&lt;br /&gt;Y apareces tú vestida de esmeraldas&lt;br /&gt;Y siento sobre mis mejillas dos lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que son el rocío que deja la alborada&lt;br /&gt;De un dulce despertar con tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Y tú nombre en la profundidad de mis entrañas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor no te vayas, no te vayas,&lt;br /&gt;No dejes mi aliento esfumarse en la ventana&lt;br /&gt;Viendo la esperanza de un nuevo sol,&lt;br /&gt;No permitas que la noche regrese&lt;br /&gt;Y déjame acostarme en tu vientre de amapolas&lt;br /&gt;Y ser solo yo… quien te quiera&lt;br /&gt;Hoy... mañana… siempre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que amanece,&lt;br /&gt;Por el solo motivo de que estas tú, aquí…&lt;br /&gt;conmigo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3122280574015916359?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3122280574015916359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3122280574015916359' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3122280574015916359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3122280574015916359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/amanecer.html' title='Amanecer'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_Yuou0dEI/AAAAAAAAAgY/7SArpq5yL5Q/s72-c/Amanecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4578820980471960235</id><published>2010-04-21T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:59:15.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Profecía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_XX-4c6WI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Z8P2lD2KpOk/s1600/Profec%C3%ADa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_XX-4c6WI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Z8P2lD2KpOk/s320/Profec%C3%ADa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462821680040438114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De nuevo la profecía se cumple&lt;br /&gt;Como huellas de huracanes&lt;br /&gt;El viento destruye mis defensas&lt;br /&gt;Y mis ríos se desbordan&lt;br /&gt;Y mis heridas se vuelven lágrimas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El rocío de nuevo se queda en la hoja&lt;br /&gt;Etérea brisa que va y viene&lt;br /&gt;Como alquimia del fuego que arde&lt;br /&gt;Sobre mi piel mojada,&lt;br /&gt;Alojando tu fragancia en el vientre&lt;br /&gt;De mi sueños de lluvia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y otra vez amo, siento, respiro&lt;br /&gt;A través de las esmeraldas&lt;br /&gt;Con que si dibujan tus mares&lt;br /&gt;Y escribo de tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;De tu piel de azahares,&lt;br /&gt;De las estelas que albergan tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino por el sendero&lt;br /&gt;Que traza el péndulo de mi suerte&lt;br /&gt;Sobre la caricia de tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;En mi mano curtida por el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Y como eco milenario&lt;br /&gt;Mi sueño… y tu sueño…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La profecía se ha cumplido&lt;br /&gt;Y las manecillas de mis relojes&lt;br /&gt;Marcan 30 de febrero&lt;br /&gt;Como última día del calendario,&lt;br /&gt;Mientras de nuevo… lloran los recuerdos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4578820980471960235?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4578820980471960235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4578820980471960235' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4578820980471960235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4578820980471960235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/profecia.html' title='Profecía'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_XX-4c6WI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Z8P2lD2KpOk/s72-c/Profec%C3%ADa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-456798777916219884</id><published>2010-04-21T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:55:26.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Me Soñé A Tu Lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_WhTShwjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/s-uzOaF2ojA/s1600/Me+So%C3%B1%C3%A9+A+Tu+Lado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_WhTShwjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/s-uzOaF2ojA/s320/Me+So%C3%B1%C3%A9+A+Tu+Lado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462820740625711666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me soñé a tu lado, junto a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Y en una sonrisa mi verso&lt;br /&gt;Se hizo agua que acariciaba mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Y la distancia no existía&lt;br /&gt;Y el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Mutilo las aristas de la ausencia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me soñé a tu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de tus redes&lt;br /&gt;Tocando la canción de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Bebiendo de tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;El dulce veneno que destila tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Y el roce del viento&lt;br /&gt;Que guiaba tu aroma hasta mi cama…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me soñé a tu lado, y desperté&lt;br /&gt;Con tu nombre clavado en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Y una lágrima resbalando en tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Que como un suspiro se evaporo&lt;br /&gt;En las cenizas austeras de mi sueño,&lt;br /&gt;En la espera de un verso&lt;br /&gt;Que jamás llegue a escribir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me soñé a tu lado, en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y al despertar&lt;br /&gt;(Lo siento amor)… lloré…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-456798777916219884?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/456798777916219884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=456798777916219884' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/456798777916219884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/456798777916219884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-sone-tu-lado.html' title='Me Soñé A Tu Lado'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_WhTShwjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/s-uzOaF2ojA/s72-c/Me+So%C3%B1%C3%A9+A+Tu+Lado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8532801788912093906</id><published>2010-04-21T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:46:13.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amistad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Y Tu Que Me Preguntas (Para Mi Amiga Leticia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_UOGE6TkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/i4EvYTrM-kY/s1600/Y+Tu+Que+Me+Preguntas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_UOGE6TkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/i4EvYTrM-kY/s320/Y+Tu+Que+Me+Preguntas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462818211638169154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tu que me preguntas si el árbol&lt;br /&gt;No es parte de mi verso&lt;br /&gt;Si bajo una alfombra de azahares y rocíos&lt;br /&gt;No se derrama mi tinta sobre el papel&lt;br /&gt;Y si el viento acaso no me agita&lt;br /&gt;La inspiración de un poema…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si solo la nostalgia, el amor y aquellos ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que guían los senderos de mi suerte&lt;br /&gt;Llenan mi tintero de rosas y trinos&lt;br /&gt;De perfumes de mar&lt;br /&gt;De arenas y arcillas&lt;br /&gt;De todo… y de nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mi querida amiga, princesa de cuento&lt;br /&gt;Me preguntas donde se aprisiona el caudal&lt;br /&gt;Donde asiste mi canto…&lt;br /&gt;Si los horizontes pintados de amanecer&lt;br /&gt;O los crepúsculos de un atardecer&lt;br /&gt;No danzan como musas sobre mis ojos de poeta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te respondo&lt;br /&gt;Con la algarabía de la lluvia en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Con un verso vestido de auroras&lt;br /&gt;Y la savia del tallo de un árbol&lt;br /&gt;En la punta de mi pluma…&lt;br /&gt;Para forrar de arco-iris tu alma&lt;br /&gt;Y sembrar en tus ojos la semilla de mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Y mi poesía…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tú que me preguntas&lt;br /&gt;Te respondo esta tarde de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;-Sí-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8532801788912093906?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8532801788912093906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8532801788912093906' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8532801788912093906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8532801788912093906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/y-tu-que-me-preguntas-para-mi-amiga.html' title='Y Tu Que Me Preguntas (Para Mi Amiga Leticia)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_UOGE6TkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/i4EvYTrM-kY/s72-c/Y+Tu+Que+Me+Preguntas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8009133907368032826</id><published>2010-04-21T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:40:54.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Silencios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_TMCvH64I/AAAAAAAAAf4/0HiuJC8r7Yc/s1600/Silencios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_TMCvH64I/AAAAAAAAAf4/0HiuJC8r7Yc/s320/Silencios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462817076870114178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te miro,&lt;br /&gt;Y llegan a mí como ráfagas de viento&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos de un ayer&lt;br /&gt;Y son los mismos sueños&lt;br /&gt;Con tu mirada puesta en mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;Y mis ojos escondidos debajo de tu mejilla&lt;br /&gt;Para volar en esos cielos donde nadie escucha,&lt;br /&gt;Dónde solo somos tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;Y el eterno vuelo de mi sentimiento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si entiendas mi mirada triste&lt;br /&gt;Ni mi voz ausente cuando callo,&lt;br /&gt;Si acaso comprendas cuando me alejo&lt;br /&gt;Y prefiero oír lo que no habla,&lt;br /&gt;Ser solo espectador de tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Y esfumarme de tus prisiones&lt;br /&gt;Hacia el sotavento de mi alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si no te digo nada, y si mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Se destruye con tantas palabras,&lt;br /&gt;Es porque sé que como el otoño&lt;br /&gt;Se deshojaría mi última esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Y en la amargura de mi verso&lt;br /&gt;Solo quedaría el vacío y la nada&lt;br /&gt;De tu partida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Silencios-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8009133907368032826?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8009133907368032826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8009133907368032826' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8009133907368032826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8009133907368032826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/silencios.html' title='Silencios'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_TMCvH64I/AAAAAAAAAf4/0HiuJC8r7Yc/s72-c/Silencios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4784440934656880386</id><published>2010-04-21T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:37:23.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Si Tu Supieras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_SUn4BWyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JWM7J7sTooE/s1600/Si+Tu+Supieras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_SUn4BWyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JWM7J7sTooE/s320/Si+Tu+Supieras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462816124766870306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si tú supieras mujer de agua&lt;br /&gt;El rubor de mis ojos cada vez que te ven,&lt;br /&gt;La brisa que recorre mi olfato&lt;br /&gt;Hasta embriagarme de tu fragancia&lt;br /&gt;Y arrodillarme como prisionero ante ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú supieras,&lt;br /&gt;Si tan solo supieras el verso que me quema&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus pupilas de mar me ven…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú supieras como el sueño&lt;br /&gt;Te busca en la oscuridad de mi cama&lt;br /&gt;Y los silencios te nombran&lt;br /&gt;Y mi palabra te envuelve&lt;br /&gt;Rozando tus labios y acariciando tu espalda,&lt;br /&gt;Trazando con figuras de cielo&lt;br /&gt;La esencia de tu piel inmaculada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú supieras  el deseo de mi boca,&lt;br /&gt;Las heridas de mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que me acerco a ti y te abrazo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la locura ciega mi razón&lt;br /&gt;Y me convierto en todo para ser nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú supieras mi niña de esmeraldas&lt;br /&gt;Los celos que se apuñalan en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te pienso ajena&lt;br /&gt;Y el grito se contiene en las paredes&lt;br /&gt;Destrozando los débiles fragmentos de mi memoria…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú supieras cuanto te amo&lt;br /&gt;Como me gusta tu sonrisa, tu boca,&lt;br /&gt;Tus dudas, tus misterios, tus aciertos,&lt;br /&gt;Tus errores, tus virtudes y defectos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú supieras cuantas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Se derraman en tu piel ahora, en este segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Mientras desde la distancia te nombro&lt;br /&gt;Con mi voz desquebrajada&lt;br /&gt;Y mis oídos rotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú supieras…&lt;br /&gt;Si tan solo supieras…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4784440934656880386?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4784440934656880386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4784440934656880386' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4784440934656880386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4784440934656880386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/si-tu-supieras.html' title='Si Tu Supieras'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_SUn4BWyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/JWM7J7sTooE/s72-c/Si+Tu+Supieras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-951943693633185637</id><published>2010-04-21T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:25:07.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Desde La Lejanía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_PbnJ_9oI/AAAAAAAAAfo/kTSiO2F_KXQ/s1600/Desde+La+Lejan%C3%ADa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_PbnJ_9oI/AAAAAAAAAfo/kTSiO2F_KXQ/s320/Desde+La+Lejan%C3%ADa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462812946298041986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde la lejanía que escribo en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Te recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;(Rueda una lágrima)&lt;br /&gt;Te siento a mi lado escuchando tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Que se conjuga en mi llanto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo desde esta nostalgia que me habita&lt;br /&gt;Tratando de mutilar la distancia de los sueños&lt;br /&gt;Donde siempre estás, ahí&lt;br /&gt;Con tus ojos de hierba envuelta en mi deseo,&lt;br /&gt;En mis ganas de verte&lt;br /&gt;Y contemplar tu belleza de ángel&lt;br /&gt;Inmensa como el mar que compartimos&lt;br /&gt;Y a la vez nos separa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llamo desde las aristas de mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Donde se posan como olas&lt;br /&gt;Las letras de tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Y descubro que no es tanta la distancia que nos divide&lt;br /&gt;Porque te siento aquí,&lt;br /&gt;En las entrañas de mi verso&lt;br /&gt;Y de la nada me encuentro abrazando tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;Sintiendo tu piel… besando tus manos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo desde esta distancia&lt;br /&gt;Bajo las farolas de mi asiento&lt;br /&gt;Con un blues sonando en mis audífonos&lt;br /&gt;Y tu cara en una foto que llevo impresa&lt;br /&gt;En el rodar de mi lágrima…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-951943693633185637?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/951943693633185637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=951943693633185637' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/951943693633185637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/951943693633185637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/desde-la-lejania.html' title='Desde La Lejanía'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_PbnJ_9oI/AAAAAAAAAfo/kTSiO2F_KXQ/s72-c/Desde+La+Lejan%C3%ADa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-2853852048413627811</id><published>2010-04-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:19:48.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Te Imagino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_OMu9YFfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/mEx4sPO22FU/s1600/Te+Imagino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_OMu9YFfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/mEx4sPO22FU/s320/Te+Imagino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462811591182915058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te imagino, con tu perfume de rosas&lt;br /&gt;Sonriendo a la luna,&lt;br /&gt;Dibujando con tu esencia&lt;br /&gt;La más sublime de las imágenes&lt;br /&gt;Y tus ojos pintados de luciérnagas&lt;br /&gt;Saliendo al viento de esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;Tan tibia, tan mágica, tan ausente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te imagino allá… y aquí, a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Como si yo te llevará de la mano&lt;br /&gt;Por el sendero que trazan tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Y abrazarte, mientras la música&lt;br /&gt;Hace sonar las trompetas del baile,&lt;br /&gt;Y mirarte a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y porque no&lt;br /&gt;Sonreír con los gritos lejanos&lt;br /&gt;Que la muchedumbre mece en mí oído,&lt;br /&gt;Distante… y tan cercano…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te imagino, y mis sentidos se abren como flor,&lt;br /&gt;Y en tu cintura, cerca de tu piel blanca&lt;br /&gt;Se traza el mapa de mis caricias&lt;br /&gt;Y en el lunar de tu mejilla el punto cardinal&lt;br /&gt;Donde se posa el deseo de mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Que te toman sin que te des cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Mientras la brisa rosa tu cara&lt;br /&gt;Y una lágrima se escapa&lt;br /&gt;Como suspiro de mis pupilas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te imagino tan bella, tu pelo suelto,&lt;br /&gt;Tu sonrisa, tu aroma envolviendo&lt;br /&gt;La lejanía de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Y de repente,&lt;br /&gt;Estoy ahí contigo, estamos los dos&lt;br /&gt;Y el alma se acongoja&lt;br /&gt;Y te beso… y te siento aquí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te imagino y despierto de mi ensueño&lt;br /&gt;Mientras contemplo el silencio&lt;br /&gt;De mi cuerpo inerte en el vacío&lt;br /&gt;Con el corazón palpitando&lt;br /&gt;En carne viva&lt;br /&gt;Diluyéndose entre tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Como arena… como lágrima…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te imagino… y en segundos&lt;br /&gt;Solo queda la nada…                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-2853852048413627811?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2853852048413627811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=2853852048413627811' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2853852048413627811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2853852048413627811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-imagino.html' title='Te Imagino'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_OMu9YFfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/mEx4sPO22FU/s72-c/Te+Imagino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1193543326842684775</id><published>2010-04-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:14:57.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Incertidumbre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_MPMD-R1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/CzBLpPf1fLU/s1600/Incertidumbre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_MPMD-R1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/CzBLpPf1fLU/s320/Incertidumbre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462809434331694930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé lo que pienses ahora&lt;br /&gt;Ni lo que pase por tu alma&lt;br /&gt;Al haber leído un verso mío&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy que estoy lejos&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera soñar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque te extraño y sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Me pierdo en el sendero&lt;br /&gt;Que es la incertidumbre de un camino&lt;br /&gt;Sin destino… sin puerto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esta noche de lunas&lt;br /&gt;En la distancia de nuestros cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;Te pienso, te imagino&lt;br /&gt;Mientras beso tus ojos de mar,&lt;br /&gt;Sí, ese mar que lejano&lt;br /&gt;Baña mis sueños de esmeraldas&lt;br /&gt;Y moja mi piel de esencia de azahares&lt;br /&gt;Tan cercano a ti… tan distante…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé lo que pienses ahora&lt;br /&gt;Si lloras, si sonríes&lt;br /&gt;O solo ha pasado por tu pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;Como una ráfaga de viento sin retorno&lt;br /&gt;Todo el amor que por ti siento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día vuelve a terminar&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque solo han pasado unos días,&lt;br /&gt;Ya ansío la respuesta&lt;br /&gt;Y quizás mi regreso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1193543326842684775?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1193543326842684775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1193543326842684775' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1193543326842684775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1193543326842684775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/incertidumbre.html' title='Incertidumbre'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_MPMD-R1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/CzBLpPf1fLU/s72-c/Incertidumbre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-6542845528545221513</id><published>2010-04-21T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:08:22.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Te Pienso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_LfAG0BhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/COjMWm_zD-Y/s1600/Te+Pienso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_LfAG0BhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/COjMWm_zD-Y/s320/Te+Pienso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462808606488659474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te pienso como siempre&lt;br /&gt;En el centro de mis latidos&lt;br /&gt;Donde la razón se vuelve locura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pienso bella&lt;br /&gt;Con tu pelo suelto y ojos de luna,&lt;br /&gt;Deshojando sueños en tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Sembrando crisálidas&lt;br /&gt;En tus pupilas de estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pienso mía, solo mía,&lt;br /&gt;Aferrada a mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Y en mis labios de escarchas&lt;br /&gt;Bebiendo de mis ojos y tus ojos el amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pienso así, sin retrasos ni horas,&lt;br /&gt;Solo con el alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pienso en mi habitación&lt;br /&gt;Vestido de soledades y añoranzas&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que quizás estés con él,&lt;br /&gt;Y te pienso suya&lt;br /&gt;Mientras el corazón se desangra&lt;br /&gt;Y los crepúsculos sin tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Pasan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pienso amor, te pienso,&lt;br /&gt;Y un verso nace&lt;br /&gt;En el vientre de mi eterna nostalgia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-6542845528545221513?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6542845528545221513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=6542845528545221513' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6542845528545221513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6542845528545221513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-pienso.html' title='Te Pienso'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_LfAG0BhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/COjMWm_zD-Y/s72-c/Te+Pienso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1790290053880864627</id><published>2010-04-21T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:04:51.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Fue Lo Mas Bello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_KrzUYauI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HvAcmLjIO6k/s1600/Fue+Lo+Mas+Bello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_KrzUYauI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HvAcmLjIO6k/s320/Fue+Lo+Mas+Bello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462807726882581218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fue bello mientras duro,&lt;br /&gt;Lo más cercano a la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;Que alguna vez en mis años tuve&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos, tu sonrisa, tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;La ilusión de volver a soñar&lt;br /&gt;Porque fue lo mas bonito&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora es tiempo de terminar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si después seguimos,&lt;br /&gt;Si acaso después de mi confesión&lt;br /&gt;Tú decides volver al mismo lugar&lt;br /&gt;No dudes que te estaré esperando&lt;br /&gt;Sí, en el mismo rincón de siempre&lt;br /&gt;En mi misma soledad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más si piensas alejarte&lt;br /&gt;Negarme la caricia que duele&lt;br /&gt;Expirar en un suspiro el beso que quema&lt;br /&gt;Yo guardaré el sentimiento en ese rincón&lt;br /&gt;Porque fue las más bello&lt;br /&gt;Y quedará grabado en mi recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;En esa alma que no deja de amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sea un hola o un adiós&lt;br /&gt;Fue lo más bello&lt;br /&gt;Y princesa, perdón por el atrevimiento&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo… no lo pienso olvidar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1790290053880864627?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1790290053880864627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1790290053880864627' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1790290053880864627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1790290053880864627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/fue-lo-mas-bello.html' title='Fue Lo Mas Bello'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_KrzUYauI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HvAcmLjIO6k/s72-c/Fue+Lo+Mas+Bello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1569161225004470787</id><published>2010-04-21T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:03:06.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Dime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_KNrSKShI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xMpzKAD69pU/s1600/Dime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_KNrSKShI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xMpzKAD69pU/s320/Dime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462807209329707538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que tal te trata él mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Dime si acaso llena los mares&lt;br /&gt;Dónde se juzga sin tiempo tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Dime si lo besas sin recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos, admite que lo amas&lt;br /&gt;Y derrumba de una vez mi ilusión…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime como te abraza&lt;br /&gt;Si te acaricia como te gusta&lt;br /&gt;-En el momento indicado-,&lt;br /&gt;Dime si habla de lo que tú sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Si acaso como yo&lt;br /&gt;Te ama con toda el alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que tal te trata él amor&lt;br /&gt;Como te va su mano en tu cintura,&lt;br /&gt;Dime si sus palabras te emocionan&lt;br /&gt;Si acaso te llena de locuras,&lt;br /&gt;Dime si sabe de tu canción&lt;br /&gt;Y si en sus ojos no me miras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime,&lt;br /&gt;Y qué tal te trata él…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero miénteme amor, miénteme&lt;br /&gt;Si es que estas mejor en tu mentira&lt;br /&gt;O si quizás en mi orgullo… me equivoqué…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1569161225004470787?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1569161225004470787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1569161225004470787' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1569161225004470787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1569161225004470787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/04/dime.html' title='Dime...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S8_KNrSKShI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xMpzKAD69pU/s72-c/Dime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-2944003849884737518</id><published>2010-03-08T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:44:12.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amistad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Tú... Mujer (Homenaje 8 De Marzo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S5WZWQDK5OI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MpVG0xYTl5M/s1600-h/T%C3%BA+Mujer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446427931918918882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S5WZWQDK5OI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MpVG0xYTl5M/s320/T%C3%BA+Mujer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tú fuente de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Mariposa frágil&lt;br /&gt;Torre de marfiles y greda,&lt;br /&gt;Valiente, tierna, amorosa,&lt;br /&gt;Manantial de sueños,&lt;br /&gt;Polvo y aire de estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú que lo das todo por el hijo&lt;br /&gt;El hermano, el padre, el hombre,&lt;br /&gt;Tú mi mejor poesía,&lt;br /&gt;Mi mejor verso,&lt;br /&gt;El centro de mis mares aprisionados,&lt;br /&gt;Mi pasión, mi delirio,&lt;br /&gt;El torrente y vaivén de mi vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú guía milenaria,&lt;br /&gt;Perdición, locura, sueño,&lt;br /&gt;Todo, siempre todo,&lt;br /&gt;Aire, viento,&lt;br /&gt;La suavidad de mil cielos,&lt;br /&gt;La fuerza de cien volcanes,&lt;br /&gt;El grito que se me escapa,&lt;br /&gt;Tú, belleza sublime de Dios,&lt;br /&gt;Caricia y beso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú código y memoria de lo divino,&lt;br /&gt;Sendero y luz de mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;Agua de mi voz marchita,&lt;br /&gt;Flor del jardín en que se mece el trino,&lt;br /&gt;Orfebre de la luz y la calma,&lt;br /&gt;Luz de luna, el mejor vino…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú madre, hija, esposa, amante,&lt;br /&gt;Hermana, confidente, viva imagen&lt;br /&gt;De que lo inexistente existe&lt;br /&gt;Y es aun más hermoso que el universo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú… Mujer,&lt;br /&gt;Para ti son estos versos…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-2944003849884737518?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2944003849884737518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=2944003849884737518' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2944003849884737518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2944003849884737518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/03/tu-mujer.html' title='Tú... Mujer (Homenaje 8 De Marzo)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S5WZWQDK5OI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MpVG0xYTl5M/s72-c/T%C3%BA+Mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4498251669180251097</id><published>2010-02-27T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:50:30.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amistad'/><title type='text'>La Noche Se Viste De Gala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m9oPsQKbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WPWUNQCTeRM/s1600-h/La+Noche+Se+Viste+De+Gala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m9oPsQKbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WPWUNQCTeRM/s320/La+Noche+Se+Viste+De+Gala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443090123758512562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las estrellas bailan la danza del amor,&lt;br /&gt;El mar se ha puesto del color de tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;El viento acaricia las paredes&lt;br /&gt;Y la algarabía se apodera del alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esta listo cariño mío,&lt;br /&gt;Las velas prendidas,&lt;br /&gt;Manzanero canta “somos novios”&lt;br /&gt;Y la noche cómplice&lt;br /&gt;Del más sublime de los silencios&lt;br /&gt;Nos abraza y desnuda&lt;br /&gt;Cual dos tallos abriendo sus pétalos,&lt;br /&gt;Bajo una alfombra de hierba&lt;br /&gt;Y añejos rocíos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece todo tan perfecto,&lt;br /&gt;Tú y yo,&lt;br /&gt;San Valentín flechando el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se detiene,&lt;br /&gt;Nuestros latidos se agitan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La caricia,&lt;br /&gt;El beso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que más da que estés con él&lt;br /&gt;Si te siento tan cerca amor&lt;br /&gt;Tan cerca…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche se viste de gala&lt;br /&gt;Y yo me visto de ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4498251669180251097?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4498251669180251097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4498251669180251097' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4498251669180251097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4498251669180251097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-noche-se-viste-de-gala.html' title='La Noche Se Viste De Gala'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m9oPsQKbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WPWUNQCTeRM/s72-c/La+Noche+Se+Viste+De+Gala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7887654626431776924</id><published>2010-02-27T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:48:50.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Me Duelen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m9QkWASjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EZiezQNzChc/s1600-h/Me+Duelen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m9QkWASjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EZiezQNzChc/s320/Me+Duelen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443089716985481778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duelen las voces mudas&lt;br /&gt;Que escucho en los silencios de mi conciencia&lt;br /&gt;Donde mis manos marchitas&lt;br /&gt;Intentan regar un verso aullando de dolor&lt;br /&gt;Y la impotencia de saberme culpable&lt;br /&gt;Hace llorar los arboles de mis bosques…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duelen los vacios que existen en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Cada una de las miradas sin vida&lt;br /&gt;Que matan mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Y perdido entre tanta y tanta escoria&lt;br /&gt;Descubro que no es el llanto&lt;br /&gt;Lo que huele a podrido,&lt;br /&gt;Si no mi alma  que juega a ser humano&lt;br /&gt;En un intento vano de ser más que nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duelen las heridas de mi gente&lt;br /&gt;Y el pueblo me crucifica&lt;br /&gt;En la cumbre de mi palabra triste,&lt;br /&gt;Luchando por la alquimia de la paz&lt;br /&gt;Con los hijos de Dios como embajadores&lt;br /&gt;Y nosotros como muestra del castigo&lt;br /&gt;Por herir y matar miradas,&lt;br /&gt;Por destruir la armonía de un mundo&lt;br /&gt;Dónde somos un huésped más…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duele hoy mi poesía&lt;br /&gt;Mis pasos torpes sobre la hierba&lt;br /&gt;Me duele el grito&lt;br /&gt;De dónde se desangran&lt;br /&gt;Las heridas profundas de la tierra….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7887654626431776924?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7887654626431776924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7887654626431776924' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7887654626431776924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7887654626431776924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-duelen.html' title='Me Duelen'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m9QkWASjI/AAAAAAAAAeY/EZiezQNzChc/s72-c/Me+Duelen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-574582680470702703</id><published>2010-02-27T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:46:47.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Busqué</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m8xyLKBXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aTcXc6OjwCI/s1600-h/Busqu%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m8xyLKBXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aTcXc6OjwCI/s320/Busqu%C3%A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443089188122133874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Busqué dentro de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;El rocío de la mañana,&lt;br /&gt;La niebla,&lt;br /&gt;Dos soles,&lt;br /&gt;Una luna,&lt;br /&gt;Y un par de rosas&lt;br /&gt;Para aliviar mis guerras,&lt;br /&gt;Mis demonios,&lt;br /&gt;La lucha del corazón,&lt;br /&gt;La tregua de un beso,&lt;br /&gt;La musa&lt;br /&gt;Y un poema de amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué silencios,&lt;br /&gt;Dudas,&lt;br /&gt;Respuesta, acertijos,&lt;br /&gt;La virtud,&lt;br /&gt;El defecto,&lt;br /&gt;El verdadero acierto&lt;br /&gt;Y el fatídico error…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;La caricia,&lt;br /&gt;La pasión de tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;El éxtasis de de rosarte,&lt;br /&gt;Sentirte mía,&lt;br /&gt;Amar por amor,&lt;br /&gt;Amor&lt;br /&gt;Sencillamente por amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué en tu alma&lt;br /&gt;La paz de un amanecer,&lt;br /&gt;La noche tibia,&lt;br /&gt;La nota de mi guitarra,&lt;br /&gt;La partitura de mi canto,&lt;br /&gt;Y el tono de mi voz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué en tu esencia&lt;br /&gt;La libertad de sentir&lt;br /&gt;Una prisión,&lt;br /&gt;Un verso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué en los mares,&lt;br /&gt;Cielos,&lt;br /&gt;Tierra,&lt;br /&gt;En los paraísos,&lt;br /&gt;En los infiernos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué, busque amor&lt;br /&gt;Y al final&lt;br /&gt;Te encontré a ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-574582680470702703?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/574582680470702703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=574582680470702703' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/574582680470702703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/574582680470702703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/busque.html' title='Busqué'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m8xyLKBXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aTcXc6OjwCI/s72-c/Busqu%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5376291510673062812</id><published>2010-02-27T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:39:04.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Viene El Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m63exb_9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/APGokezl1JM/s1600-h/Viene+El+Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m63exb_9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/APGokezl1JM/s320/Viene+El+Amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443087086969946066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene la noche,&lt;br /&gt;La voz que se apaga&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la lluvia deja de caer&lt;br /&gt;Y el rocío se vuelve esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Sobre mis ojos negros,&lt;br /&gt;Sobre mi alma transmutada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene el vacio, el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;La nostalgia de un verso,&lt;br /&gt;La lágrima de un poema&lt;br /&gt;Que dice todo&lt;br /&gt;Y a la vez no dice nada,&lt;br /&gt;Callada en los olvidos,&lt;br /&gt;Viajando en tus ojos verdes,&lt;br /&gt;En la hondada de un beso,&lt;br /&gt;En lo que es divino…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienen las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;La luna colgada de tu cuello,&lt;br /&gt;El recorrido de una estela&lt;br /&gt;Por los senos de tu piel blanca,&lt;br /&gt;El paisaje,&lt;br /&gt;El firmamento de tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;La oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;La luz,&lt;br /&gt;La incertidumbre del misterio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene ya el mar,&lt;br /&gt;La espuma, el vaivén de las olas,&lt;br /&gt;La brisa de la arena,&lt;br /&gt;Las arenas diluidas en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;La mañana,&lt;br /&gt;El dolor, las lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Las sonrisas,&lt;br /&gt;Los sueños…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienen los juicios sin sentencia,&lt;br /&gt;Las pérdidas sin derrotas,&lt;br /&gt;La inspiración sin musa,&lt;br /&gt;La cordura sin razón,&lt;br /&gt;La luz en plena oscuridad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene, sí, escucho sus pasos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene el amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5376291510673062812?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5376291510673062812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5376291510673062812' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5376291510673062812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5376291510673062812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/viene-el-amor.html' title='Viene El Amor'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m63exb_9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/APGokezl1JM/s72-c/Viene+El+Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-499346151434895697</id><published>2010-02-27T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:36:41.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Nunca Regresaste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m6M_bNu5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/jukFxMl5i28/s1600-h/Nunca+Regresaste.pjpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m6M_bNu5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/jukFxMl5i28/s320/Nunca+Regresaste.pjpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443086357000731538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca regresaste&lt;br /&gt;Sospeche que tal vez sucedería&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi fe es más grande que la razón,&lt;br /&gt;Y por un momento&lt;br /&gt;Yo era lo más importante,&lt;br /&gt;Y regresabas&lt;br /&gt;Y te quedabas conmigo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como siempre soñé,&lt;br /&gt;Cerré los ojos y solo tu aroma me guiaba&lt;br /&gt;Y tu mirada se me hizo vicio&lt;br /&gt;Mientras yo recorría los caminos&lt;br /&gt;De nuevas y mejores respuestas,&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca hubo pregunta&lt;br /&gt;Y las respuestas se diluyeron&lt;br /&gt;Con tu olvido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometiste que lo harías&lt;br /&gt;Y quise creerte,&lt;br /&gt;Pero sé que tienes abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Y si él te llama yo paso a segundo plano&lt;br /&gt;Un fusil de respaldo&lt;br /&gt;Tu amigo degradado a bufón,&lt;br /&gt;Siguiendo tus pasos,&lt;br /&gt;Bebiendo de tu manos de escarcha&lt;br /&gt;Mis lágrimas y el frio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca regresaste,&lt;br /&gt;Y si mañana vuelves&lt;br /&gt;Despiértame amor, despiértame,&lt;br /&gt;Pues yo seguiré soñando&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca has partido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-499346151434895697?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/499346151434895697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=499346151434895697' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/499346151434895697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/499346151434895697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/nunca-regresaste.html' title='Nunca Regresaste'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m6M_bNu5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/jukFxMl5i28/s72-c/Nunca+Regresaste.pjpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-309679919810533137</id><published>2010-02-27T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:30:48.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>El Lenguaje De Mi Mirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m4sTexnTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KPDivFeWjak/s1600-h/El+Lenguaje+De+Mi+Mirada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m4sTexnTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KPDivFeWjak/s320/El+Lenguaje+De+Mi+Mirada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443084695937064242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te veo… me ves…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera entender tus miradas&lt;br /&gt;A veces tan dulces&lt;br /&gt;Otras tantas tan ausentes,&lt;br /&gt;No tengas miedo&lt;br /&gt;Si es acaso miedo lo que tienes,&lt;br /&gt;Que el cruce de nuestros ojos&lt;br /&gt;Se derrumbe como roble,&lt;br /&gt;Porque quizás nuestros jardines&lt;br /&gt;Surjan de entre las cenizas&lt;br /&gt;Y las metáforas llenen el alma&lt;br /&gt;De amapolas floreciendo en el vientre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja sembrar en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Semillas de alboradas y eternos crepúsculos,&lt;br /&gt;Versos nuevos&lt;br /&gt;De la fuente que es tu pupila de esmeraldas,&lt;br /&gt;Renaciendo así en tu boca de sueños&lt;br /&gt;En tus senos de esperanza…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No confundas mis pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;Ni me enredes en tu iris de inmensa profundidad,&lt;br /&gt;No abras más las heridas,&lt;br /&gt;Que escucho el sentimiento de tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Que siento el viento templado&lt;br /&gt;De tus pestañas negras&lt;br /&gt;Llamando al verso que se me escapa&lt;br /&gt;En mis mares y tus cielos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sostén la lágrima que recorre mi mejilla,&lt;br /&gt;Veme a los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Y te enseñaré la voz que recorre como ave&lt;br /&gt;El eco de miles de sueños…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-El lenguaje de mi mirada-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-309679919810533137?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/309679919810533137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=309679919810533137' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/309679919810533137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/309679919810533137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-lenguaje-de-mi-mirada.html' title='El Lenguaje De Mi Mirada'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m4sTexnTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KPDivFeWjak/s72-c/El+Lenguaje+De+Mi+Mirada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1459796875876449284</id><published>2010-02-27T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:27:35.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>No Soy El Mejor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m31B5PwKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BahDUPq_cLA/s1600-h/No+Soy+El+Mejor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m31B5PwKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BahDUPq_cLA/s320/No+Soy+El+Mejor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443083746323447970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soy el mejor, lo sé,&lt;br /&gt;Mis defectos gobiernan sobre mis virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miles de tormentos,&lt;br /&gt;Fantasmas que dictan mi presente,&lt;br /&gt;Un trauma clavado en mi sien,&lt;br /&gt;Y la incertidumbre de ser… quizás nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida esta llena de errores,&lt;br /&gt;Los aciertos se diluyen como arenas,&lt;br /&gt;Tras el sendero que trazo mi camino…&lt;br /&gt;Y el silencio se transforma en duda&lt;br /&gt;Y la duda se hace poco a poco herida,&lt;br /&gt;Agonizando la razón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más nunca dudes que te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;Que eres agua de nuevos ríos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque entre tanta maleza&lt;br /&gt;Siempre hay flores  llenas de luceros,&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando hasta las más oscuras conciencias,&lt;br /&gt;Donde las estrellas parecen no brillar,&lt;br /&gt;Donde la niebla no deja ver más allá&lt;br /&gt;Del  mismo cuerpo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soy el mejor, lo sé,&lt;br /&gt;Quizás y encuentres en tu camino,&lt;br /&gt;Personas mejores, sin errores,&lt;br /&gt;Y en su vida solo exista la virtud…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez te ofrezcan mil cielos&lt;br /&gt;Y las estrellas del universo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque ni en eso soy el mejor,&lt;br /&gt;Pero jamás cariño mío,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarás en tus años,&lt;br /&gt;Quien te diga te amo, quien te ame,&lt;br /&gt;Igual que yo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1459796875876449284?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1459796875876449284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1459796875876449284' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1459796875876449284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1459796875876449284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-soy-el-mejor.html' title='No Soy El Mejor'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m31B5PwKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/BahDUPq_cLA/s72-c/No+Soy+El+Mejor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7418577289494699425</id><published>2010-02-27T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:18:00.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Espero (Sembradío De Estrellas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m1-UjousI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wWWIHXfOTg8/s1600-h/Sembrad%C3%ADo+De+Estrellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m1-UjousI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wWWIHXfOTg8/s320/Sembrad%C3%ADo+De+Estrellas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443081706928650946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero la noche&lt;br /&gt;Para acariciarte en ese lapso&lt;br /&gt;En que la alquimia del alma&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve presencia tu fragancia&lt;br /&gt;Y te miro vestida de lunas,&lt;br /&gt;Tan bella,&lt;br /&gt;Caminando sobre el sendero&lt;br /&gt;Donde una vez plantamos estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero volver a verte&lt;br /&gt;Para tocar los cielos,&lt;br /&gt;Correr mis manos sobre la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;Vestirme de viento&lt;br /&gt;Y bañar mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Con tus besos de rocío…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Para ver a través de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;La suavidad del alba,&lt;br /&gt;La textura de las auroras,&lt;br /&gt;Y el aleteo de tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;Llevando agua&lt;br /&gt;Por los canales inmaculados&lt;br /&gt;Donde pasa dulce el riego…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero tu palabra,&lt;br /&gt;Tu presencia,&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;Tus pasos,&lt;br /&gt;La locura de tus mañanas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero amor, te espero&lt;br /&gt;En el sembradío de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Ven, que la cosecha&lt;br /&gt;Solo se recoge con tu beso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7418577289494699425?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7418577289494699425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7418577289494699425' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7418577289494699425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7418577289494699425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/espero-sembradio-de-estrellas.html' title='Espero (Sembradío De Estrellas)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4m1-UjousI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wWWIHXfOTg8/s72-c/Sembrad%C3%ADo+De+Estrellas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8320529991319924620</id><published>2010-02-27T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:09:03.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>¿Dónde Es Qué Sueñas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mzcfOnyfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3rwsPNVqkCk/s1600-h/D%C3%B3nde+Es+Que+Sue%C3%B1as.pjpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mzcfOnyfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3rwsPNVqkCk/s320/D%C3%B3nde+Es+Que+Sue%C3%B1as.pjpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443078926654491122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dónde estarás mi princesa,&lt;br /&gt;Bailando en los cielos azules&lt;br /&gt;O pintando con tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas de tus cabellos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás estés donde el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Cabalga con la luna para traer la noche…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez en los albores del amanecer,&lt;br /&gt;Tan luminosa como las estelas,&lt;br /&gt;Tan bella como las esmeraldas,&lt;br /&gt;De tus ojos de cielo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te hallarás acaso en los senos de un verso&lt;br /&gt;O en la lágrima que se deshoja por tu ausencia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O será donde se lamenta la tinta del poeta&lt;br /&gt;Que duerme bajo mi almohada y versa,&lt;br /&gt;Sí… Ahí quizás te encuentres,&lt;br /&gt;En lo más profundo de todos los misterios…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde despliegas tus alas amor&lt;br /&gt;Para posarte fuera de mis cadenas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde es que sueñas cariño mío&lt;br /&gt;Si siempre habitas mis sueños…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8320529991319924620?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8320529991319924620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8320529991319924620' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8320529991319924620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8320529991319924620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/donde-es-que-suenas.html' title='¿Dónde Es Qué Sueñas?'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mzcfOnyfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3rwsPNVqkCk/s72-c/D%C3%B3nde+Es+Que+Sue%C3%B1as.pjpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-6341583987831699080</id><published>2010-02-27T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:05:21.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Surges Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4my68gmuCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aQRcp74x4yg/s1600-h/Surges+Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4my68gmuCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aQRcp74x4yg/s320/Surges+Amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443078350398994466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surges de entre la espesura&lt;br /&gt;De los recuerdos clavados&lt;br /&gt;En las frágiles sendas de mi memoria,&lt;br /&gt;Cual ave fénix de las cenizas&lt;br /&gt;Derribando mis defensas&lt;br /&gt;Envenenando mi sangre de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Y te pienso,&lt;br /&gt;Y te acaricio,&lt;br /&gt;Y te beso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te reinventas en cada canción,&lt;br /&gt;En cada partitura triste,&lt;br /&gt;Cual hoja de sauce&lt;br /&gt;Que se deshoja poco a poco en otoño,&lt;br /&gt;Como el eco de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Llamándote en el silencio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surges y vienes,&lt;br /&gt;Impregnada de esa fragancia&lt;br /&gt;Que hace mi corazón tuyo, solo tuyo,&lt;br /&gt;Quitas, arrebatas,&lt;br /&gt;Y después te vas,&lt;br /&gt;Dejándome la imitación absurda&lt;br /&gt;De los recuerdos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienes como ola,&lt;br /&gt;Como huracán arrasando mis jardines…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surges de mis pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;Del viento, de la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;Del sol, del invierno,&lt;br /&gt;Del vientre de la luna,&lt;br /&gt;Arrullada en azahares,&lt;br /&gt;Como quimera y ángel,&lt;br /&gt;Como todo y nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surges amor&lt;br /&gt;Como beso,&lt;br /&gt;Como caricia,&lt;br /&gt;Como mi juicio,&lt;br /&gt;Y mi condena…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-6341583987831699080?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6341583987831699080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=6341583987831699080' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6341583987831699080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6341583987831699080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/surges-amor.html' title='Surges Amor'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4my68gmuCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aQRcp74x4yg/s72-c/Surges+Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7309913328437188522</id><published>2010-02-27T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:02:17.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Tatuado De Nostalgias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mx-K9XgjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ua3yshpMrUs/s1600-h/Tatuado+De+Nostalgias.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mx-K9XgjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ua3yshpMrUs/s320/Tatuado+De+Nostalgias.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443077306305708594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Llevo en mi piel tatuada&lt;br /&gt;Huellas milenarias de nostalgia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto que los sauces&lt;br /&gt;Se han quedado sin hojas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los mares sin olas,&lt;br /&gt;Los cielos sin estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La  luna sin rosas blancas,&lt;br /&gt;Las flores sin pétalos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las auroras sin alba,&lt;br /&gt;Los acasos sin sol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El rocío sin lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;Las lagrimas sin versos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el poeta, aquel trovador,&lt;br /&gt;Sin tinta ni poema…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7309913328437188522?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7309913328437188522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7309913328437188522' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7309913328437188522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7309913328437188522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/tatuado-de-nostalgias.html' title='Tatuado De Nostalgias'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mx-K9XgjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ua3yshpMrUs/s72-c/Tatuado+De+Nostalgias.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5026592628157307081</id><published>2010-02-27T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:59:05.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mxm_BOFTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ctF5Dfa7F7o/s1600-h/Tarde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mxm_BOFTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ctF5Dfa7F7o/s320/Tarde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443076907963651378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarde&lt;br /&gt;Después de los albores&lt;br /&gt;Al finalizar la luz de la estrella&lt;br /&gt;Jugaba a ser héroe&lt;br /&gt;Cuando perdía por cobarde&lt;br /&gt;Y de llanto se vistió la mañana…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde&lt;br /&gt;En las aceras de un olvido,&lt;br /&gt;Junto al verso marchito&lt;br /&gt;En las paredes de una cárcel&lt;br /&gt;Donde prisionera&lt;br /&gt;Se deshoja el alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde&lt;br /&gt;Lejos de tu horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;Abrazado a los silencios,&lt;br /&gt;Las preguntas sin respuesta,&lt;br /&gt;A una cárcel de celos,&lt;br /&gt;De lágrimas olvidadas,&lt;br /&gt;De albores trasnochados&lt;br /&gt;Y nostalgias…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde&lt;br /&gt;Te invite a jugar con mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;A que fueras mentira y verdad&lt;br /&gt;Primavera e invierno,&lt;br /&gt;Poema y verso,&lt;br /&gt;Mi luna, mi anochecer,&lt;br /&gt;Mi ocaso y mi alba…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa sin horas ni minutos&lt;br /&gt;Sin saber si va o viene,&lt;br /&gt;Sin mirar heridas,&lt;br /&gt;Sin escuchar suplicas,&lt;br /&gt;Solo pasa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde&lt;br /&gt;Muy tarde amor&lt;br /&gt;Te dije que te amaba….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5026592628157307081?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5026592628157307081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5026592628157307081' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5026592628157307081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5026592628157307081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/tarde.html' title='Tarde'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mxm_BOFTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ctF5Dfa7F7o/s72-c/Tarde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5028545718611055382</id><published>2010-02-27T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:57:05.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Olvido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mxJmO4MOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bO2zGdk4XLg/s1600-h/Olvido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mxJmO4MOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bO2zGdk4XLg/s320/Olvido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443076403093844194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cómo regar las flores de mi jardín&lt;br /&gt;Si de tus labios no me das agua,&lt;br /&gt;Si de tus senos de fresnillo&lt;br /&gt;No emanan los aromas de un verso&lt;br /&gt;Ni aquella dulce fragancia&lt;br /&gt;Donde jugábamos a hacer idilios&lt;br /&gt;Y con tus manos guiabas mi canción…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo buscarle los silencios&lt;br /&gt;A lo que fue todo, y nada,&lt;br /&gt;A lo que nunca tuvo voz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo olvidar que te llevo tatuada&lt;br /&gt;En las heridas que dejo tu rosa,&lt;br /&gt;En la sangre de mi canto,&lt;br /&gt;En cada paso donde el verbo apuñala&lt;br /&gt;Y el sentimiento le gana a la razón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde encontrar las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Si los ríos de tus pupilas&lt;br /&gt;Estuvieron secos de indiferencia&lt;br /&gt;De tanto desamor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde buscar lo que no encontré,&lt;br /&gt;Los sueños, las ilusiones,&lt;br /&gt;El paraíso en que abrigamos al frio&lt;br /&gt;Y derretíamos los polos&lt;br /&gt;Con tan solo el susurro de nuestra pasión…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde dejo la memoria y el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;De las playas de tu boca,&lt;br /&gt;De las estrellas de tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;De las lunas de tu cabello,&lt;br /&gt;De los jirones de tu mano,&lt;br /&gt;Del poema,&lt;br /&gt;Que en tus ojos negros,&lt;br /&gt;Un día de abril junto al otoño,&lt;br /&gt;El viento deshojó&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5028545718611055382?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5028545718611055382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5028545718611055382' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5028545718611055382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5028545718611055382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/02/olvido.html' title='Olvido'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S4mxJmO4MOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bO2zGdk4XLg/s72-c/Olvido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7534793391548623208</id><published>2010-01-25T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:16:47.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Poeta De Corazón (Alejandro Filio)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIiqlDqqPak&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIiqlDqqPak&amp;hl=&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7534793391548623208?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7534793391548623208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7534793391548623208' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7534793391548623208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7534793391548623208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Poeta De Corazón (Alejandro Filio)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8910091024388006892</id><published>2010-01-25T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:01:04.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amistad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>El Canto Del Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S152z7EyytI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MY-AfbHRT7U/s1600-h/El+Canto+Del+Poeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S152z7EyytI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MY-AfbHRT7U/s320/El+Canto+Del+Poeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430908835058600658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dicen los que saben,&lt;br /&gt;Los que cuentan y escriben leyendas&lt;br /&gt;Que el poeta es maravilla,&lt;br /&gt;Sensible en el alma&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de crear estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar esmeraldas en los ríos,&lt;br /&gt;Beber las metáforas con los dedos,&lt;br /&gt;Verter en el papel rosas que viven,&lt;br /&gt;Derrumbar murallas con la palabra,&lt;br /&gt;Sacar la luz de los misterios&lt;br /&gt;En fin, todo aquello&lt;br /&gt;De que es vientre el universo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuentan que al nacer&lt;br /&gt;Los arboles susurran cantos,&lt;br /&gt;La hierba se estremece,&lt;br /&gt;Las auroras se visten de gala,&lt;br /&gt;Los crepúsculos despiertan,&lt;br /&gt;Y del mar emergen nuevas montañas&lt;br /&gt;Nuevos mundos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-El mundo del poeta-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sus armas son papel y lápiz,&lt;br /&gt;No se cansan de luchar por lo que son,&lt;br /&gt;Tienen hambre de justicia&lt;br /&gt;Y su alma de finos robles&lt;br /&gt;Es curtida por el dolor de la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Y las cicatrices de la sangre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen, mis queridos maestros,&lt;br /&gt;Que de su ser ruge el lirismo&lt;br /&gt;Y al leer sus versos&lt;br /&gt;Verdad o mentira&lt;br /&gt;Yo escucho una melodía en mi interior,&lt;br /&gt;El sonoro rugido de un canto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-El canto del poeta-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8910091024388006892?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8910091024388006892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8910091024388006892' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8910091024388006892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8910091024388006892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/el-canto-del-poeta.html' title='El Canto Del Poeta'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S152z7EyytI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MY-AfbHRT7U/s72-c/El+Canto+Del+Poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3235380085952707503</id><published>2010-01-25T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:59:11.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Deja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15122k9sZI/AAAAAAAAAco/FYVVUMxzLV8/s1600-h/Deja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15122k9sZI/AAAAAAAAAco/FYVVUMxzLV8/s320/Deja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430907785879335314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa&lt;br /&gt;Y me vuelve frágil, etéreo,&lt;br /&gt;Llevando el compas de mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;Sobre la hierba milenaria&lt;br /&gt;Por donde se posan mis recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Ansiosos de nostalgias,&lt;br /&gt;Austeros de besos olvidados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en medio del caos,&lt;br /&gt;Del triste resplandor de mi fuego&lt;br /&gt;Pienso en tus manos,&lt;br /&gt;En tus ojos pintados de amaneceres,&lt;br /&gt;En tus fragancias de rosas frescas&lt;br /&gt;Y en los luceros que son esa par&lt;br /&gt;De iris cristalinas&lt;br /&gt;Posadas sobre tu verde pupila…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no me juzgues&lt;br /&gt;Antes de escuchar la confesión&lt;br /&gt;Que se cimbra en mi lengua…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja a mis palabras embelesar el agua&lt;br /&gt;Que fluye en tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;Deja a mis versos&lt;br /&gt;Refugiarse en el contorno de  tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Pronúncialos (suavemente)&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces déjame acariciarte el alma&lt;br /&gt;Sin siquiera tocarte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame ser tu respuesta&lt;br /&gt;Si acaso te quedan dudas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3235380085952707503?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3235380085952707503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3235380085952707503' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3235380085952707503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3235380085952707503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/deja.html' title='Deja'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15122k9sZI/AAAAAAAAAco/FYVVUMxzLV8/s72-c/Deja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3766693073368812517</id><published>2010-01-25T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:53:03.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Ya Te Extraño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S1504qaiEEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/l3irWn3kLVk/s1600-h/Ya+Te+Extra%C3%B1o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S1504qaiEEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/l3irWn3kLVk/s320/Ya+Te+Extra%C3%B1o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430906717462466626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya te extraño niña bonita&lt;br /&gt;Ya siento seco el jardín&lt;br /&gt;Que se rocío con tu perfume de auroras,&lt;br /&gt;Ya siento extinto el verso&lt;br /&gt;Que se escribe en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te empiezo a extrañar&lt;br /&gt;Más allá de los horizontes&lt;br /&gt;Que se dibujan en el contorno de tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;Ahí, donde las aristas de tu belleza&lt;br /&gt;Y tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Se hacen mi mundo, el todo,&lt;br /&gt;Mi universo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño donde las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Juegan a ser luceros en tus cabellos,&lt;br /&gt;Donde la luna se pinta de amapolas&lt;br /&gt;Y te deslizas ente mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Entre lo etéreo de mis sueños…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que… he vuelto a soñar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y extraño el sueño de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me miras,&lt;br /&gt;Y extraño resolver tus dudas&lt;br /&gt;Tu ingenuidad&lt;br /&gt;La soberbia de tu ternura…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Tu impaciencia, tu enojo&lt;br /&gt;Tu alegría&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta el silencio de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no hay más que hablar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya te extraño niña de ojos esmeralda&lt;br /&gt;… ahí…&lt;br /&gt;Donde el corazón se viste de ausencias&lt;br /&gt;Y el cielo se tiñe de nostalgias…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3766693073368812517?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3766693073368812517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3766693073368812517' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3766693073368812517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3766693073368812517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/ya-te-extrano.html' title='Ya Te Extraño'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S1504qaiEEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/l3irWn3kLVk/s72-c/Ya+Te+Extra%C3%B1o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1346953756190395702</id><published>2010-01-25T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:50:40.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amistad'/><title type='text'>Te Esperaré (Para Ti Ross, Con Todo Mi Cariño)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S150JJ25U7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/lMXS79_gtCE/s1600-h/Te+Esperar%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S150JJ25U7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/lMXS79_gtCE/s320/Te+Esperar%C3%A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430905901269210034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y te esperaré aquí, firme&lt;br /&gt;Para abrazar la luz que enanas&lt;br /&gt;Para mirar tus ojos de luna&lt;br /&gt;Volverme ciego&lt;br /&gt;Y guíes mis pasos torpes&lt;br /&gt;Hacia la paz que juntos buscamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, unamos nuestras soledades&lt;br /&gt;Hilvanemos tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Y volvamos alegrías nuestras angustias…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caeré, te lo prometo&lt;br /&gt;Levantaré mis manos al cielo&lt;br /&gt;Lucharé con mi palabra&lt;br /&gt;Grabada en el mar que agrandas&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, junto a mi pecho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caeré, porque he de esperarte&lt;br /&gt;Sí, te espero mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;Para hacer bosque nuestras lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Para embriagar los mares&lt;br /&gt;Renacer en nuestro universo&lt;br /&gt;En la boca de nuestros sueños,&lt;br /&gt;De nuestras almas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espero, donde el fuego&lt;br /&gt;Surge magistral de entre de las cenizas&lt;br /&gt;Y firme estaré en el centro&lt;br /&gt;De nuestras nostalgias,&lt;br /&gt;Abrazaremos la luz&lt;br /&gt;Y guiaremos nuestros deseos&lt;br /&gt;Hacia nuestra eternidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde la paz sea paz&lt;br /&gt;Y el sol, sea por siempre luz…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1346953756190395702?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1346953756190395702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1346953756190395702' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1346953756190395702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1346953756190395702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/te-esperare-para-ti-ross-con-todo-mi.html' title='Te Esperaré (Para Ti Ross, Con Todo Mi Cariño)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S150JJ25U7I/AAAAAAAAAcY/lMXS79_gtCE/s72-c/Te+Esperar%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7713649432774042081</id><published>2010-01-25T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:45:27.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Hace Tanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15zMgKoWLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SQZ6lK7OQ0w/s1600-h/Hace+Tanto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15zMgKoWLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SQZ6lK7OQ0w/s320/Hace+Tanto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430904859285543090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto que no lloraba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese llanto que no es de lagrimas,&lt;br /&gt;ese suspiro que no es de tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;esa mirada mía&lt;br /&gt;que hace tanto creí olvidada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veías tan bella,&lt;br /&gt;Hermosa, como el rocío&lt;br /&gt;que resbala por la hoja de otoño&lt;br /&gt;de verdad bonita&lt;br /&gt;como la primera rosa&lt;br /&gt;que nace del jardín&lt;br /&gt;de un corazón enamorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensé en escribirte unos versos&lt;br /&gt;entregártelos ahí,&lt;br /&gt;abrazarte,&lt;br /&gt;y envolverme en tu fragancia,&lt;br /&gt;en tu destilado de aromas&lt;br /&gt;pero preferí verte&lt;br /&gt;disfrutar tu luz&lt;br /&gt;saciar mis ojos de tu imagen&lt;br /&gt;mis oídos de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;y mis manos&lt;br /&gt;de la suavidad de tu piel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera tener esa inocencia&lt;br /&gt;del primer amor,&lt;br /&gt;Decirte lo que siento sin miedo&lt;br /&gt;sin temor a perderte&lt;br /&gt;por no ser correspondido&lt;br /&gt;miedo de enamorarme&lt;br /&gt;y ser echado al olvido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has venido a ser tú&lt;br /&gt;quien encienda de nuevo mis versos&lt;br /&gt;los que se apagaron con mi llanto&lt;br /&gt;y la despedida de un amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has venido a ser tú&lt;br /&gt;la musa de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;y por verte te estoy queriendo&lt;br /&gt;y por quererte...&lt;br /&gt;quizás me olvides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto&lt;br /&gt;que no lloraba en un poema&lt;br /&gt;de esa lágrima silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;de ese llanto,&lt;br /&gt;del que solo somos cómplices el papel&lt;br /&gt;y yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has venido a ser tú&lt;br /&gt;niña bonita&lt;br /&gt;la nueva luz de mis versos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7713649432774042081?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7713649432774042081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7713649432774042081' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7713649432774042081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7713649432774042081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/hace-tanto.html' title='Hace Tanto...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15zMgKoWLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SQZ6lK7OQ0w/s72-c/Hace+Tanto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3927552815179361523</id><published>2010-01-25T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:38:55.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Llamada A Tu Puerto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15xsJXFLdI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-PBt8PPSItY/s1600-h/Llamada+A+Tu+Puerto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15xsJXFLdI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-PBt8PPSItY/s320/Llamada+A+Tu+Puerto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430903203896307154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis latidos te piden&lt;br /&gt;Mi garganta herida de mascullar&lt;br /&gt;En las heridas de tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Se balancean sobre este verso triste&lt;br /&gt;Que busca tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Y ese aroma que se pierde&lt;br /&gt;Por la distancia y el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Por la fraguada batalla&lt;br /&gt;Que se libra entre el destino&lt;br /&gt;Y la vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto tiempo estaré aquí&lt;br /&gt;Sorbiendo el veneno de la cruel&lt;br /&gt;Y efímera espera…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantos sueños habrán de romperse&lt;br /&gt;En los muelles de la herida&lt;br /&gt;Y las batallas sin bando ni bandera&lt;br /&gt;Dónde se librarán&lt;br /&gt;Dejando las minutos muertos&lt;br /&gt;De andar sin sentido por los puertos&lt;br /&gt;En que borda la costa tu mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesito verte para romper el miedo&lt;br /&gt;Que existe en la comisura&lt;br /&gt;De la caricia que aun no te doy,&lt;br /&gt;De los bordes de mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Que susurran al viento&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas de tu fragancia,&lt;br /&gt;Mis ansias de tus embelesos ojos&lt;br /&gt;Abrigados en tus parpados&lt;br /&gt;De ocres y esmeraldas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis latidos te piden,&lt;br /&gt;Mis miedos y esperanzas&lt;br /&gt;Gritan tu nombre para sanar las heridas&lt;br /&gt;Que ha dejado la distancia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime princesa&lt;br /&gt;Cuando bajaras a mi muelle de ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;Para  llenar de tu hechizo&lt;br /&gt;Las locuras permutadas&lt;br /&gt;De este nuevo amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3927552815179361523?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3927552815179361523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3927552815179361523' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3927552815179361523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3927552815179361523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/llamada-tu-puerto.html' title='Llamada A Tu Puerto'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15xsJXFLdI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-PBt8PPSItY/s72-c/Llamada+A+Tu+Puerto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-2904950847776339328</id><published>2010-01-25T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:37:20.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Declaración De Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15xMNtQjyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_m6IcYxxDzE/s1600-h/Declaraci%C3%B3n+De+Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15xMNtQjyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_m6IcYxxDzE/s320/Declaraci%C3%B3n+De+Amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430902655307255586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puede parecer atrevimiento&lt;br /&gt;Pero es puro sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Desde cuando estoy buscando&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada en el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Te he buscado en un millón de auroras&lt;br /&gt;Y ninguna me enamora&lt;br /&gt;Y al final… Cuando te encuentro…&lt;br /&gt;- Alejandro Sanz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero verte, ya es hora&lt;br /&gt;Me dicta mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Ansioso de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Y mi tacto marchito&lt;br /&gt;Por la sequía y el frío&lt;br /&gt;Me exigen tu piel suave entre mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;Mientras mi olfato&lt;br /&gt;Grita en las entrañas por tu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Y mi alma austera&lt;br /&gt;Pide por  tu compañía…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, no puedo evitarlo&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño mucho&lt;br /&gt;Y duele extrañarte&lt;br /&gt;Porque no te tengo&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy que amanezco&lt;br /&gt;Entre nostalgias y auroras&lt;br /&gt;Pido desgarrar mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;En pro de tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Ansió decirte lo mucho&lt;br /&gt;Que ocupan tus ojos en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Y tu ser, ¡maldita sea!&lt;br /&gt;Emerge desde el tormento&lt;br /&gt;Que es ahora mi razón&lt;br /&gt;Y este hermoso sentimiento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo tanto miedo&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabes, contigo&lt;br /&gt;Me he sentido valiente&lt;br /&gt;Con ganas de volver a cabalgar&lt;br /&gt;Por el mar donde se hundieron&lt;br /&gt;A la deriva mis ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas de seguir&lt;br /&gt;Cargando el mundo con mis manos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí niña, quiero seguir&lt;br /&gt;Pero permíteme hacerlo a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Deja tomar de tu mano&lt;br /&gt;La luz de una nueva esperanza…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame la llave de tus puertas&lt;br /&gt;Y prometo,&lt;br /&gt;No dejar escapar ni un minuto&lt;br /&gt;Adorarte como nadie te ha adorado&lt;br /&gt;Amarte…&lt;br /&gt;Como nadie nunca… te ha amado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-2904950847776339328?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/2904950847776339328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=2904950847776339328' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2904950847776339328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/2904950847776339328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/puede-parecer-atrevimiento-pero-es-puro.html' title='Declaración De Amor'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15xMNtQjyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_m6IcYxxDzE/s72-c/Declaraci%C3%B3n+De+Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3295733969714884894</id><published>2010-01-25T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:34:52.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Una Noche Y Nada Más</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15wvFvHYpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cMKYf5LgcY4/s1600-h/Una+Noche+Y+Nada+M%C3%A1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15wvFvHYpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cMKYf5LgcY4/s320/Una+Noche+Y+Nada+M%C3%A1s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430902154951352978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una tarde nada más&lt;br /&gt;Fue una tarde de aventura&lt;br /&gt;De deseo comprado por una copa&lt;br /&gt;De besos sin amor&lt;br /&gt;De caricias sin cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue un error, ahora lo sé&lt;br /&gt;Una tarde de bohemia&lt;br /&gt;Música&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;El calor repentino&lt;br /&gt;La seducción como quimera&lt;br /&gt;Y el adiós lastimoso&lt;br /&gt;De no saber el porqué&lt;br /&gt;De no saber nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue una tarde&lt;br /&gt;Una noche…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora despierto&lt;br /&gt;Tú, desnuda en mi cama&lt;br /&gt;Nuestras ropas en el suelo&lt;br /&gt;Y un amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Que hoy al saludarte&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fue…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una noche… y nada mas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3295733969714884894?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3295733969714884894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3295733969714884894' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3295733969714884894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3295733969714884894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/una-tarde-nada-mas-fue-una-tarde-de.html' title='Una Noche Y Nada Más'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15wvFvHYpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cMKYf5LgcY4/s72-c/Una+Noche+Y+Nada+M%C3%A1s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5152004256407041395</id><published>2010-01-25T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:32:44.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Sabes Algo... (Sin Quererlo Tú, Sin Quererlo Yo II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15wMA3L1qI/AAAAAAAAAbw/57HgkM1VRDI/s1600-h/Sabes+Algo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15wMA3L1qI/AAAAAAAAAbw/57HgkM1VRDI/s320/Sabes+Algo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430901552347600546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de repente te pienso&lt;br /&gt;De la nada como ola en el mar&lt;br /&gt;Tu nombre se clava en mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Y lo pronuncio suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Con cariño,&lt;br /&gt;Con la ternura de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Que me da miedo soñar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabes algo?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me sonríes hay luz&lt;br /&gt;Sí, esa luz que crea ilusiones...&lt;br /&gt;Y en tus ojos color verde&lt;br /&gt;Encuentro la belleza&lt;br /&gt;Que hace tiempo había perdido&lt;br /&gt;Mientras el miedo se hace grande...&lt;br /&gt;(Ese pánico de enamorarme&lt;br /&gt;Sin quererlo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de verte con él me dan celos&lt;br /&gt;Quisiese desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Robar tu sonrisa para mí&lt;br /&gt;Y esa cara tan bonita que tienes&lt;br /&gt;Y el aroma de tu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Abrazarlos a mi cuerpo...&lt;br /&gt;Rozar tu piel blanca&lt;br /&gt;Como blanca es tu alma&lt;br /&gt;Como del alma&lt;br /&gt;Se escriben estos versos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y perdón si parezco torpe&lt;br /&gt;Perdón si mis instintos&lt;br /&gt;Lastiman tu pupila al leerme&lt;br /&gt;Pero... ¿sabes algo?&lt;br /&gt;Has pisado ya mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Y me da miedo&lt;br /&gt;Me da miedo un día&lt;br /&gt;Saber que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Sin quererlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5152004256407041395?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5152004256407041395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5152004256407041395' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5152004256407041395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5152004256407041395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/sabes-algo-sin-quererlo-tu-sin-quererlo.html' title='Sabes Algo... (Sin Quererlo Tú, Sin Quererlo Yo II)'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15wMA3L1qI/AAAAAAAAAbw/57HgkM1VRDI/s72-c/Sabes+Algo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1738931386628579442</id><published>2010-01-25T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:30:06.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Canto Nocturno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15vnL_jGII/AAAAAAAAAbo/Bq1TMzBTcsE/s1600-h/Canto+Nocturno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15vnL_jGII/AAAAAAAAAbo/Bq1TMzBTcsE/s320/Canto+Nocturno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900919680309378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Así de la nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando no estas niña bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se entristece el día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y mis ojos perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te buscan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tristes por la falta de tu aroma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Encarcelados en sus deseos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que buscan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El cielo de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me da miedo decirte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que eres mi pensamiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la fuerza que había perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para ver con ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El nacimiento del alba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las ganas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De sentir la luz del día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y entonces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Es cuando quiero acariciarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuidarte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonreír contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beber de un trago tu alegría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y fundirme en la esencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De tu piel blanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De tus manos tibias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que soñando ya bese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y así pasan los días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mientras más me acerco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Más te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque quizás se la distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O tal vez no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero cada día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cada minuto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que paso contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te extraño más... y más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1738931386628579442?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1738931386628579442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1738931386628579442' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1738931386628579442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1738931386628579442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/canto-nocturno.html' title='Canto Nocturno'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15vnL_jGII/AAAAAAAAAbo/Bq1TMzBTcsE/s72-c/Canto+Nocturno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-6641518783305476832</id><published>2010-01-25T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:27:53.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Cobijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15u6Lrk8LI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YxPygSqOa8E/s1600-h/Cobijo.pjpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15u6Lrk8LI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YxPygSqOa8E/s320/Cobijo.pjpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900146502430898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo miedo de volver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ser lo que era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin ser quien soy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No poder resistir el encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De tus ojos verdes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pronunciar tu nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin el permiso de mis labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y perder el rastro de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin haberlo recuperado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tener de nuevo lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin llanto en los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin poema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         ...Sin verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No lo quisiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero no puedo negar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            Lo que ya es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu sonrisa me envuelve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y no quiero ser de nuevo un títere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desechado en el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Con mis hilos entre tus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esperando decidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darme vida para sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No quiero ser el agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que pasa por el caudal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De tus pocas ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amar... querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que seas mi todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y a la vez mi nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amo sin amar lo que quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y sé que el día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En que ya no quiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te querré aun más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y es entonces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando bajo el cobijo de mi miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me pregunto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Cómo negarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          Lo que ya es?&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-6641518783305476832?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/6641518783305476832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=6641518783305476832' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6641518783305476832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/6641518783305476832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/cobijo.html' title='Cobijo'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15u6Lrk8LI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YxPygSqOa8E/s72-c/Cobijo.pjpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8383738428975336327</id><published>2010-01-25T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:21:38.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Sin Quererlo Tú, Sin Quererlo Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15tiR3BrzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kFj9mbaDDYU/s1600-h/Sin+Quererlo+T%C3%BA,+Sin+Quererlo+Yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15tiR3BrzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kFj9mbaDDYU/s320/Sin+Quererlo+T%C3%BA,+Sin+Quererlo+Yo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430898636332576562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veo el teclado, y las letras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Susurran los versos que no te escribo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por miedo a un día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No resistir el impulso de versarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y volverme esclavo de tus gestos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De tu sonrisa, de tu olor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ese perfume que se clava en mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin quererlo tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin quererlo yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo miedo que tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se vuelvan las celdas de mi mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y tu piel blanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se vuelvan las ganas de mi abrazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y el contacto sublime de una caricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se vuelva el calvario de mis manos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin quererlo tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin quererlo yo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te empiezo a querer un poco más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De lo que se quiere al prójimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y en el inconsciente de mi razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los celos me aturden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando regalas una sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y en tu ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abres tus brazos para un otro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que no sea yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo miedo mi bella amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De un día ser prisionero de tus ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y esclavo de mi boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me da miedo pensar que un día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pueda amarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin quererlo tú...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin quererlo yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8383738428975336327?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8383738428975336327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8383738428975336327' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8383738428975336327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8383738428975336327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/sin-quererlo-tu-sin-quererlo-yo.html' title='Sin Quererlo Tú, Sin Quererlo Yo'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15tiR3BrzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kFj9mbaDDYU/s72-c/Sin+Quererlo+T%C3%BA,+Sin+Quererlo+Yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-5379721463634720231</id><published>2010-01-25T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:25:32.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Ahí Me Olvidaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15rZwvRsqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JnJm9MaZ5AY/s1600-h/Ah%C3%AD+Me+Olvidaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15rZwvRsqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JnJm9MaZ5AY/s320/Ah%C3%AD+Me+Olvidaron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430896290979492514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No entiendo el porqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De su inverosímil partida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas aquellos amigos se fueron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esos que me dieron agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando más tenía sed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me dieron olvido en una copa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y se marcharon sin decir adiós…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahí donde mis fantasmas se pudren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En su propia bravura de ausencias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donde la vergüenza no se sonroja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y el vuelo se evapora bajo tierra…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahí me olvidaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donde las aguas que compartimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se llenaron de fríos que queman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De estirpes sin linajes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De languideces sin vuelta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mis amigos… (Pronuncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lágrimas sin cauce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huidas de cicatrices que sangran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuegos que hieren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ilusiones destrozadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahí me olvidaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquellos que me dieron vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jueces de juicios ganados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luceros de senderos oscuros…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahí me olvidaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y el porqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Al final, que importa ya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-5379721463634720231?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/5379721463634720231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=5379721463634720231' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5379721463634720231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/5379721463634720231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-entiendo-el-porque-de-su-inverosimil.html' title='Ahí Me Olvidaron'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15rZwvRsqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JnJm9MaZ5AY/s72-c/Ah%C3%AD+Me+Olvidaron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3420379170047634648</id><published>2010-01-25T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:09:57.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Mientras Pienso Un Poco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15pX-lVRtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/NpGP2OhjDU4/s1600-h/Mientras+Pienso+Un+Poco.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15pX-lVRtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/NpGP2OhjDU4/s320/Mientras+Pienso+Un+Poco.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430894061312886482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tantos amores se escurren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dentro de mis pupilas de poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y se escriben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y se hacen lo que para mi es verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se vuelven hojas tibias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lagrimas de soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ausencias que lastiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Susurros de dolor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mientras pienso un poco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si tan solo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-susurro a la nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para romper el silencio-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me hubieses entendido amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te cobijaría en mis brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ahora fríos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te arroparía entre mis caricias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mis ganas de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mis deseos de soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                              Vivir…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Más allá de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahora un halo de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brilla alredor de las grietas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que un día urdiste en mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Más no voy a mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque aun te extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aun mis ojos te ven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como la mujer de mis sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La niña inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que miro mis ojos un día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y se hizo dueña &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De mis pensamientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De mis defectos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y la virtud de lo que alguna vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para mi fue amar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mientras pienso un poco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No debo sufrir ya más por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y es que tengo miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De ser lo que fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un maldito engreído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que supuso saberlo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que sintió tenerlo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando en verdad nunca supo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni tuvo nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3420379170047634648?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3420379170047634648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3420379170047634648' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3420379170047634648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3420379170047634648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2010/01/mientras-pienso-un-poco.html' title='Mientras Pienso Un Poco'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/S15pX-lVRtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/NpGP2OhjDU4/s72-c/Mientras+Pienso+Un+Poco.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7179931262273335388</id><published>2009-09-17T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:46:45.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Lo Mio... Es Solo Soñar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMJZvsPtWI/AAAAAAAAAag/LnUuhq2pa0s/s1600-h/Lo+M%C3%ADo+Es+S%C3%B3lo+So%C3%B1ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMJZvsPtWI/AAAAAAAAAag/LnUuhq2pa0s/s320/Lo+M%C3%ADo+Es+S%C3%B3lo+So%C3%B1ar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382656317541299554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;.....................&lt;/span&gt;Y pienso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;...........................&lt;/span&gt;Y sueño&lt;br /&gt;(Ya sabes amor que soñar es lo mío)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelo en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tu pelo se mece&lt;br /&gt;Con el vaivén del sublime viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como los pétalos de las rosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;Del  tallo…  y se vuelven flor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ya sabes mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;--------------&lt;/span&gt;Soñar siempre ha sido lo mío)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arraigarme a la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;Contemplar la luna llena&lt;br /&gt;Para recordar la luz de tus ojos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y volverme parte del caudal&lt;br /&gt;Dónde habitan tus versos&lt;br /&gt;Y hacer poema tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Y hacer sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------ &lt;/span&gt;Mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ya sabes amor mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;Lo mío…. Es solo soñar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;Y sueño,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre contigo amor&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;S i e m p r e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Contigo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que lo mío (…Tú lo sabes amor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Es solo soñar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7179931262273335388?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7179931262273335388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7179931262273335388' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7179931262273335388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7179931262273335388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/lo-mio-es-solo-sonar.html' title='Lo Mio... Es Solo Soñar'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMJZvsPtWI/AAAAAAAAAag/LnUuhq2pa0s/s72-c/Lo+M%C3%ADo+Es+S%C3%B3lo+So%C3%B1ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4776167123304641867</id><published>2009-09-17T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:40:16.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Del Adiós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMI2CnmM9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/58JK5ajkqbQ/s1600-h/Del+Adi%C3%B3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMI2CnmM9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/58JK5ajkqbQ/s320/Del+Adi%C3%B3s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382655704146785234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adiós es crecer, escribió alguien,&lt;br /&gt;Que después de matar las ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;Nacen nuevas en el árbol&lt;br /&gt;De la esperanza, cantará José Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;Será que el único equivocado&lt;br /&gt;Soy yo…&lt;br /&gt;¿Será que soy el único hombre&lt;br /&gt;Que muere bajo el adiós&lt;br /&gt;De unos ojos que fueron faros,&lt;br /&gt;De una risa que fue el alimento&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy fecunda el hambre&lt;br /&gt;Y la tristeza en mi alma?…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora, quién le escribirá al dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estos versos que mueren&lt;br /&gt;Porque ella se ha ido&lt;br /&gt;Dime dónde es que hallan la palabra…&lt;br /&gt;Porque no se confunda resignación&lt;br /&gt;Con olvido,&lt;br /&gt;Porque no se confunda una despedida&lt;br /&gt;Con adiós…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiós es crecer, dice alguien,&lt;br /&gt;Que engaños ahorcan mis pupilas&lt;br /&gt;Y mis tímpanos destrozados&lt;br /&gt;Vuelven el destino una lluvia&lt;br /&gt;De nostalgias y falsos dichos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que adiós es crecer…&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez… quizás sea cierto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero que no se confunda resignación&lt;br /&gt;Con olvido&lt;br /&gt;Pero que no se confunda una despedida&lt;br /&gt;Con el adiós…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime tú, poeta sin nombre...&lt;br /&gt;Cómo decir adiós&lt;br /&gt;Sin nunca hubo despedida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos  Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4776167123304641867?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4776167123304641867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4776167123304641867' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4776167123304641867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4776167123304641867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/adios-es-crecer-escribio-alguien-que.html' title='Del Adiós'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMI2CnmM9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/58JK5ajkqbQ/s72-c/Del+Adi%C3%B3s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-9041171208140647534</id><published>2009-09-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:12:21.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre Tú, Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMHtZbP2eI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RyB-omjb5u4/s1600-h/Siempre+T%C3%BA+Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMHtZbP2eI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RyB-omjb5u4/s320/Siempre+T%C3%BA+Amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382654456138553826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre tú, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre tú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre esos ojos negros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que queman mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los mismos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los tuyos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los de ella…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca creí en los amores eternos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni en los eternos amores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas comprendo que de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre encontraré tu ternura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El alma blanca de tu piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y aquella luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que brillará eterna en tu mirada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre tú, amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre tu sonrisa de cristales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iluminando el horizonte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La belleza inmaculada de tu cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tan inmensa como los océanos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y tú esencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tú hermosa esencia….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;………………………………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He de encontrarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En otro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y quizás sea otro nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y tal vez otras manos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No lo sé…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero siempre tú amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… Mi cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y mi calvario…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-9041171208140647534?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/9041171208140647534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=9041171208140647534' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/9041171208140647534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/9041171208140647534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/siempre-tu-amor.html' title='Siempre Tú, Amor'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMHtZbP2eI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RyB-omjb5u4/s72-c/Siempre+T%C3%BA+Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-7209001521271117359</id><published>2009-09-17T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:57:18.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>A Veces Pienso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMDl7ys4DI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FkZZCIYnQ88/s1600-h/A+Veces+Pienso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMDl7ys4DI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FkZZCIYnQ88/s320/A+Veces+Pienso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382649929878265906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A veces pienso, mi querido amor&lt;br /&gt;(Solo, sentado en mi sofá)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;En tu belleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces busco a tientas&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos olvidados en el algún rincón&lt;br /&gt;-no los encuentro-&lt;br /&gt;Y busco&lt;br /&gt;Y observo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;Y recuerdo verte&lt;br /&gt;En algún lugar, a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Y me acerco&lt;br /&gt;Y te abrazo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;(Llorando tú olvido)&lt;br /&gt;Envuelto en los espejismos&lt;br /&gt;De mi alma que no deja de soñar&lt;br /&gt;Un día…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt; -Me quieras-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces pienso, mi querido amor&lt;br /&gt;Que no hay mujer más bella,&lt;br /&gt;Que entre miles de bocas&lt;br /&gt;Solo la tuya es dulce,&lt;br /&gt;Que solo tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Puede hacer eterno mi tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que a veces pienso amor&lt;br /&gt;Que aunque te encuentre&lt;br /&gt;Con otros amores por tu calle&lt;br /&gt;Y en tus ojos vea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt; El olvido de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;Yo… Siempre cariño mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S   I   E    M    P   R   E&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Te amaré…                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-7209001521271117359?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/7209001521271117359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=7209001521271117359' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7209001521271117359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/7209001521271117359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/veces-pienso.html' title='A Veces Pienso...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMDl7ys4DI/AAAAAAAAAaA/FkZZCIYnQ88/s72-c/A+Veces+Pienso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-8974599687248114273</id><published>2009-09-17T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:45:16.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>"Otra Como Tú"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMB-ZutxXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BbVMMmacyVk/s1600-h/Otra+Como+T%C3%BA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMB-ZutxXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BbVMMmacyVk/s320/Otra+Como+T%C3%BA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382648151208215922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos nunca olvidarán los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;Porque nadie los llena como tú,&lt;br /&gt;Solo tu cara bonita&lt;br /&gt;Tiene esa capacidad de mover mis relojes,&lt;br /&gt;De hacer arena mí tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Y diluirme en los sueños más tontos&lt;br /&gt;Y en las ilusiones mas bellas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca otros ojos más que los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;Harán mi verso poema&lt;br /&gt;Mi ser mediocre en poeta&lt;br /&gt;Y mi alma un caudal de mariposas&lt;br /&gt;Emergiendo de mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Sobre un papel de rocío&lt;br /&gt;Y de lágrimas silenciosas&lt;br /&gt;Con tu nombre clavado en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;En un orgasmo de inspiración&lt;br /&gt;Acariciando mis dedos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás “otra como tú”&lt;br /&gt;Inundará mis manantiales de besos&lt;br /&gt;Y rosas blancas en mis pupilas&lt;br /&gt;Ninguna otra fecundara el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Para llenarlo de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Y hacer los mares inmensos&lt;br /&gt;Y hacer el arco iris infinita&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el vaivén de tu cabello negro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca amor mío&lt;br /&gt;“Otra como tú”, estará aquí&lt;br /&gt;Cerquita de mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez se parezcan,&lt;br /&gt;Quizás y un verso embustero&lt;br /&gt;Sea la moneda para una noche de bohemia&lt;br /&gt;Con un espejismo de carne y hueso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero jamás cariño mío&lt;br /&gt;Nunca, escúchalo bien,&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt; “Otra Como Tú”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-8974599687248114273?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/8974599687248114273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=8974599687248114273' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8974599687248114273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/8974599687248114273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/otra-como-tu.html' title='&quot;Otra Como Tú&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMB-ZutxXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BbVMMmacyVk/s72-c/Otra+Como+T%C3%BA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-1032332010285566475</id><published>2009-09-17T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:40:32.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Tus Ojos No Mienten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMA5fEML3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Fyic7NAQnVU/s1600-h/Tus+Ojos+No+Mienten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMA5fEML3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Fyic7NAQnVU/s320/Tus+Ojos+No+Mienten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382646967229493106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muchas veces amor mío&lt;br /&gt;Te dije que tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Son el libro donde se leen las historias&lt;br /&gt;De tu alma cristalina y blanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás y peque de iluso&lt;br /&gt;Pero no sabes mentir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres tan transparente niña&lt;br /&gt;Tan ingenua y a la vez tan engañosa&lt;br /&gt;Una ninfa con alas de quimera&lt;br /&gt;Volando en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Posando para el deleite&lt;br /&gt;De los pasajeros que se topan&lt;br /&gt;En tus manos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora, te lo vuelvo a decir&lt;br /&gt;No juegues a ser Afrodita&lt;br /&gt;Que como Venus de Milo&lt;br /&gt;Pueden romper tus brazos de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Y lastimar tu pureza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mutiles los caminos&lt;br /&gt;Y el amor sincero que ahora tienes&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Con cuidado amor, con cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Que volando en la primavera&lt;br /&gt;Puedes caer sobre el otoño&lt;br /&gt;De tus hojas permutadas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos no me mienten&lt;br /&gt;En el iris llevas tus mentiras…&lt;br /&gt;Tus verdades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos amor&lt;br /&gt;No juegues a ser rosa de tres jardines&lt;br /&gt;Que tus pétalos&lt;br /&gt;Con el paso del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Se pueden olvidar poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;En los edenes&lt;br /&gt;De los que alguna vez te amamos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-1032332010285566475?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/1032332010285566475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=1032332010285566475' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1032332010285566475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/1032332010285566475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/tus-ojos-no-mienten.html' title='Tus Ojos No Mienten'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMA5fEML3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Fyic7NAQnVU/s72-c/Tus+Ojos+No+Mienten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4064392818811705975</id><published>2009-09-17T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:38:18.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Me Sigues Doliendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMAQFQOtbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lG3S6_NT0vk/s1600-h/Me+Sigues+Doliendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMAQFQOtbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lG3S6_NT0vk/s320/Me+Sigues+Doliendo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382646255926031794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por qué si eres tan cruel conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Me sigues importando,&lt;br /&gt;Me sigues doliendo como me dueles&lt;br /&gt;Te sigo viendo como ayer&lt;br /&gt;Como si fueras aquella niña&lt;br /&gt;Que derramo lágrimas con mis versos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de aquello que fue, no queda nada,&lt;br /&gt;Si de tu ternura cuando me mirabas&lt;br /&gt;Hoy solo queda la ironía&lt;br /&gt;De un poema que se termina&lt;br /&gt;De una luz que se extingue en el ocaso&lt;br /&gt;Roto de tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Y luces apagadas&lt;br /&gt;Me sigues doliendo como me dueles….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristemente estamos,&lt;br /&gt;A unos cuantos paso, el uno del otro,&lt;br /&gt;Tan cerca y tan lejos…&lt;br /&gt;Nuestros destinos separados&lt;br /&gt;Parecen jugarme una broma&lt;br /&gt;Y sangra el sendero que recorro&lt;br /&gt;Día a día&lt;br /&gt;Noche a noche…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por qué si soy olvido en tu alma&lt;br /&gt;Te sigo encontrando&lt;br /&gt;En las calles por las que camino&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabes cariño mío,&lt;br /&gt;Eso no es  importante&lt;br /&gt;Si de aquellos versos que te hicieron llorar&lt;br /&gt;Ya solo quedan los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Como cristales rotos olvidados&lt;br /&gt;En el mutis del silencio&lt;br /&gt;Por qué me sigues doliendo…&lt;br /&gt;Como me dueles…&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4064392818811705975?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4064392818811705975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4064392818811705975' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4064392818811705975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4064392818811705975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-sigues-doliendo.html' title='Me Sigues Doliendo'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrMAQFQOtbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lG3S6_NT0vk/s72-c/Me+Sigues+Doliendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-4325834929043377144</id><published>2009-09-17T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:29:15.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Y Aun Así...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrL7Wky2pVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/F3kpbE1tGtY/s1600-h/Y+Aun+As%C3%AD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrL7Wky2pVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/F3kpbE1tGtY/s320/Y+Aun+As%C3%AD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382640869913830738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y aun así,&lt;br /&gt;Y aun cuando te extraño tanto&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta ver tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Brillando en la mirada de él,&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta el reflejo de la noche&lt;br /&gt;En tu cara de princesa&lt;br /&gt;Y la locura de tu amor emergiendo&lt;br /&gt;Cual del mar lo hace la espuma&lt;br /&gt;En tu piel de crisálidas&lt;br /&gt;Y amapolas azules…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no hay amor más grande&lt;br /&gt;Que este habitando en mi pecho…&lt;br /&gt;No hay mejor verso&lt;br /&gt;Que el poema de tu belleza&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque por dentro lloré&lt;br /&gt;Y aun así&lt;br /&gt;Y aun llorando&lt;br /&gt;Sonrío a tu amor como si fuera mío&lt;br /&gt;Y en las letras tristes de mi poesía&lt;br /&gt;Y en la tinta negra de mi inspiración&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé cuanto mas lo haré&lt;br /&gt;O si quizás un día este silencio&lt;br /&gt;Carcoma mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Y destruya cada sueño,&lt;br /&gt;Cada ilusión que vive&lt;br /&gt;En este terco escritor que llora&lt;br /&gt;Viviendo de ausencias&lt;br /&gt;Y encuentros furtivos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque aun así&lt;br /&gt;Y aun cuando me muero de celos&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta ver tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Reflejada en la de él,&lt;br /&gt;Mientras siento escurrir la tinta&lt;br /&gt;Del poeta que nació un día&lt;br /&gt;Del vientre y la luz&lt;br /&gt;De aquellos ojos negros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aun así… aun así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt; Te amo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-4325834929043377144?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/4325834929043377144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=4325834929043377144' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4325834929043377144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/4325834929043377144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-aun-asi.html' title='Y Aun Así...'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrL7Wky2pVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/F3kpbE1tGtY/s72-c/Y+Aun+As%C3%AD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3338629943191336387</id><published>2009-09-17T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:07:32.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Y Te Vuelvo A Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrL07kI-jKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vGMJbFW5sjA/s1600-h/Y+Te+Vuelvo+A+Amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrL07kI-jKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vGMJbFW5sjA/s320/Y+Te+Vuelvo+A+Amar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382633808811953314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salgo de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;(A eso de las siete&lt;br /&gt;Para no perder la costumbre)&lt;br /&gt;Observando el horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;El sol descansando sobre el mar,&lt;br /&gt;Y las aves cayendo en un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Duermen sobre el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Para dar paso a la luna&lt;br /&gt;Y ese reflejo que provoca en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;De rosas blancas&lt;br /&gt;Y mariposas tristes&lt;br /&gt;Se clava directo en mi corazón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;…Y arde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Y te vuelvo a amar….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a decirte mi niña&lt;br /&gt;(Me pierdo en los recuerdos)&lt;br /&gt;Olvido que eres prohibida,&lt;br /&gt;Y amordazo mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Para no gritar&lt;br /&gt;Mientras mis ojos lloran&lt;br /&gt;Y mis lágrimas susurran versos&lt;br /&gt;Que solo yo… escucho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salgo de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;(A eso de las siete&lt;br /&gt;Para no perder la costumbre)&lt;br /&gt;Y mientras camino… pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;(Sé que no debo hacerlo)&lt;br /&gt;Pero… al morir la tarde olvido…&lt;br /&gt;Que debo olvidarte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;…Y arde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Y te vuelvo a amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3338629943191336387?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3338629943191336387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3338629943191336387' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3338629943191336387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3338629943191336387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-te-vuelvo-amar.html' title='Y Te Vuelvo A Amar'/><author><name>Carlos Medina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746609624962308133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/STN-skAPrgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ErwhAEtggG8/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrL07kI-jKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/vGMJbFW5sjA/s72-c/Y+Te+Vuelvo+A+Amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712176829995276216.post-3790412863499199827</id><published>2009-09-17T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:29:52.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Ahora Que... Solo Soy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrLx497taeI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7ScFbnqdJco/s1600-h/Ahora+Que.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUS8WQzzREA/SrLx497taeI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7ScFbnqdJco/s320/Ahora+Que.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382630465661135330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahora que tú no lloras, solo ríes,&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que lunas nuevas&lt;br /&gt;Brillan en tus ojos negros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Yo sólo soy polvo en tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agujas de reloj, sin tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;Un fuego que se evapora,&lt;br /&gt;Una torre gélida que se desgrana&lt;br /&gt;En tus pies de hierba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Y tu boca de agua…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque sé que eres feliz&lt;br /&gt;Las heridas no dejan de sangrar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veo y siento que vivo&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos se llenan,&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo tiembla si te siente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hago cielo el infierno&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelvo mi oscuridad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más no sé esta locura&lt;br /&gt;Que me embriaga,&lt;br /&gt;Dónde la seguiré guardando&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Se cruzan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Con los míos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuánto más esperaré&lt;br /&gt;Antes de volver a romper en llanto&lt;br /&gt;Por tu ausencia…&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;Ahora que tú no lloras, solo ríes&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que lunas nuevas&lt;br /&gt;Brillan en tus ojos negros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;Yo soy sólo polvo en tus manos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Que grita tu nombre….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;… En Silencio)                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos Medina Ibarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712176829995276216-3790412863499199827?l=poesiasmedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/feeds/3790412863499199827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712176829995276216&amp;postID=3790412863499199827' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3790412863499199827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712176829995276216/posts/default/3790412863499199827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasmedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahora-que-solo-soy.html' title='Ahora Que... 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