tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15245160171920899492011-07-07T21:36:03.767-03:00PAGINA DEDICADA A LA EXPOSICIÓN DE POESÍA DE ESTILO JAPONÉS: TANKAS, SENRYU Y HAIKUS...COMPARTIDAS CON REFLEXIONES Y POESÍAS REFLEXIVAS..........................................................DERECHOS RESERVADOS.poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-74552103238828322432009-08-16T13:06:00.003-03:002009-08-16T13:15:19.956-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Soguk-cWuXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2STijcBAOjY/s1600-h/santoamor+en+la+entrega+de+diploma.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370593768411412850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Soguk-cWuXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2STijcBAOjY/s400/santoamor+en+la+entrega+de+diploma.bmp" border="0" /></a>Es la esencia </div><div align="center">el reconocimiento</div><div align="center">el don de Dios<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-7455210323882832243?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-17003006205360636872008-03-14T10:58:00.000-02:002008-03-14T11:02:11.412-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/R9p3JZqXkzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dX0dNUSK05Q/s1600-h/ROCIO.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177581725006926642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/R9p3JZqXkzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dX0dNUSK05Q/s400/ROCIO.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"> Moja el rocío<br /> todo a su paso lento<br /> no inundará.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-1700300620536063687?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-29666049908075741642008-03-14T10:56:00.001-02:002008-03-14T10:58:32.299-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/R9p2T5qXkyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tJCl7g1JPI8/s1600-h/2143280_99fd64a060_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177580805883925282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/R9p2T5qXkyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tJCl7g1JPI8/s400/2143280_99fd64a060_m.jpg" width="158" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">La primavera<br />es un viento que pasa<br />por cada árbol</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-2966604990807574164?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-17216679921104274522008-03-14T09:22:00.002-02:002008-03-14T10:56:44.370-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/R9pgvpqXkxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7qSioGXCCe4/s1600-h/281598rfe65uyz6w.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177557093369484050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/R9pgvpqXkxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7qSioGXCCe4/s400/281598rfe65uyz6w.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Rama movible<br />cae llena de colores<br />fue mariposa</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">SANTOAMOR</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-1721667992110427452?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-89839493309350384382007-08-13T13:07:00.001-03:002009-08-16T13:20:19.225-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RsCMt90XUgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YDPjiSD9Ycw/s1600-h/P1010869.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098229499499598338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RsCMt90XUgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YDPjiSD9Ycw/s400/P1010869.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">El sueño: todo<br />quimeras abrazadas<br />quema mis manos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-8983949330935038438?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-67239572737887924652007-08-13T13:05:00.002-03:002009-08-16T13:19:47.863-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RsCBed0XUfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_fIKGtMWtGE/s1600-h/09-ah%20l"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098217138583720434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RsCBed0XUfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_fIKGtMWtGE/s400/09-ah%2520l%27hombre.jpg" width="268" border="0" /></a>En este rostro<br />hay sueños de grandeza<br />el sol no es luna.<br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-6723957273788792465?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-22114159796007081922007-08-13T13:03:00.001-03:002009-08-16T13:18:38.299-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RsCA790XUeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-BcFx2E2dhU/s1600-h/hombre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098216545878233570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RsCA790XUeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-BcFx2E2dhU/s400/hombre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">mi corazón<br />hace crecer serpientes<br />también dolor .</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-2211415979600708192?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-49458676753600303392007-08-13T13:01:00.000-03:002007-08-13T13:03:34.464-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RsCAk90XUdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1CV1TbNHBV4/s1600-h/pajaros8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098216150741242322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RsCAk90XUdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1CV1TbNHBV4/s400/pajaros8.jpg" width="282" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Madrugadores<br />movimientos con cantos<br />nace el día.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-4945867675360030339?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-17903196916264975112007-08-07T10:30:00.000-03:002007-08-07T10:35:10.724-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Rrh0LN0XUcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/p_Par9uB1kk/s1600-h/20060313125436-corrupcion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095950714406392258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Rrh0LN0XUcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/p_Par9uB1kk/s400/20060313125436-corrupcion.jpg" width="283" border="0" /></a> Jamás impondré una ley </div><div align="center">a tu cuerpo ni a tu mente,</div><div align="center">pero te la enseñaré, </div><div align="center">te animaré con amor a respetarla, </div><div align="center">pues se bien </div><div align="center">que no hay mayor afrenta </div><div align="center">que la obligación.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">El amor gana corazones no los obliga, </div><div align="center">hay muchos que en nombre del amor </div><div align="center">matamos la paz de muchos. </div><div align="center">.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-1790319691626497511?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-22532875593216533502007-08-07T10:26:00.000-03:002007-08-07T10:35:33.318-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RrhzWd0XUbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2QVmqj2T7IY/s1600-h/carta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095949808168292786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RrhzWd0XUbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2QVmqj2T7IY/s400/carta.jpg" width="310" border="0" /></a> Hay quienes luchan por las leyes</div><div align="center">y su respeto,</div><div align="center">yo lucho por el amor </div><div align="center">y su respeto,</div><div align="center">pues no hay mayor respeto</div><div align="center">que obrar con amor.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Al amor no hay ley que lo juzgue,</div><div align="center">el verdadero amor no hace daño.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-2253287559321653350?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-90804004849883237602007-08-07T10:22:00.000-03:002007-08-07T10:35:51.172-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RrhyqN0XUaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y1_6EZkGvmE/s1600-h/la%2520bata%2520rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095949047959081378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RrhyqN0XUaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y1_6EZkGvmE/s400/la%2520bata%2520rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />No he de mortificarme<br />por lo imposible,<br />se que puedo curar heridas,<br />jamás la muerte. </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-9080400484988323760?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-51238425940568413172007-07-12T12:13:00.001-03:002007-07-12T12:14:43.439-03:00<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RpZFSig3N2I/AAAAAAAAADg/TbDdfeTBpwc/s1600-h/JUANPO_1_copia%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086329013966157666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RpZFSig3N2I/AAAAAAAAADg/TbDdfeTBpwc/s400/JUANPO_1_copia%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-5123842594056841317?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-63552075384479678252007-07-12T12:10:00.000-03:002007-07-12T12:12:21.138-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RpZEqCg3N1I/AAAAAAAAADY/OB5ib2-I3ZU/s1600-h/Imagen5_1_%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086328318181455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RpZEqCg3N1I/AAAAAAAAADY/OB5ib2-I3ZU/s400/Imagen5_1_%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-6355207538447967825?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-62615958092548839392007-07-12T12:07:00.000-03:002007-07-12T12:09:04.885-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RpZD1Sg3N0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/GqTlNBEFQCg/s1600-h/flower1101111vi9nw.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086327411943356226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RpZD1Sg3N0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/GqTlNBEFQCg/s400/flower1101111vi9nw.gif" border="0" /></a> El blanco se fue<br />sol en la inmensidad<br />mariposas van.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-6261595809254883939?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-90178801336589104282007-07-02T09:06:00.000-03:002007-07-02T09:09:16.523-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Rojqqur2LFI/AAAAAAAAADI/kcTTB0ORUrM/s1600-h/trap.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082570199294946386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Rojqqur2LFI/AAAAAAAAADI/kcTTB0ORUrM/s400/trap.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Cuerpo inerte con ojos quietos en la lejanía,<br />los besos falsos, su boca comió desde temprana luz<br />queriendo comer del fruto elegido, como un blanco pan,<br />golpeó su rostro contra el piso pues se dió cuenta que en la realidad la perfección<br />es tan solo una fantasía bañada de ilusiones inperfectas.<br />No está prohibido soñar con un buen futuro,<br />pero es conveniente hacerlo con lo que conocemos de la realidad.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-9017880133658910428?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-80723781388867233772007-07-02T09:02:00.000-03:002007-07-02T09:06:35.514-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Rojpwur2LEI/AAAAAAAAADA/x3jZl3_Ds5c/s1600-h/52830_460654854_medianafotois654_067_H200639_L.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082569202862533698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Rojpwur2LEI/AAAAAAAAADA/x3jZl3_Ds5c/s400/52830_460654854_medianafotois654_067_H200639_L.jpg" width="337" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Un hombre ambiciona<br />tener un ángel en sus manos<br />y volverla mujer en su ego<br />poder ser en su acción, el primer amor.<br />Mientras a diferencia de ellos,<br />las mujeres buscan un galán,<br />con la personalidad protectora de un caballero,<br />y con el sustento de rokefeller.<br />Pero cuando se da cuenta que ello<br />no se concibe seguido en la realidad,<br />esperan un hombre bueno<br />y que el sea el último amor de su vida. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-8072378138886723377?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-1812468071645268812007-07-02T08:59:00.000-03:002007-07-18T12:07:19.503-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RojpDer2LDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BaIEgf8lt2s/s1600-h/50259_909583686_besoasa_H203225_L.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082568425473453106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RojpDer2LDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BaIEgf8lt2s/s400/50259_909583686_besoasa_H203225_L.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Uno no se cultiva para aprender amar,<br />cuando tropiece con el alma dotada de hermosura a sus ojos,<br />eso le señalará lo suficiente para comenzar a amar,<br />allí será cuando aprenda a entender la perfección<br />de un espíritu imperfecto.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-181246807164526881?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-70416285908600837122007-07-02T08:43:00.000-03:002007-07-02T08:55:29.788-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RojnU-r2LCI/AAAAAAAAACw/YY6nE_gMms4/s1600-h/dibujo-fantasia-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082566527097908258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RojnU-r2LCI/AAAAAAAAACw/YY6nE_gMms4/s400/dibujo-fantasia-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El sol renace sobre las sombras,<br />el hombre sabio no dejara de mirar el cielo<br />frente a sus elecciones importantes.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">todo los que haga requerirá tu desición.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-7041628590860083712?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-88753251992702241032007-07-02T07:58:00.000-03:002007-07-18T12:04:39.074-03:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088552406866147186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Rp4rdCg3N3I/AAAAAAAAADo/N9paWQlSdHw/s400/Taller5oficial.gif" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Que seas feliz, donde y con quien estés,<br />en en lugar donde decidiste estar la parte de tu otra vida,<br />que la fuente del agua pura pueda llegar a remojar tus pies, ¡ es mi ruego!<br />tal vez algun día tu sufras y yo siga creciendo en la aurora lenta sin tu sol. </div><div align="center">.<br />Pero quiero que sepas cariño mío,<br />fue un valle tan rico aquella historia de amor que del fruto de la vida me llenó. </div><div align="center">.<br />Y soy dichosa por que aprendí que la mejor apuesta fue arriesgar a ser feliz.<br />entre dolores y lágrimas aprendí, de como se comporta ciegamente<br />la mentira, el engaño, la locura y la obseción. </div><div align="center">.<br />Este valle llamado mundo es tan rico en enseñanzas </div><div align="center">que podemos aprender a vivir sin sombras,<br />si, si queremos aprender, nos deja los ojos descubiertos. </div><div align="center">.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-8875325199270224103?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-76341889070252458872007-07-01T21:12:00.000-03:002007-07-03T08:11:04.036-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RohDF-r2K_I/AAAAAAAAACY/-6sypE1IXf4/s1600-h/romanticos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082385949492915186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RohDF-r2K_I/AAAAAAAAACY/-6sypE1IXf4/s400/romanticos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Aún la ferocidad duerme con un poco de amor.</div><div align="center">pruébalo es garantía de cielo </div><div align="center">que el amor mueve montañas.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-7634188907025245887?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-60674572843759379722007-07-01T21:10:00.000-03:002007-07-01T21:12:49.293-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RohCcer2K-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gvmJBBekyYc/s1600-h/y1puROgZm8sNLRNr-hkha7lLMqxrFWPlxTpWBLb7oDSNfu6cKvqVquiYW3x-5cWC28c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082385236528344034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RohCcer2K-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gvmJBBekyYc/s400/y1puROgZm8sNLRNr-hkha7lLMqxrFWPlxTpWBLb7oDSNfu6cKvqVquiYW3x-5cWC28c.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>Son lamentos de lobos </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>las razones sin respuestas,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>pero la ampliación de un panorama </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>viene con la fe en los ojos y en el corazón.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>Dios espera tu decisión para actuar.</em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-6067457284375937972?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-71740765002208454882007-07-01T12:18:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:19:34.130-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RofF9Or2K9I/AAAAAAAAACI/2_cRQzKHtcw/s1600-h/LA_FANTASIA_Y_LA_ILUSION.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082248360215587794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RofF9Or2K9I/AAAAAAAAACI/2_cRQzKHtcw/s400/LA_FANTASIA_Y_LA_ILUSION.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-7174076500220845488?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-22217884729691224412007-07-01T11:59:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:08:32.971-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RofBfOr2K8I/AAAAAAAAACA/4UDAQ9jSnOE/s1600-h/MUJER_CON_LUZ_DIVINA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243446773001154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RofBfOr2K8I/AAAAAAAAACA/4UDAQ9jSnOE/s400/MUJER_CON_LUZ_DIVINA.jpg" width="256" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"> UNIDAD DE DIOS</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">CIELO, TIERRA Y HOMBRE,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;">MAS GRANDE PODER.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#003300;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-2221788472969122441?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-40657675861491871262007-07-01T11:55:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:08:50.426-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RofAgOr2K7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8OmSCyxiWoA/s1600-h/Vela.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082242364441242546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/RofAgOr2K7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8OmSCyxiWoA/s400/Vela.gif" width="223" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">CAPULLOS DE FLOR</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">SON EL SER HUMANO Y DIOS</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">OBRANDO JUNTOS.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-4065767586149187126?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-21321913108942711112007-07-01T11:50:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:09:03.708-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe_Zer2K6I/AAAAAAAAABw/fYshSLXozs4/s1600-h/quiereme.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082241148965497762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe_Zer2K6I/AAAAAAAAABw/fYshSLXozs4/s400/quiereme.gif" width="299" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>AUNQUE EN EL CAMINO ENCUENTRES PIEDRAS </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>QUE LASTIMEN TU ANDAR HACIA AQUELLO TAN AHNELADO </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>LLAMADO FELICIDAD, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>NUNCA OLVIDES QUE LA MEJOR APUESTA </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>QUE PUEDES HACER EN ESTE MUNDO,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>¡ES AMAR!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#006600;">PERO NO OLVIDES QUE NADA ES PERFECTO.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-2132191310894271111?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-31994506207572347042007-07-01T11:46:00.000-03:002007-07-01T11:49:00.261-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe-Ser2K5I/AAAAAAAAABo/91Y5KuaJvM8/s1600-h/pareja-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082239929194785682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe-Ser2K5I/AAAAAAAAABo/91Y5KuaJvM8/s400/pareja-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> MEJOR ES ANDAR LA VIDA </div><div align="center">APOYADO EN LA SOMBRA DEL OTRO,</div><div align="center">LOS FRUTOS DE DOS SON MEJORES QUE UNO.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">EL AMOR VERDADERO MULTIPLICA LOS BENEFICIOS.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-3199450620757234704?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-93858910741271352007-07-01T11:43:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:08:16.483-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe9p-r2K4I/AAAAAAAAABg/6mUJ7nL4dvY/s1600-h/luna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082239233410083714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe9p-r2K4I/AAAAAAAAABg/6mUJ7nL4dvY/s400/luna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>HAY UNA LUNA EN EL CIELO</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>CON ESTRELLAS DE NUESTROS CORAZONES,</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>HAY UN DIOS EN EL CIELO QUE NOS INSPIRA AMOR</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>SI LO BUSCAMOS CADA DÍA.</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>EL ES LUZ Y ESENCIA DE VIDA.</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-9385891074127135?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-59616053296347134932007-07-01T11:39:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:09:42.324-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe8mOr2K3I/AAAAAAAAABY/YQSFmc8Q4Bg/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082238069473946482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe8mOr2K3I/AAAAAAAAABY/YQSFmc8Q4Bg/s400/images.jpg" width="111" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>QUIEN DA PALABRA DE CONSEJO</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>DA BUEN ÁNIMO</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>QUIEN DA PALABRA DE ÁNIMO</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>DA AMOR</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>QUIEN DA AMOR</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>DA SU VIDA</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>QUIEN DA SU VIDA</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>DA A DIOS.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>QUIEN DA A DIOS.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>DA LO MAS IMPORTANTE.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-5961605329634713493?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-48150480050731626272007-07-01T11:36:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:09:56.594-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe79ur2K2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8rZC9iLXSrw/s1600-h/escribir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082237373689244514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe79ur2K2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/8rZC9iLXSrw/s400/escribir.jpg" width="292" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em>PALABRAS FIRME SEGURA, </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>ES LA DIVINA ESCRITURA</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>EN NUESTRAS MANOS, SIN SON DIRIGIDAS </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>POR EL BENDITO DIOS.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-4815048005073162627?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-87921161033308307152007-07-01T11:33:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:10:12.426-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe7XOr2K1I/AAAAAAAAABI/yiZ8rInn1qk/s1600-h/egruposdmime.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082236712264280914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe7XOr2K1I/AAAAAAAAABI/yiZ8rInn1qk/s400/egruposdmime.gif" border="0" /></a><strong><em> AUNQUE EL MUNDO LLORE LAGOS DE MAR,</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>RECUERDSA QUE LOS RIOS AHOGAN TUS SONRISAS </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>SI TE DEJAS ATRAPAR POR ELLLOS.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>SI, SIEMPRE HAY ESPERANZAS </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>HABRÁ FUTURO POR VIVIR.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-8792116103330830715?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-41806792015889190592007-07-01T11:30:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:10:52.900-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe6wOr2K0I/AAAAAAAAABA/vyN8gcfvOMI/s1600-h/angelito_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082236042249382722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe6wOr2K0I/AAAAAAAAABA/vyN8gcfvOMI/s400/angelito_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>IMAGEN PURA</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>SIN DEFICIENCIA MALAS</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>DESEO DE DIOS.</em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-4180679201588919059?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524516017192089949.post-4523380849549871702007-07-01T11:26:00.000-03:002007-07-01T12:11:20.463-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe5yOr2KzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8X-5a2U0Lo4/s1600-h/angellilagm7.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082234977097493298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqj9bqOX3u8/Roe5yOr2KzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8X-5a2U0Lo4/s400/angellilagm7.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><em><strong>GORRIÓN QUE CANTA</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>MARIPOSA EN EL VIENTRE,</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>ESENCIA DE DIOS.</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><br /></strong></em></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1524516017192089949-452338084954987170?l=eden-de-santoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetasantoamorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14098930319121003401noreply@blogger.com0