tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70537262524139107272011-10-04T01:59:47.148+02:00FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-1374999822512387352011-04-10T00:00:00.000+02:002011-04-10T00:00:03.708+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Abrir tu corazón de hojalata con el abrelatas de la ternura.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-137499982251238735?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-77498020025753137832011-02-20T00:00:00.001+01:002011-02-20T22:15:32.669+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Que la fatiga de mis besos no me rompa tu amor incardinado.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-7749802002575313783?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-87427743676416761722010-06-30T07:47:00.001+02:002010-06-30T07:49:10.169+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Un corazón inquieto no se detiene nunca.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Busca otra estación aunque no llegue.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-8742774367641676172?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-84377936717179024102010-05-21T20:17:00.001+02:002010-05-29T04:31:14.102+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br />Me salió un grano de felicidad y no voy a extirparlo.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-8437793671717902410?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-863919608412072922010-04-14T00:00:00.001+02:002010-04-14T22:53:13.995+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Un corazón bajo el relente del tiempo de tanto amar se humedece.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-86391960841207292?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-7534864043688326572008-11-25T00:00:00.002+01:002008-11-25T00:32:05.713+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Muerta la flor calciné su aroma.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Muerta la risa incineré el llanto.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Muerto dios incendié su alma.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Muerto el amor quemé mi corazón.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-753486404368832657?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-19170298119528762002008-02-22T00:00:00.002+01:002008-07-27T14:01:59.052+02:00<div align="justify"><br /><br />Un corazón grande no cabe en unos zapatos pequeños. En el amor es mejor caminar descalzo.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-1917029811952876200?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-91440286325274118512008-02-16T09:53:00.001+01:002008-02-16T09:59:35.841+01:00<div align="justify"><br />Esas dos pequitas que estiran la lengua,<br />lunares chiquitos,<br />coronan cabezas de las úes mudas.<br />Manchitas al viento sobre la escritura.<br />Un par de guisantes bajo un gran colchón,<br />me quitan el sueño.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-9144028632527411851?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-83626135974098907062008-02-06T00:00:00.002+01:002008-02-16T09:58:20.854+01:00<div align="justify"><br /><br />Funde mi corazón en tu presencia<br />como la nieve ante la primavera.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-8362613597409890706?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-75479339925087698742007-11-01T00:00:00.001+01:002008-02-16T11:05:12.497+01:00<div align="left"><br /><br />Me da pena el átomo de hidrógeno<br />tan uno y solitario<br />con su único núcleo y su melancolía de hache<br />a la espera del oxígeno para ser alguien.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-7547933992508769874?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-57875426340430431512007-10-29T00:00:00.000+01:002007-11-06T20:47:52.440+01:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="left">Qué parte de ti es comprensible<br />qué curva de tu cuerpo calcula la derivada del tiempo<br />qué lenguaje antiguo transcribe tu sonrisa<br />qué sombra es capaz de tatuar la luz que en tu piel espejea.<br /><br />Si tu caricia es dada, me sobra el cielo.<br />Tu gesto abre el camino hacia los sueños.<br />Y cuando miras, tu mirada eleva un mar delicuescente.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-5787542634043043151?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053726252413910727.post-88062131157170307992007-10-28T00:00:00.000+02:002007-11-06T20:47:06.460+01:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><div align="left">Fresca flor de la mañana.<br />Tenue luz,<br />me colé por tu escote.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7053726252413910727-8806213115717030799?l=intimodiario.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FMOPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12351036885514159667noreply@blogger.com