<?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-16672082</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:04:46.294-03:00</updated><category term='Poema'/><category term='canción'/><category term='mire y escuche'/><category term='Frase'/><title type='text'>El cajón de Samanta</title><subtitle type='html'>Cachureos virtuales para complementar mi blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-1443457929868740644</id><published>2008-05-19T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:32:13.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Buscaremos la puerta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;José Acosta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Buscaremos la puerta por donde&lt;br /&gt;entró la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;El espacio interior de los dedos lleno&lt;br /&gt;de mágicas llaves que abren las figuras.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez sea esto una habitación&lt;br /&gt;o el mundo,&lt;br /&gt;una abertura en qué creer,&lt;br /&gt;frutas de luz, el temor del jardín&lt;br /&gt;frente a la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Una puerta, un grifo derramando&lt;br /&gt;la oscuridad a chorros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-1443457929868740644?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/1443457929868740644/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=1443457929868740644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/1443457929868740644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/1443457929868740644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2008/05/buscaremos-la-puerta.html' title='Buscaremos la puerta'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-8353399904659447929</id><published>2008-04-16T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:18:25.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Possibly Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bjork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your flirt finds me out&lt;br /&gt;Teases the crack in me&lt;br /&gt;Smittens me with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe possibly maybe&lt;br /&gt;possibly maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I definitely enjoy solitude&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Spending little time with you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe probably love&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe probably love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty excites me&lt;br /&gt;babe&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what's going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;Lottery or car crash&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll join a cult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably maybe possibly love&lt;br /&gt;Probably maybe possibly love, possibly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon petit vulcan&lt;br /&gt;You're eruptions and disasters&lt;br /&gt;I keep calm admiring your lava&lt;br /&gt;I keep calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe probably love&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe probably love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric shocks?&lt;br /&gt;I love them!&lt;br /&gt;With you --&gt; dozen a day&lt;br /&gt;But after a while I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where's that love you promised me?&lt;br /&gt;Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe probably love, possibly&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe probably love, possibly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you offer me love like that?&lt;br /&gt;My heart's burned&lt;br /&gt;How can you offer me love like that?&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe possibly maybe&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we broke up&lt;br /&gt;I'm using lipstick again&lt;br /&gt;I suck my tongue&lt;br /&gt;In remembrance of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-8353399904659447929?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-3458001909083264126</id><published>2007-10-15T22:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:45:32.891-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Hotel de las nostalgias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oscar Hahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nosotros&lt;br /&gt;los adolescentes de los años 50&lt;br /&gt;los del jopo en la frente&lt;br /&gt;y el pucho en la comisura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los bailatines de rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;al compás del reloj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los jóvenes coléricos&lt;br /&gt;maníacos discomaníacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dónde estamos ahora&lt;br /&gt;que la vida es de minutos nada más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asilados en qué Embajada&lt;br /&gt;en qué país desterrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enterrados&lt;br /&gt;en qué cementerio clandestino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no somos nada&lt;br /&gt;sino perros sabuesos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;sino perros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Musicalizado por Mauricio Redolés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-3458001909083264126?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3458001909083264126/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=3458001909083264126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/3458001909083264126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/3458001909083264126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2007/10/hotel-de-las-nostalgias.html' title='Hotel de las nostalgias'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-3677855808685667991</id><published>2007-10-08T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:57:23.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who loves the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Velvet Underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Who cares that it makes plants grow&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what it does&lt;br /&gt;Since you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the wind&lt;br /&gt;Who cares that it makes breezes&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what it does&lt;br /&gt;Since you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the rain&lt;br /&gt;Who cares that it makes flowers&lt;br /&gt;Who cares that it makes showers&lt;br /&gt;Since you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Who cares that it is shining&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what it does&lt;br /&gt;Since you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa&lt;br /&gt;Who loves the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-3677855808685667991?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3677855808685667991/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=3677855808685667991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/3677855808685667991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/3677855808685667991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-loves-sun.html' title='Who loves the sun'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-6230052287585427362</id><published>2007-08-30T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:21:11.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regreso al bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pavel Oyarzún Díaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En memoria de Rolando Cárdenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresar al bar como a un vientre,&lt;br /&gt;y a la primera tibieza que nos recibió&lt;br /&gt;y que alguna vez, seguramente, nos pareció eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresar al bar porque todos los caminos&lt;br /&gt;conducen a él,&lt;br /&gt;y porque entre esas cuatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;hay más redención y misericordia&lt;br /&gt;que en trescientas iglesias juntas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar entre sus habitantes otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;sentados a la mesa de siempre,&lt;br /&gt;bebiendo el vino lentísimo&lt;br /&gt;que nos deparó el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresar por las palabras y la memoria&lt;br /&gt;y por la propia sombra que allí dejamos&lt;br /&gt;entibiándose,&lt;br /&gt;tras el alto muro de la noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresar como de costumbre,&lt;br /&gt;y a la misma hora.&lt;br /&gt;Entrar al bar,&lt;br /&gt;de corbata, bien peinados,&lt;br /&gt;y después de muertos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-6230052287585427362?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-7287171231103606209</id><published>2007-07-25T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:58:32.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>El domador de lunas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al Berto&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;estamos apoyados en una roulotte bebemos sangría&lt;br /&gt;charlamos mientras quemamos la noche&lt;br /&gt;junto al mar&lt;br /&gt;el viento fresco nos sorprende con las manos nerviosas&lt;br /&gt;alrededor de los vasos empañados &lt;strong&gt;la ternura de una mirada&lt;br /&gt;no vale para burlar la embriaguez de los amores imperfectos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sé que aún posees alguna juventud en esa sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;yo ya sólo emborracho los labios viciados por las palabras&lt;br /&gt;poco tengo que decirte&lt;br /&gt;te toco en el hombro hago promesas y tú ríes&lt;br /&gt;mientras descubrimos en el silencio cómplice del vino&lt;br /&gt;que los dedos se enredarán los unos en los otros y sobre la piel&lt;br /&gt;tiembla una tela de luminosa sal donde cae la noche&lt;br /&gt;sobreviviremos al desgaste del amor&lt;br /&gt;bebemos más&lt;br /&gt;para que haya sólo deseos y no amor entre nosotros y&lt;br /&gt;el muchacho que acostumbra a clavar un cuchillo rubio&lt;br /&gt;en el hombro del mar&lt;br /&gt;La vie est une gare, je vais bientôt partir,&lt;br /&gt;Je ne dirai pas où.&lt;br /&gt;me callé&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que me llevarías a casa por el camino de la playa&lt;br /&gt;tambaleantes&lt;br /&gt;y mientras yo no pueda abrir de nuevo los ojos&lt;br /&gt;no has de partir estoy seguro&lt;br /&gt;con tu jaula llena de lunas mansas&lt;br /&gt;apaciguadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-7786797788886181973</id><published>2007-07-16T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:39:01.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mire y escuche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Dancing Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Get on your dancing shoes&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hoping they’re looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Sure you'll be rummaging' through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shit, shock, horror&lt;br /&gt;You've seen your future bride&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but it's oh so absurd&lt;br /&gt;For you to say the first word&lt;br /&gt;So you're waiting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason that you came&lt;br /&gt;So what you scared for?&lt;br /&gt;don't you always do the same&lt;br /&gt;It's what you there for, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…the lights are flashing&lt;br /&gt;Down in here tonight&lt;br /&gt;And some might exchange a glance&lt;br /&gt;But keep pretending to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like it's not happening&lt;br /&gt;As if it’s impolite&lt;br /&gt;To go and mention your name&lt;br /&gt;Instead you'll just do the same&lt;br /&gt;As they all do, and hope for the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason that you came&lt;br /&gt;So what you scared for?&lt;br /&gt;Well don't you always do the same&lt;br /&gt;It's what you’re there for but no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on your dancing shoes&lt;br /&gt;You sexy little swine&lt;br /&gt;Hoping they’re looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Sure you'll be rummaging through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the shit, shock, horror&lt;br /&gt;You've seen your future bride&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but it's oh so absurd&lt;br /&gt;For you to say the first word&lt;br /&gt;So you're waiting and waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8hVhW7QRS8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8hVhW7QRS8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/16672082-7786797788886181973?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7786797788886181973/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=7786797788886181973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/7786797788886181973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/7786797788886181973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2007/07/dancing-shoes.html' title='Dancing Shoes'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-3623283068351647378</id><published>2007-07-15T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:30:30.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Un amor más allá del amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roberto Juarroz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Un amor más allá del amor,&lt;br /&gt;por encima del rito del vínculo,&lt;br /&gt;más allá del juego siniestro&lt;br /&gt;de la soledad y de la compañía.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor que no necesite regreso,&lt;br /&gt;pero tampoco partida.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor no sometido&lt;br /&gt;a los fogonazos de ir y de volver,&lt;br /&gt;de estar despiertos o dormidos,&lt;br /&gt;de llamar o callar.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor para estar juntos&lt;br /&gt;o para no estarlo&lt;br /&gt;pero también para todas las posiciones&lt;br /&gt;intermedias.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor como abrir los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Y quizá también como cerrarlos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-3623283068351647378?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-2629494445894524173</id><published>2007-06-19T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:59:36.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Principios y finales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joan Margarit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Un tiempo fui una chica con futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Podía leer a Horacio y a Virgilio en latín&lt;br /&gt;y recitar a Keats completo de memoria.&lt;br /&gt;Al entrar en sus cuevas, los adultos&lt;br /&gt;me capturaron: comencé a parir&lt;br /&gt;hijos de un hombre estúpido y creído.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora cuando puedo lleno el vaso&lt;br /&gt;y lloro al recordar algún verso de Keats.&lt;br /&gt;Una no sabe, cuando es joven,&lt;br /&gt;que no hay lugar alguno&lt;br /&gt;donde poder quedarse para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Y le parece extraño si no llega&lt;br /&gt;aquel o aquella en quien hallar descanso.&lt;br /&gt;Una ignora, de joven, que los principios&lt;br /&gt;no se parecen nunca a los finales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-2629494445894524173?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2629494445894524173/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=2629494445894524173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/2629494445894524173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;enfrentados al vacío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora también las preguntas se han acabado.&lt;br /&gt;Los espejos se han roto,&lt;br /&gt;hasta los que no reflejaban nada.&lt;br /&gt;Y no hay modo de rehacerlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo,&lt;br /&gt;tal vez quede en alguna parte una pregunta.&lt;br /&gt;El silencio es también una pregunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta un espejo que no puede romperse&lt;br /&gt;porque no se enfrenta a nada,&lt;br /&gt;porque está dentro de todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemos encontrado una pregunta.&lt;br /&gt;¿Será el silencio también una respuesta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizá a determinada altura&lt;br /&gt;las preguntas y las respuestas son exactamente iguales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-441127904572880124?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-4154002229361303359</id><published>2007-05-07T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:43:26.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Quiero entrar entre tus cosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel Melero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quiero entrar&lt;br /&gt;en tus cosas revisar&lt;br /&gt;abrir cada cuaderno y dejarlo en su lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y buscar&lt;br /&gt;en tu libro de secretos del mar&lt;br /&gt;darle cuerda a tus juguetes&lt;br /&gt;y verlos funcionar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero estar entre tus cosas&lt;br /&gt;quiero estar entre tus cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caminar&lt;br /&gt;a oscuras por la sala y encontrar&lt;br /&gt;notas olvidadas&lt;br /&gt;y sentir que sos fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero estar entre tus cosas&lt;br /&gt;quiero estar entre tus cosas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-4154002229361303359?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/4154002229361303359/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=4154002229361303359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/4154002229361303359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/4154002229361303359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2007/05/quiero-entrar-entre-tus-cosas.html' title='Quiero entrar entre tus cosas'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-2277626359129984143</id><published>2007-05-07T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T17:02:16.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Tendrá que haber un camino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los Planetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tendrá que haber un camino,&lt;br /&gt;habrá un camino&lt;br /&gt;que me lleve,&lt;br /&gt;que me lleve donde pueda estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no aparece el camino&lt;br /&gt;no se dónde va a pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tendrá que haber un camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me lleve a donde pueda estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otros prefieren quedarse,&lt;br /&gt;prefieren quedarse,&lt;br /&gt;aunque no puedan vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo prefiero la muerte&lt;br /&gt;antes que seguir allí así.&lt;br /&gt;Otros prefieren quedarse&lt;br /&gt;aunque no puedan vivir,&lt;br /&gt;aunque no puedan vivir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-2277626359129984143?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2277626359129984143/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=2277626359129984143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/2277626359129984143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/2277626359129984143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2007/05/tendr-que-haber-un-camino.html' title='Tendrá que haber un camino'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-2664536636650248816</id><published>2007-04-26T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:52:26.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mire y escuche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>La Ballade of Lady and Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady &amp; Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Yes Bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;It's cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Bird...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;It's all in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;No one will come to see us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they come but we just don't see them&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;I see what's outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;And what exactly is outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;It's grown-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe if we scream they can hear us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe we should try to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady &amp;amp; Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Heeeelp, Heeeelp&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear us now ?&lt;br /&gt;Hello !&lt;br /&gt;Help !&lt;br /&gt;Hello it's me&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Can you see&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Nana come and take us&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Are you there&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they can hear us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to come with me lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Will you be nice to me Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;You're always be nice to me because you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;I try but sometimes I make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Nana says we all make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should scream more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Bird let's scream more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady &amp; Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Help ! Help us ! Come on ! Help&lt;br /&gt;Hello !&lt;br /&gt;Help&lt;br /&gt;Hello !&lt;br /&gt;We're lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they cannot see us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;But they all seem so big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should just jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;What if we fall from the bridge and then nobody can catch us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;I don't know let's just see what happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Shall we do it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady &amp;amp; Bird :&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3....Aaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;Lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Yes Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;It's cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady :&lt;br /&gt;Bird...I cannot see a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird :&lt;br /&gt;It's all in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8iEx_pfOSNA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8iEx_pfOSNA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/16672082-2664536636650248816?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2664536636650248816/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=2664536636650248816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/2664536636650248816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/2664536636650248816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-ballade-of-lady-and-bird.html' title='La Ballade of Lady and Bird'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-2196993876822817156</id><published>2007-04-24T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T01:08:46.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mire y escuche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>The Lottery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Emily Haines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted what everyone wanted since bras started burnin' up ribs in the 60's&lt;br /&gt;Favors a flyin', faces a fallin', and all I desire is to never be waiting&lt;br /&gt;If that's a crime, let's commit it&lt;br /&gt;There's a new crime, sexual suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our underwire radio tears into their international airwaves&lt;br /&gt;Boredom will die, ears will bleed, and all their desire is to give and to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new crime, sexual suicide&lt;br /&gt;There's a new crime, let's commit it&lt;br /&gt;While we're waiting on the next day&lt;br /&gt;To begin it in the best way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new crime, sexual suicide&lt;br /&gt;There's a new crime, let's commit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Heather, 'bout forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me&lt;br /&gt;It's a lottery, baby, everybody roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;It's a lottery, baby, everybody roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we always be like little kids, running group to group&lt;br /&gt;Asking, "Who loves me?" Don't know who loves me&lt;br /&gt;It's pathetic, it's impossible&lt;br /&gt;Like girls in stilettos&lt;br /&gt;Like girls in stilettos&lt;br /&gt;Like girls in stilettos tryin' to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqJv3Gqfvh0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqJv3Gqfvh0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/16672082-2196993876822817156?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2196993876822817156/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Overcome by Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pernice Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never think to ever look around&lt;br /&gt;never see it coming at you&lt;br /&gt;with your head in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;drinking like a clown,&lt;br /&gt;worried you be nobody,&lt;br /&gt;not so far from that now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel so overcome by happiness&lt;br /&gt;you're broke&lt;br /&gt;do you think you might scrape your life together just in&lt;br /&gt;time to find you've got no piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;when everybody wants a piece of your pretty white ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move around, never moving on,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the thing to happen&lt;br /&gt;when it's already gone&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;drinking like a clown,&lt;br /&gt;worried you be nobody,&lt;br /&gt;not so far from that now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel so overcome by happiness&lt;br /&gt;you're broke&lt;br /&gt;do you think you might scrape your life together just in&lt;br /&gt;time to find you've got no piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;when everybody wants a piece of your pretty white ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you held the sun,&lt;br /&gt;in the colour of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I would never be so blind, and you,&lt;br /&gt;don't feel the weight rushing out of your life&lt;br /&gt;don't see the light dying out of your eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel so overcome by happiness&lt;br /&gt;you're broke&lt;br /&gt;do you think you might scrape your life together just in&lt;br /&gt;time to find you've got no piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;when everybody wants a piece of your pretty white ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel I don't feel I don't feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-7793225571378133430</id><published>2007-03-26T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:52:13.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mire y escuche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>This Charming Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Smiths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; A punctured bicycle&lt;br /&gt; On a hillside desolate&lt;br /&gt; Can nature make a man of me yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And in this charming car&lt;br /&gt; This charming man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why ponder life's complexities&lt;br /&gt; When the leather runs smooth&lt;br /&gt; On the passenger seat ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would go out tonight&lt;br /&gt; But I haven't got a stitch to wear&lt;br /&gt; This man said "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A jumped up pantry boy&lt;br /&gt; Who never knew his place&lt;br /&gt; He said "return the ring"&lt;br /&gt; He knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt; He knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would go out tonight&lt;br /&gt; But I haven't got a stitch to wear&lt;br /&gt; This man said "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care"&lt;br /&gt; Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man ...&lt;br /&gt; Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A jumped up pantry boy&lt;br /&gt; Who never knew his place&lt;br /&gt; He said "return the ring"&lt;br /&gt; He knows so much about these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGnjrTkv1gs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGnjrTkv1gs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/16672082-7793225571378133430?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7793225571378133430/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=7793225571378133430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/7793225571378133430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;esta dicha de andar tan infelices.&lt;br /&gt;Si me dieran a elegir, yo elegiría&lt;br /&gt;esta inocencia de no ser un inocente,&lt;br /&gt;esta pureza en que ando por impuro.&lt;br /&gt;Si me dieran a elegir, yo elegiría&lt;br /&gt;este amor con que odio,&lt;br /&gt;esta esperanza que come panes desesperados.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí pasa, señores,&lt;br /&gt;que me juego la muerte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-3453397223236080795?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/3453397223236080795/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=3453397223236080795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Calamaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ¿Sentiste alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;lo que es, tener,&lt;br /&gt;el corazón roto?.&lt;br /&gt;¿Sentiste a los asuntos pendientes volver, hasta volverte muy loco?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si resulta que si, si podrás entender&lt;br /&gt;lo que me pasa a mi esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;ella no va a volver y la pena me empieza a crecer adentro,&lt;br /&gt;la moneda cayó por el lado de la soledad y el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que termina, termina mal, poco a poco.&lt;br /&gt;Y si no termina, se contamina más, y eso se cubre de polvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me parece que soy de la quinta que vio el Mundial 78&lt;br /&gt;me toco crecer viendo a mi alrededor paranoia y dolor&lt;br /&gt;la moneda cayó por el lado de la soledad, otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me lastimes con tus crimenes perfectos&lt;br /&gt;mientras la gente indiferente se da cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;De vez en cuando, solamente, sale afuera la peor manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si resulta que sí, sí podrás entender lo que me pasa a mi esta noche&lt;br /&gt;ella no va a volver y la pena me empieza a crecer adentro&lt;br /&gt;la moneda cayó por el lado de la soledad y el dolor&lt;br /&gt;la moneda cayó por el lado de la soledad otra vez&lt;br /&gt;la moneda cayó por el lado de la soledad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-2741174902502860378?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/2741174902502860378/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=2741174902502860378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/2741174902502860378'/><link rel='self' 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never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all this music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suppose I never met you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never ever called&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say that of course its gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never love nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting by heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;In the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my&lt;br /&gt;Heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGTDRztaCCw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGTDRztaCCw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/16672082-7175992402084997954?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7175992402084997954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=7175992402084997954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/7175992402084997954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/7175992402084997954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2007/01/fidelity.html' title='Fidelity'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-6483899188208243473</id><published>2007-01-24T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:40:21.478-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Rezo por vos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charly García y Spinetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; La indómita luz&lt;br /&gt;se hizo carne en mí&lt;br /&gt;y lo dejé todo por esta soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Y leo revistas&lt;br /&gt;en la tempestad&lt;br /&gt;hice el sacrificio&lt;br /&gt;abracé la cruz al amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;Rezo, rezo, rezo, rezo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morí sin morir&lt;br /&gt;y me abracé al dolor&lt;br /&gt;y lo dejé todo por esta soledad&lt;br /&gt;ya se hizo de noche&lt;br /&gt;y ahora estoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo se cae&lt;br /&gt;sólo veo la cruz al amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;Rezo, rezo, rezo, rezo por vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y curé mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;y me encendí de amor&lt;br /&gt;Y quemé las cortinas&lt;br /&gt;y me encendí de amor,&lt;br /&gt;de amor sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces rezo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-6483899188208243473?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/6483899188208243473/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=6483899188208243473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/6483899188208243473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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desvelos,&lt;br /&gt;tanto embeleco sobre la cómoda, tanto papel revuelto&lt;br /&gt;por todo el piso y hojas blancas y sucias con pies y&lt;br /&gt;manos y labios en la solitaria pieza vecina y&lt;br /&gt;tanta familia familiar reunida y ruido, y ruido y&lt;br /&gt;tanta foto a color y en blanco y negro y&lt;br /&gt;la familia ante todo, cuidado con las palabras y&lt;br /&gt;el comentario y ese gesto procaz que los niños&lt;br /&gt;uno nunca sabe, el ejemplo, el ejemplo, ¿a ver,&lt;br /&gt;haber?&lt;br /&gt;Tanto orden, tantos cuidados, tanta norma, tanta educación&lt;br /&gt;tanto viaje, tanto comentario, tanta lindura, tan habilosa&lt;br /&gt;tanto cubierto y servilleta y mantel con plato y copa,&lt;br /&gt;tantos manjares, y fuentes y bordados en el mantel.&lt;br /&gt;Tan cumplido es un encanto, un verdadero encanto y&lt;br /&gt;tanto éxito, tanta fineza, tanto deber, tanto deber siempre&lt;br /&gt;para que lo gocemos todos, en postales, en recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;qué responsable, el deber ante todo el deber siempre&lt;br /&gt;¡qué amor, pero qué amor!&lt;br /&gt;Tanto adjetivo, tanto adverbio, tanto grito&lt;br /&gt;tanta soledad y hambre en el estómago&lt;br /&gt;¿dónde está el sustantivo y la cocinera&lt;br /&gt;y la cocina, para comer con las manos y en silencio?&lt;br /&gt;Una suave y pesada cortina de pestañas,&lt;br /&gt;una fragante mortaja de lino en el iris,&lt;br /&gt;un destello eterno de luz en la pupila,&lt;br /&gt;ocultan tras un astigmatismo sagrado,&lt;br /&gt;tornasol,&lt;br /&gt;bastillas mal planchadas, costuras desprolijas de vestidos&lt;br /&gt;avaros olores escondidos de ratas que no besan la mejilla,&lt;br /&gt;geografía decadente de venas azuladas sobre lechosos cauces&lt;br /&gt;y una cancha limpia por donde recién&lt;br /&gt;hace un par de horas pasó,&lt;br /&gt;implacable,&lt;br /&gt;la hoja de afeitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-7235292193438464654?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/7235292193438464654/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=7235292193438464654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/7235292193438464654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/7235292193438464654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/nia-bajo-la-mesa-del-comedor.html' title='Niña bajo la mesa del comedor'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-116640900933133164</id><published>2006-12-17T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:30:09.343-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>La llamaban loca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;José Luis Perales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; El mundo fue de los dos y para los dos&lt;br /&gt;Su hogar unas nubes tendidas al sol&lt;br /&gt;En sus miradas amor en su respuesta sí&lt;br /&gt;Y para su dolor, un solo fin.&lt;br /&gt;El se fue los cabellos pintados de gris&lt;br /&gt;Ella dejó de cuidar las flores del jardín&lt;br /&gt;Y le decía ven, tenemos que vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca&lt;br /&gt;Y unos hombres vestidos de blanco le dijeron ven&lt;br /&gt;Y ella gritó, no señor, yo no estoy loca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estuve loca ayer,  pero fue por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el hospital en un banco al sol se la puede ver&lt;br /&gt;Sonreír, consultando su viejo reloj&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que ha de venir aquel que se marchó&lt;br /&gt;Y se llevó con él, su corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca&lt;br /&gt;Y unos hombres vestidos de blanco le dijeron ven&lt;br /&gt;Y ella gritó, no señor, yo no estoy loca,&lt;br /&gt;Estuve loca ayer,  pero fue por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah&lt;br /&gt;No vendrá, el la espera en sus nubes al sol&lt;br /&gt;En ese mundo que ayer tan solo fueron dos&lt;br /&gt;En ese mundo que, triunfó el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca&lt;br /&gt;Y unos hombres vestidos de blanco le dijeron ven&lt;br /&gt;Y ella gritó, no señor, yo no estoy loca,&lt;br /&gt;Estuve loca ayer,  pero fue por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Y los muchachos del barrio le llamaban loca&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-116640900933133164?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116640900933133164/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=116640900933133164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/116640900933133164'/><link 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bold;"&gt;todo lo que llega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se afantasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y entonces no llega&lt;br /&gt;o llega sin poner pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y apenas un remedo de voz&lt;br /&gt;sostiene&lt;br /&gt;hilo delgado&lt;br /&gt;y atento&lt;br /&gt;a encontrar al otro lado&lt;br /&gt;abismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y bailamos:&lt;br /&gt;formas de química azules&lt;br /&gt;entre las patas&lt;br /&gt;de los muebles&lt;br /&gt;y entre las mesas&lt;br /&gt;y en las copas firmes&lt;br /&gt;en su certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bailamos el baile de la inexistencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde ningún pie tropieza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gentileza de &lt;a href="http://stultiferamente.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stultifera Mente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-116511658758650369?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116511658758650369/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=116511658758650369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/116511658758650369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/116511658758650369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/12/fiesta-en-casa.html' title='Fiesta en casa'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-116460603950966651</id><published>2006-11-27T02:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:52:13.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mire y escuche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>I'd rather dance with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kings Of Convenience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I'd rather dance with you than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we just move into the other room&lt;br /&gt;There's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could hear what you said&lt;br /&gt;I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear&lt;br /&gt;Because I haven't read a single book all year&lt;br /&gt;And the only film I saw, I didn't like it at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music's too loud and the noise from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Increases the chance of misinterpretation&lt;br /&gt;So let your hips do the talking&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the swing, getting into the swing&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the swing, getting into the swing&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the swing, getting into the swing&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the swing, getting into the swing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Getting to the swing...)&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kings of Convenience - - I'D Rather Dance With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/UmwRbCYiNos"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/UmwRbCYiNos" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&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/16672082-116460603950966651?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116460603950966651/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=116460603950966651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/116460603950966651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/116460603950966651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/11/id-rather-dance-with-you.html' title='I&apos;d rather dance with you'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-116222025201049401</id><published>2006-10-30T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:57:32.023-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Curtis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babasónicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;no me des permiso&lt;br /&gt;no me adviertas no poder&lt;br /&gt;con tus compromisos y tu ayer&lt;br /&gt;no nos conocemos tanto&lt;br /&gt;no hemos compartido todo&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera tenemos amigos en común&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para enamorarme&lt;br /&gt;no necesito tu consentimiento&lt;br /&gt;dame un solo beso&lt;br /&gt;que dure más que una mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nena, algo me intriga mucho&lt;br /&gt;de eso presumo saber&lt;br /&gt;y si acaso curtimos&lt;br /&gt;sé que nos vamos a entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quizá esto se me pase mañana&lt;br /&gt;porque asi no es el amor... ya lo sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para enamorarme&lt;br /&gt;no necesito tu consentimiento&lt;br /&gt;dame un solo beso&lt;br /&gt;que dure más que una mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para enamorarme&lt;br /&gt;no necesito tu consentimiento&lt;br /&gt;dame un solo beso&lt;br /&gt;que dure más que una mentira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-116222025201049401?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116222025201049401/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=116222025201049401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/116222025201049401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/116222025201049401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/10/curtis.html' title='Curtis'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-116053199475480366</id><published>2006-10-10T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:01:02.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Dicha Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Virus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Ya no estás riéndote sola,&lt;br /&gt;ya no estás burlándote más,&lt;br /&gt;vuelves a mí&lt;br /&gt;y siento tu gozo,otro más ¿y cuántos van?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soy tan feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la dicha invade mi felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me estoy sientiendo bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de cuerpo y alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambio el canal&lt;br /&gt;y veo una foto,&lt;br /&gt;chocolate...jabón de lavar,&lt;br /&gt;la mujer me muestra sus dientes,&lt;br /&gt;transmitiendo su amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me hace feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y la dicha invade mi felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me estoy sintiendo bien de cuerpo y alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no estás riéndote sola&lt;br /&gt;ya no estás burlándote más&lt;br /&gt;Ya no estás riéndote sola&lt;br /&gt;ya no estás burlándote más&lt;br /&gt;Ya no estás riéndote sola&lt;br /&gt;ya no estás burlándote más&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-116053199475480366?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/116053199475480366/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=116053199475480366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/116053199475480366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/116053199475480366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/10/dicha-feliz.html' title='Dicha Feliz'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-115801033238808203</id><published>2006-09-11T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:34:09.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Mi Vanidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lhasa de Sela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desde que no hay maldad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no hay mi hambre&lt;br /&gt;Ni miedo ni soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hay nadie que me ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En toda esta ciudad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desde que no hay dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hay nadie que sufra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por un amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadie más que yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, no quiero olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Ya no se canta&lt;br /&gt;Como se cantaba ayer&lt;br /&gt;Ahora dicen "ven-&lt;br /&gt;Tomemos un café&lt;br /&gt;Besamos en français"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No yo no se canta&lt;br /&gt;"Sin tu amor me moriré"&lt;br /&gt;No se grita "ya&lt;br /&gt;No aguanto este sufrir&lt;br /&gt;Quiero vivir..." Linda cancion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desde que no hay maldad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo el mundo se ríe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De mi ansiedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo lo llamo "poesia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le dicen "vanidad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desde que no hay traición&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me vida se desnuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya sin pasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y no sé para qué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sirve mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Ya no se canta&lt;br /&gt;Como se cantaba ayer&lt;br /&gt;Ahora dicen "ven-&lt;br /&gt;Tomemos un café&lt;br /&gt;Besamos en français"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ya no se canta&lt;br /&gt;"Sin tu amor me moriré"&lt;br /&gt;No se grita "ya&lt;br /&gt;No aguanto este sufrir&lt;br /&gt;Quiero vivir..." Linda canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Ya no se canta&lt;br /&gt;Como se cantaba ayer&lt;br /&gt;Ahora dicen "ven-&lt;br /&gt;Tomamos un café&lt;br /&gt;Besamos en français"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, ya no se canta&lt;br /&gt;"Sin tu amor me moriré"&lt;br /&gt;No se grita "ya&lt;br /&gt;No aguanto este reir&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sufrir..." Linda canción&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-115801033238808203?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115801033238808203/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=115801033238808203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/115801033238808203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/115801033238808203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/09/mi-vanidad.html' title='Mi Vanidad'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-115678907130287653</id><published>2006-08-28T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:17:51.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>La vida sigue igual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sandro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;El tiempo y el destino me han golpeado sin cesar&lt;br /&gt;mas yo sigo adelante sin dejarme doblegar&lt;br /&gt;pues no vale llorar tampoco suplicar&lt;br /&gt;hay que pensar que todo pasará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo tuve los amigos que el dinero puede dar&lt;br /&gt;y en noches de bohemia nos dejabamos ahogar&lt;br /&gt;mas todo ya paso el tiempo lo llevo&lt;br /&gt;y aquí ya ves yo estoy y río igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! al final la vida sigue igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El vino las mujeres la parranda y el amor&lt;br /&gt;son cosas que en la vida recompensan el dolor&lt;br /&gt;debemos sonreir morirnos por vivir&lt;br /&gt;porque al final de qué vale sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo le aposté a la vida que jamás iba a llorar&lt;br /&gt;y a veces le hice trampas para poderle ganar&lt;br /&gt;pues yo no sé perder nací para triunfar&lt;br /&gt;a aquí ya ves yo estoy y río igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! al final la vida sigue igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si a veces una pena desgarró mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;seguí siempre adelante sin prestar mucha atención&lt;br /&gt;al viento yo me alié y la pena se fue&lt;br /&gt;porque el dolor mi amigo siempre fue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás se cumpliran aquellas cosas que soñé&lt;br /&gt;pues en mi largo viaje tantos sueños olvidé&lt;br /&gt;mas tanto recogí y ya tanto viví&lt;br /&gt;que pienso hoy que yo nada perdí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! al final la vida sigue igual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-115678907130287653?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115678907130287653/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=115678907130287653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/115678907130287653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/115678907130287653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/08/la-vida-sigue-igual.html' title='La vida sigue igual'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-115574602259077262</id><published>2006-08-16T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T12:33:42.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Los Dinosaurios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charly García&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los amigos del barrio pueden desaparecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los cantores de radio pueden desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;los que están en los diarios pueden desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la persona que amas puede desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Los que están en el aire pueden desaparecer en el aire,&lt;br /&gt;los que están en la calle pueden desaparecer, en la calle,&lt;br /&gt;los amigos del barrio pueden desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero los dinosaurios van a desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No estoy tranquilo mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;hoy es sábado a la noche,&lt;br /&gt;un amigo está en cana.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;desaparece el mundo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si los pesados, mi amor, llevan todo ese montón de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;equipajes en la mano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, mi amor, yo quiero estar liviano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando el mundo tira para abajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es mejor no estar atado a nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imaginen a los dinosaurios en la cama.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el mundo tira para abajo&lt;br /&gt;es mejor no estar atado a nada,&lt;br /&gt;imaginen a los dinosaurios en la cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los amigos del barrio pueden desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;los cantores de radio pueden desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;los que están en los diarios pueden desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;la persona que amas puede desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para mis amigos que comienzan a desaparecerse mutuamente aunque aún no lo sepan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-115574602259077262?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115574602259077262/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Tu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pedro Aznar , Charly García&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yo quise el fin y había más&lt;br /&gt;yo quise más, no había fin&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo quise encontrar&lt;br /&gt;estaba atrás y no aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Desde las sombras no ví las&lt;br /&gt;sombras y no ví luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No voy a llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si nadie me acompaña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no voy a dejar ni un camino sin andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sea el fin del amor&lt;br /&gt;yo he visto el fin del disfraz&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero el fin del dolor&lt;br /&gt;pero no hay fin siempre hay más.&lt;br /&gt;No existe sombra,&lt;br /&gt;no existe culpa,&lt;br /&gt;no existe cruz.&lt;br /&gt;No voy a esperar&lt;br /&gt;las caras que yo extraño,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no voy a esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que el destino hable por mí&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y en medio de las lluvias del invierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no hay tiempo ni lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo sé que entenderás&lt;br /&gt;que amor&lt;br /&gt;para quien busca una respuesta&lt;br /&gt;es un poquito más que hacerme bien.&lt;br /&gt;Yo tuve el fin y era más&lt;br /&gt;yo tuve el más y era el fin&lt;br /&gt;yo tuve el mundo a mis pies&lt;br /&gt;y no era nada sin tí&lt;br /&gt;Crucé la línea final por&lt;br /&gt;tu amor&lt;br /&gt;tan fuerte como el no-amor&lt;br /&gt;tu amor&lt;br /&gt;parábola de un mundo mejor&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor me enseña a vivir&lt;br /&gt;tu amor me enseña a sentir&lt;br /&gt;tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Yo tuve el fin y era más&lt;br /&gt;yo tuve más y era el fin&lt;br /&gt;yo tuve el mundo a mis pies y no era nada sin tí.&lt;br /&gt;Seremos salvos por nuestro amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-115351300983673788?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115351300983673788/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=115351300983673788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/115351300983673788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/115351300983673788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/tu-amor.html' title='Tu amor'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-115204608192435919</id><published>2006-07-04T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:48:01.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Please Don't let me be missunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nina Simone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baby, do you understand me now&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a little mad&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know that no one alive&lt;br /&gt;Can always be an angel&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong I seem to be bad&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree&lt;br /&gt;With a joy that's hard to hide&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it seems that all I have do is worry&lt;br /&gt;Then you're bound to see my other side&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If I seem edgy I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I never mean to take it out on you&lt;br /&gt;Life has it's problems and I get my share&lt;br /&gt;And that's one thing I never meant to do&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh baby don't you know I'm human&lt;br /&gt;Have thoughts like any other one&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself long regretting&lt;br /&gt;Some foolish thing some little simple thing I've done&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-115204608192435919?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/115204608192435919/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=115204608192435919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/115204608192435919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/115204608192435919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/07/please-dont-let-me-be-missunderstood.html' title='Please Don&apos;t let me be missunderstood'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-114961211551972756</id><published>2006-06-06T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:41:56.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Mírame sólo una vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christianes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dejado rastros en el camino&lt;br /&gt;solo tú, me hallarás, solo tú&lt;br /&gt;te he esperado tanto bajo la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;ya no sé, si seguir, ya no sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame solo una vez, solo una vez&lt;br /&gt;Mírame solo una vez&lt;br /&gt;sin despertar nunca mas, como un sueño,&lt;br /&gt;sin final, yo estaré, sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El color de viento trae tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;son de ti, son de mi, son del sol&lt;br /&gt;vagaré por mundos entre al gente&lt;br /&gt;vagaré sin pensar, sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame solo una vez, solo una vez&lt;br /&gt;mírame solo una vez&lt;br /&gt;sin despertar nunca mas, como un sueño&lt;br /&gt;sin final, yo estaré sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que vengas por mi&lt;br /&gt;antes que salga el sol&lt;br /&gt;y si el sol sale te esperaré hasta morir&lt;br /&gt;(o hasta que muera el sol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dejado rastros entre la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;solo tu los verás, solo tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirame solo una vez, solo una vez&lt;br /&gt;mírame solo una vez,&lt;br /&gt;sin despertar nunca mas, como un sueño&lt;br /&gt;sin final yo estaré sin tu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-114961211551972756?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/114961211551972756/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=114961211551972756&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/114961211551972756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/114961211551972756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/06/mrame-slo-una-vez.html' title='Mírame sólo una vez'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-114766955985740947</id><published>2006-05-15T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:10:04.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Hojas de Té</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los Tres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Hojas de té&lt;br /&gt;No sé si sirven muy bien&lt;br /&gt;Para poder hacer lo que quiero hacer&lt;br /&gt;No te entendí bien&lt;br /&gt;Tenías o no&lt;br /&gt;La biblia también nos sirve&lt;br /&gt;La fuerza o la razón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azúcar café&lt;br /&gt;Escalofríos después&lt;br /&gt;Viejo y paralizado de la cabeza a los pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cesante otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aburrimiento sin fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prefiero morir en la carcel que seguir vivo aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los recuerdos harán que te olvide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos harán que te olvide&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos harán que te olvide&lt;br /&gt;Que no se te olvide acordarte que me tienes que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el mismo andén&lt;br /&gt;Estoy contando hasta diez&lt;br /&gt;Y sin pensar demasiado piquero a la línea del tren&lt;br /&gt;No caí muy bien&lt;br /&gt;El tren se descarriló&lt;br /&gt;Cansado, molido &amp;amp; consciente, no lo quiero creer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos harán que te olvide&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos harán que te olvide&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos harán que te olvide&lt;br /&gt;Que no se te olvide acordarte que me tienes que olvidar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-114766955985740947?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/114766955985740947/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=114766955985740947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/114766955985740947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/114766955985740947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/05/hojas-de-t.html' title='Hojas de Té'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-114383352375495469</id><published>2006-03-31T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:32:03.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Solita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Babasónicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Sé tu nombre hasta cuando sueño&lt;br /&gt; Sé que en ellos no sabes quién soy&lt;br /&gt; Sé cuándo, a qué hora, dónde y cómo te gusta&lt;br /&gt; También sé que la sorpresa es para vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tengo pensado no decirte nada&lt;br /&gt; Mirarte, una sonrisa y esconderme&lt;br /&gt; Hasta que vos solita te des cuenta que te gusto&lt;br /&gt; Que estabas confundida en la pavada total&lt;br /&gt; Que estas enamorada de un chico como yo&lt;br /&gt; Mira estas enamorada de un chico como yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-114383352375495469?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/114383352375495469/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=114383352375495469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/114383352375495469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/114383352375495469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/03/solita.html' title='Solita'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-114331877937316762</id><published>2006-03-25T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:37:17.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Lo quiero ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="nota"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Hasta que choque China con Africa&lt;br /&gt;te voy a perseguir,&lt;br /&gt;sería bueno que pidieras&lt;br /&gt;que la tierra se mueva&lt;br /&gt;hasta que China choque con Africa&lt;br /&gt;te voy a preguntar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si yo fuera tu esclavo te pediría más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;si fuera tu esclavo te pediría más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada te ata a leer la novedad,&lt;br /&gt;nadie te pisa, nadie te invita,&lt;br /&gt;ni te van a chupar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;!-- FIN DEL TEXTO --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-114288401922745230</id><published>2006-03-20T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:46:59.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"O vivir con honor o morir con gloria"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bernardo O'Higgins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-114288401922745230?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/114288401922745230/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Todas íbamos a ser reinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriela Mistral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todas íbamos a ser reinas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de cuatro reinos sobre el mar&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Rosalía con Efigenia&lt;br /&gt;y Lucila con Soledad. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;En el valle de Elqui, ceñido&lt;br /&gt;de cien montañas o de más,&lt;br /&gt;que como ofrendas o tributos&lt;br /&gt;arden en rojo y azafrán, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo decíamos embriagadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y lo tuvimos por verdad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que seríamos todas reinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y llegaríamos al mar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Con las trenzas de los siete años,&lt;br /&gt;y batas claras de percal,&lt;br /&gt;persiguiendo tordos huidos&lt;br /&gt;en la sombra del higueral, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;De los cuatro reinos, decíamos,&lt;br /&gt;indudables como el Korán,&lt;br /&gt;que por grandes y por cabales&lt;br /&gt;alcanzarían hasta el mar. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cuatro esposos desposarían,&lt;br /&gt;por el tiempo de desposar,&lt;br /&gt;y eran reyes y cantadores&lt;br /&gt;como David, rey de Judá. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Y de ser grandes nuestros reinos,&lt;br /&gt;ellos tendrían, sin faltar,&lt;br /&gt;mares verdes, mares de algas,&lt;br /&gt;y el ave loca del faisán. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Y de tener todos los frutos,&lt;br /&gt;árbol de leche, árbol del pan,&lt;br /&gt;el guayacán no cortaríamos&lt;br /&gt;ni morderíamos metal. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todas íbamos a ser reinas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y de verídico reinar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero ninguna ha sido reina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni en Arauco ni en Copán&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rosalía besó marino&lt;br /&gt;ya desposado en el mar,&lt;br /&gt;y al besador, en las Guaitecas,&lt;br /&gt;se lo comió la tempestad. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Soledad crió siete hermanos&lt;br /&gt;y su sangre dejó en su pan,&lt;br /&gt;y sus ojos quedaron negros&lt;br /&gt;de no haber visto nunca el mar. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;En las viñas de Montegrande,&lt;br /&gt;con su puro seno candeal,&lt;br /&gt;mece los hijos de otras reinas&lt;br /&gt;y los suyos no mecerá. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Efigenia cruzó extranjero&lt;br /&gt;en las rutas, y sin hablar,&lt;br /&gt;le siguió, sin saberle nombre,&lt;br /&gt;porque el hombre parece el mar. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Y Lucila, que hablaba a río,&lt;br /&gt;a montaña y cañaveral,&lt;br /&gt;en las lunas de la locura&lt;br /&gt;recibió reino de verdad. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;En las nubes contó diez hijos&lt;br /&gt;y en los salares su reinar,&lt;br /&gt;en los ríos ha visto esposos&lt;br /&gt;y su manto en la tempestad. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pero en el Valle de Elqui, donde&lt;br /&gt;son cien montañas o son más,&lt;br /&gt;cantan las otras que vinieron&lt;br /&gt;y las que vienen cantarán: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;—«En la tierra seremos reinas,&lt;br /&gt;y de verídico reinar,&lt;br /&gt;y siendo grandes nuestros reinos,&lt;br /&gt;llegaremos todas al mar».&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-114162345432612608?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/114162345432612608/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=114162345432612608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/114162345432612608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/114162345432612608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/03/todas-bamos-ser-reinas.html' title='Todas íbamos a ser reinas'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-113849300223348669</id><published>2006-01-28T21:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:03:22.243-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Esa Noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Café Tacuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me hubieras dejado esa noche&lt;br /&gt;por que esa misma noche encontre un amor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecía que estaba esperando&lt;br /&gt;tu momento de partir&lt;br /&gt;parecía haber observado&lt;br /&gt;mis momentos junto a ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No me hubieras dejado esa noche&lt;br /&gt;por que esa misma noche encontre un amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me abrazó el instante mismo&lt;br /&gt;que tu me dijiste adios&lt;br /&gt;y no fue una gran tristeza&lt;br /&gt;fue como ir&lt;br /&gt;de menor a mayor&lt;br /&gt;"Tu regreso habia esperado&lt;br /&gt;mas te veia muy feliz&lt;br /&gt;en los brazos de tu amada&lt;br /&gt;te olvidaste tú de mi"&lt;br /&gt;"Mas ahora que recuerdas&lt;br /&gt;a mis brazos vuelves ya&lt;br /&gt;sere por siempre tu amante,&lt;br /&gt;tu novia... La soledad"&lt;br /&gt;"Y si alguna vez regresas&lt;br /&gt;con aquella que te amó&lt;br /&gt;sabes no sera lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;pues tambien me conoció"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; No me hubieras dejado esa noche&lt;br /&gt;por que esa misma noche encontre un amor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-113849300223348669?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/113849300223348669/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=113849300223348669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113849300223348669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alas para volar.&lt;br /&gt;Para volar&lt;br /&gt;cruzar por el espacio en libertad&lt;br /&gt;cruzar por el espacio en libertad.&lt;br /&gt;En libertad, como los pajarillos&lt;br /&gt;en libertad&lt;br /&gt;que nadie me pregunte: ¿a dónde vas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino sin fronteras quisiera ser,&lt;br /&gt;quisiera ser,&lt;br /&gt;camino sin fronteras quisiera ser,&lt;br /&gt;camino sin fronteras quisiera ser.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser,&lt;br /&gt;sin prisa ni motivo para volver&lt;br /&gt;sin prisa ni motivo para volver.&lt;br /&gt;En libertad, como los pajarillos,&lt;br /&gt;en libertad,&lt;br /&gt;que nadie me pregunte: ¿a dónde vas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser espuma y ola en el mar,&lt;br /&gt;ola en el mar,&lt;br /&gt;quisiera ser espuma y ola en el mar,&lt;br /&gt;quisiera ser espuma y ola en el mar.&lt;br /&gt;Ola en el mar&lt;br /&gt;que llega hasta la orilla y vuelve atrás&lt;br /&gt;que llega hasta la orilla y vuelve atrás.&lt;br /&gt;En libertad, como los pajarillos,&lt;br /&gt;en libertad.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie me pregunte: ¿a dónde vas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso cada día al despertar,&lt;br /&gt;al despertar,&lt;br /&gt;un beso cada día al despertar,&lt;br /&gt;un beso cada día al despertar.&lt;br /&gt;al despertar,&lt;br /&gt;de labios que te dejen en libertad&lt;br /&gt;de labios que te dejen en libertad.&lt;br /&gt;En libertad, como los pajarillos,&lt;br /&gt;en libertad.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie me pregunte: ¿a dónde vas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-113762169733590853?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/113762169733590853/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=113762169733590853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113762169733590853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113762169733590853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2006/01/en-libertad.html' title='En libertad'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-113573821140251068</id><published>2005-12-27T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:50:11.413-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Amores Incompletos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Los Tres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Amores incompletos he tenido por montones&lt;br /&gt;Y aún me penan, aún me penan&lt;br /&gt;Han turbado mi mente, fusilado mis ganas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estoy secando lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Debilitando y muriendo irremediablemente&lt;br /&gt;Amores incompletos me anularon por errores&lt;br /&gt;Agrietaron ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amores incompletos he tenido por montones&lt;br /&gt;Y aún me penan, Aún me penan&lt;br /&gt;Sin mirarme, me quebraste&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentirte, me golpeaste&lt;br /&gt;Con tu Alma aparece&lt;br /&gt;Con el mal se retuerce&lt;br /&gt;Amores incompletos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-113573821140251068?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/113573821140251068/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Risa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babasónicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; En la palestra de desconocidos&lt;br /&gt;buscó a su lado el calor&lt;br /&gt;y simulando mojarle el oído&lt;br /&gt;le besó el cuello y le dijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustas tanto&lt;br /&gt;quisiera aprenderme tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;me gustas tanto que&lt;br /&gt;no sé por donde voy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me le acerqué suspicaz&lt;br /&gt;y le tendí un anzuelo&lt;br /&gt;vamos a fumar un porro ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta verte reír&lt;br /&gt;me gusta tanto tu coqueteo&lt;br /&gt;me gustas tanto&lt;br /&gt;quisiera aprenderme tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;me gustas tanto que&lt;br /&gt;no sé por donde voy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una idea, no me hables de ti y&lt;br /&gt;mucho menos de tu pasado&lt;br /&gt;algo en tus labios color carmín&lt;br /&gt;sugiere que vayamos al grano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! la alegría llegó&lt;br /&gt;la alegría llegó&lt;br /&gt;y sé que no dura para siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-113556679877108863?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/113556679877108863/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=113556679877108863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113556679877108863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113556679877108863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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los subtes&lt;br /&gt;ni en los libros prestados,&lt;br /&gt;ni en el hasta mañana.&lt;br /&gt;No estarás en mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;en el destino original de mis palabras,&lt;br /&gt;ni en una cifra telefónica estarás,&lt;br /&gt;o en el color de un par de guantes&lt;br /&gt;o una blusa.&lt;br /&gt;Me enojaré&lt;br /&gt;amor mío&lt;br /&gt;sin que sea por ti,&lt;br /&gt;y compraré bombones&lt;br /&gt;pero no para ti,&lt;br /&gt;me pararé en la esquina&lt;br /&gt;a la que no vendrás&lt;br /&gt;y diré las cosas que sé decir&lt;br /&gt;y comeré las cosas que sé comer&lt;br /&gt;y soñaré los sueños que se sueñan.&lt;br /&gt;Y se muy bien que no estarás&lt;br /&gt;ni aquí dentro de la cárcel donde te retengo,&lt;br /&gt;ni allí afuera&lt;br /&gt;en ese río de calles y de puentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No estarás para nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no serás mi recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y cuando piense en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensaré un pensamiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-113203298770178610?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/113203298770178610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=113203298770178610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113203298770178610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113203298770178610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2005/11/el-futuro.html' title='El Futuro'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-113203289336947712</id><published>2005-11-15T02:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T02:34:53.380-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Labios de Rubí</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sandro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Por ese palpitar que tiene tu mirar&lt;br /&gt;yo puedo presentir que tu debes sufrir&lt;br /&gt;igual que sufro yo por esta situacion          &lt;br /&gt;que nubla la razon sin permitir pensar&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;En que ha de concluir el drama singular&lt;br /&gt;que existe entre los dos tratando simular&lt;br /&gt;tan solo una amistad, mientras en realidad&lt;br /&gt;se agita la pasión que muerde el corazón&lt;br /&gt;y que obliga a callar, Yo te amo, Yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios de rubí, de rojo carmesí&lt;br /&gt;parecen murmurar mil cosas sin hablar&lt;br /&gt;y yo que estoy aqui sentado frente a ti&lt;br /&gt;me siento desangrar sin poder conversar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratando de decir tal vez sea mejor&lt;br /&gt;me marche yo de aqui para no vernos más&lt;br /&gt;total que mas me da, ya se que sufrire&lt;br /&gt;pero al final tendre tranquilo el corazón&lt;br /&gt;y al fin podré gritar, Yo te amo, &lt;br /&gt;Yo te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios de rubí, de rojo carmesí&lt;br /&gt;parecen murmurar mil cosas sin hablar&lt;br /&gt;y yo que estoy aqui sentado frente a ti&lt;br /&gt;me siento desangrar sin poder conversar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratando de decir tal vez sea mejor&lt;br /&gt;me marche yo de aqui para no vernos más&lt;br /&gt;total que mas me da, ya se que sufrire&lt;br /&gt;pero al final tendre tranquilo el corazón&lt;br /&gt;y al fin podré gritar, Yo te amo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-113203289336947712?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/113203289336947712/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=113203289336947712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113203289336947712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113203289336947712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2005/11/labios-de-rub.html' title='Labios de Rubí'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-113190865073126987</id><published>2005-11-13T16:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:04:10.733-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Romance Ilegal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hechizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Te propongo que vivamos un romance ilegal&lt;br /&gt;si te gusto y tu me gustas no lo evitemos mas&lt;br /&gt;podemos ser mas que amigos pero sin hablar de amor&lt;br /&gt;te propongo que vivamos nuestro romance ilegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero sin enamorarnos, pero sin enamorarnos&lt;br /&gt;aunque suframos los dos nuestro romance ilegal&lt;br /&gt;pero sin enamorarnos, pero sin enamorarnos&lt;br /&gt;tu me das y yo te doy pero sin hablar de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que no podemos querernos en libertad&lt;br /&gt;los dos llevamos cadenas no los podemos amar&lt;br /&gt;pero el fuego que nos quema no podemos apagar&lt;br /&gt;te propongo que vivamos nuestro romance ilegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero sin enamorarnos, pero sin enamorarnos&lt;br /&gt;aunque suframos los dos nuestro romance ilegal&lt;br /&gt;pero sin enamorarnos, pero sin enamorarnos&lt;br /&gt;tu me das y yo te doy pero sin hablar de amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-113021711044341859</id><published>2005-10-25T02:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:11:50.450-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Sur toi</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;J'écris sur ce que j'endure&lt;br /&gt;Les petites morts, sur les blessures&lt;br /&gt;J'écris ma peur&lt;br /&gt;Mon manque d'amour&lt;br /&gt;J'écris du coeur&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est toujours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur ce que je n'ai pas pu dire&lt;br /&gt;Pas pu vivre, pas su retenir&lt;br /&gt;J'écris en vers&lt;br /&gt;Et contre tous&lt;br /&gt;C'est toujours l'enfer&lt;br /&gt;Qui me pousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jeter l'encre sur le papier&lt;br /&gt;La faute sur ceux qui m'ont laissée&lt;br /&gt;Ecrire, c'est toujours reculer&lt;br /&gt;L'instant où tout s'est écroulé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On n'écrit pas&lt;br /&gt;Sur ce qu'on aime&lt;br /&gt;Sur ce qui ne pose pas&lt;br /&gt;Problème&lt;br /&gt;Voilà pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Je n'écris pas&lt;br /&gt;Sur toi&lt;br /&gt;Rassure-toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'écris sur ce qui me blesse&lt;br /&gt;La liste des forces qu'il me reste&lt;br /&gt;Mes kilomètres de vis manquée&lt;br /&gt;De mal en prose, de vers brisés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'écris comme on miaule sous la lune&lt;br /&gt;Dans la nuit, je trempe ma plume&lt;br /&gt;J'écris l'abcès&lt;br /&gt;J'écris l'absent&lt;br /&gt;J'écris la pluie&lt;br /&gt;Pas le beau temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'écris ce qui ne se dit pas&lt;br /&gt;Sur les murs, j'écris sur les toits&lt;br /&gt;Ecrire, c'est toujours revenir&lt;br /&gt;A ceux qui nous ont fait partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On n'écrit pas qu'on manque de rien&lt;br /&gt;Qu'on est heureux, que tout va bien&lt;br /&gt;Voilà pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Je n'écris pas&lt;br /&gt;Sur toi&lt;br /&gt;Rassure-toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'écris quand j'ai mal aux autres&lt;br /&gt;Quand ma peine ressemble à la votre&lt;br /&gt;Quand le monde me fait le gros dos&lt;br /&gt;Je lui fais porter le chapeau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'écris le blues indélébile&lt;br /&gt;Ça me paraît moins difficile&lt;br /&gt;De dire à tous plutôt qu'à un&lt;br /&gt;Et d'avoir le mot de la fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il faut qu'elle soit partie déjà&lt;br /&gt;Pour écrire " ne me quitte pas "&lt;br /&gt;Qu'ils ne vivent plus sous le même toit&lt;br /&gt;Pour qu'il vienne lui dire qu'il s'en va&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On n'écrit pas la chance qu'on a&lt;br /&gt;Pas de chanson d'amour quand on en a&lt;br /&gt;Voilà pourquoi, mon amour&lt;br /&gt;Je n'écris rien&lt;br /&gt;Sur toi&lt;br /&gt;Rassure-toi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-113011929571842289</id><published>2005-10-23T22:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:13:41.866-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Jaques Prevert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="cuerpo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sobre Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo escribo sobre lo que sufro,&lt;br /&gt;Muertes pequeñas, sobre las heridas.&lt;br /&gt;Escribo mis miedos,&lt;br /&gt;mi falta de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Yo escribo con mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Pero siempre es&lt;br /&gt;sobre lo que no pude decir,&lt;br /&gt;no he podido vivir, ni sabido cómo retener.&lt;br /&gt;Escribo versos contra todo.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es el infierno&lt;br /&gt;que me empuja&lt;br /&gt;a tirar tinta en el papel.&lt;br /&gt;La culpa en aquéllos que me dejaron.&lt;br /&gt;Escribir, es siempre retrasar&lt;br /&gt;el momento cuando todo se derrumbará.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie escribe&lt;br /&gt;sobre lo que a uno le gusta,&lt;br /&gt;sobre lo que no crea problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Por esta razón yo no escribo Sobre Ti,&lt;br /&gt;quédate Tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo escribo sobre lo que me hiere,&lt;br /&gt;la lista de las fuerzas que permanecen en mí,&lt;br /&gt;mis kilómetros de vida perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Escribo mi infierno con prosa y versos rotos.&lt;br /&gt;Escribo como si estuviera maullando bajo la luna.&lt;br /&gt;En la oscuridad de la noche, yo empapo mi pluma.&lt;br /&gt;Escribo el ausente.&lt;br /&gt;Escribo la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;nunca el buen tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo escribo lo que no se permite sea dicho.&lt;br /&gt;Lo escribo en las paredes, lo escribo en los tejados.&lt;br /&gt;Escribir, es siempre volver atrás&lt;br /&gt;a aquéllos que nos hicieron partir.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie escribe que no necesita nada más,&lt;br /&gt;que está  feliz, que todo va bien.&lt;br /&gt;Por esta razón,&lt;br /&gt;yo no escribo sobre ti.&lt;br /&gt;Quédate tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribo cuando los otros me hieren,&lt;br /&gt;cuando mi dolor es el mismo que el  tuyo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando el mundo me muestra su lado malo,&lt;br /&gt;yo lo hago responsable.&lt;br /&gt;Escribo la horrible depresión.&lt;br /&gt;Parece menos difícil para mí&lt;br /&gt;decirlo a todos en lugar de a uno&lt;br /&gt;y tener la palabra al final.&lt;br /&gt;Es necesario que ella ya se haya ido,&lt;br /&gt;para escribir "no me dejes!";&lt;br /&gt;que ellos no vivan más bajo el mismo techo,&lt;br /&gt;para decir "Por eso los dejé”.&lt;br /&gt;La Felicidad no necesita ser escrita.&lt;br /&gt;No necesito escribir una canción de amor&lt;br /&gt;cuando tengo amor en mi hogar.&lt;br /&gt;Por esta razón, mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;yo no escribo sobre ti.&lt;br /&gt;Quédate tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;También lo pueden leer &lt;a href="http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2005/10/sur-toi.html"&gt;en francés&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links donde leer más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.islapoetica.com.mx/poesia-generica/surrealista.htm"&gt;Poesía Surrealista&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laprensa.com.ni/archivo/2005/marzo/05/literaria/ensayos/ensayos-20050304-02.html"&gt;Perfil Literario de Prevert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marcelosaraceno.tripod.com/poemasprevert.html"&gt;Poemas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/versoados/webpoemas_dos/prevert.htm"&gt;Otros poemas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lexia.com.ar/PREVERT.htm"&gt;Más poemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com.ar/Cleopatra/losgrandes/g10.htm"&gt;Aún más poemas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-113011929571842289?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/113011929571842289/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=113011929571842289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113011929571842289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/113011929571842289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2005/10/jaques-prevert.html' title='Jaques Prevert'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-112908638349038863</id><published>2005-10-12T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:06:23.496-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alanis Morrisette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; How about getting off of these antibiotics &lt;br /&gt;How about stopping eating when I'm filled up &lt;br /&gt;How about them transparent dangling carrots &lt;br /&gt;How about that ever elusive kudo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you India &lt;br /&gt;Thank you terror &lt;br /&gt;Thank you disillusionment &lt;br /&gt;Thank you frailty &lt;br /&gt;Thank you consequence &lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you silence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about me not blaming you for everything &lt;br /&gt;How about me enjoying the moment for once &lt;br /&gt;How about how good it feels to finally forgive you &lt;br /&gt;How about grieving it all one at a time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you India &lt;br /&gt;Thank you terror &lt;br /&gt;Thank you disillusionment &lt;br /&gt;Thank you frailty &lt;br /&gt;Thank you consequence &lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you silence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I let go of it was &lt;br /&gt;The moment I got more than I could handle &lt;br /&gt;The moment I jumped off of it was &lt;br /&gt;The moment I touched down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no longer being masochistic &lt;br /&gt;How about remembering your divinity &lt;br /&gt;How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out &lt;br /&gt;How about not equating death with stopping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you India &lt;br /&gt;Thank you providence &lt;br /&gt;Thank you disillusionment &lt;br /&gt;Thank you nothingness &lt;br /&gt;Thank you clarity &lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-112908638349038863?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/112908638349038863/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=112908638349038863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/112908638349038863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/112908638349038863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2005/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-112862356516838653</id><published>2005-10-06T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:32:45.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>It's all so quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bjork&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's all so quiet, shhhhh shhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;It's all so still, shhhhh shhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone, shhhhh shhhhh&lt;br /&gt;And so peaceful until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love, sick fool.&lt;br /&gt;The sky up above, sick fool,&lt;br /&gt;Is caving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever feel so nuts about a guy,&lt;br /&gt;You wanna laugh, you wanna cry,&lt;br /&gt;You cross your heart and hope to die, Till it's over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, shhhhh shhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;It's nice and quiet, shhhhh shhh;&lt;br /&gt;But soon again, shhhh shhhh,&lt;br /&gt;Starts another big riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blow a fuse, sick fool.&lt;br /&gt;The tail cuts loose, sick fool.&lt;br /&gt;So what's the use, Of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's oh so quiet. It's oh so still.&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone, And so peaceful until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ring the bell, bimm bamm.&lt;br /&gt;You shout and you yell, oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;You broke the spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where you almost have a fit.&lt;br /&gt;This guy is caught and I got hit.&lt;br /&gt;There's no mistake, this it it!&lt;br /&gt;Till it's over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, It's nice and quiet, shhhh shhhh.&lt;br /&gt;But soon again, shhhh shhhh,&lt;br /&gt;Starts another big riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blow a fuse, sick fool.&lt;br /&gt;The tail cuts loose, sick fool.&lt;br /&gt;So what's the use, Of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is in, the tail cuts loose.&lt;br /&gt;You blow, blow, blow, blow, blow a fuse Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;When you fall in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-112862356516838653?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/112862356516838653/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=112862356516838653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/112862356516838653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/112862356516838653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-all-so-quiet.html' title='It&apos;s all so quiet'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-112847321611309822</id><published>2005-10-04T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:46:56.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Los salieris de Charly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;León Gieco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Somos campesinos de la raza de altroque&lt;br /&gt;Jamas un turista del famoso deme tres&lt;br /&gt;Nacimos en el pasto , asado y mucho vino&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca seremos un gordito argentino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos gusta la tierra, odiamos la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabemos que en el polvo no hay oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;Andamos de aqui , andamos para allá&lt;br /&gt;Chocamos a pais diciendo la verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal , no somos cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;Nunca nos odiaron en la escuela&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal , no somos cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mentimos en la iglesia&lt;br /&gt;Somos del grupo los salieris de Charly&lt;br /&gt;Le robamos melodias a él, ah, ah, ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ya un presidente joven&lt;br /&gt;que ame la vida, que enfrente la muerte&lt;br /&gt;La tuya, la mia, de un perro, de un gato,&lt;br /&gt;de un árbol de toda la gente&lt;br /&gt;Compramos el Página, leemos a Galeano&lt;br /&gt;cantamos con la Negra, escuchamos Víctor Jara&lt;br /&gt;Dicen la juventud no tiene&lt;br /&gt;para gobernar experiencia suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal , que nunca la tenga&lt;br /&gt;experiencia de robar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal , que nunca la tenga&lt;br /&gt;experiencia de mentir&lt;br /&gt;Somos del grupo los salieris de Charly&lt;br /&gt;Le robamos melodias a él, ah, ah, ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque tengamos un equipo Robertone&lt;br /&gt;un Leme, un ucoa, para sacar la voz&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sobrará para decirte fuerte&lt;br /&gt;si sos un mierda o no&lt;br /&gt;En la perla del once compusiste "la balsa"&lt;br /&gt;despues de la cana no saliste más&lt;br /&gt;Quá nos dirán por no pensar lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;ahora que no existe el comunismo&lt;br /&gt;Estaran pensando igual&lt;br /&gt;ahora son todos enfermitos&lt;br /&gt;Estaran pensando igual&lt;br /&gt;ahora son todos drogadictos&lt;br /&gt;Somos del grupo los salieris de Charly&lt;br /&gt;Le robamos melodias a él, ah, ah, ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 1 % quiere esto torcer&lt;br /&gt;El 9 % tiene el poder&lt;br /&gt;De lo que queda el 50 solo come&lt;br /&gt;Y el resto se muere sin saber por qué&lt;br /&gt;Es mi pais , es el pais de Cristo&lt;br /&gt;damos todo sin recibir&lt;br /&gt;Es mi pais , es un pais esponja&lt;br /&gt;se chupa todo lo que pasó&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal que estamos acá&lt;br /&gt;nosotros no vamos a transar&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal que estamos aca&lt;br /&gt;nosotros no vamos a parar&lt;br /&gt;Somos del grupo los salieris de Charly&lt;br /&gt;Le robamos melodias a él, ah, ah, ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos tipos solos, comemos de la lata&lt;br /&gt;nos gusta el sol del cementerio de Tilcara&lt;br /&gt;Nos apura la Odeon , nos apuran los amigos&lt;br /&gt;Nos gastan por teléfono pidiendo si tenemos&lt;br /&gt;Les damos guita a los basureros&lt;br /&gt;vendemos muchos discos pero somos igual que ellos&lt;br /&gt;Que culpa tenemos si vamos al bar mas rasca&lt;br /&gt;a tomarnos unos vinos con el borracho que nos canta&lt;br /&gt;Nos gusta Magaldi cantando chamame&lt;br /&gt;Siempre mencionamos a Pugliese&lt;br /&gt;Troilo y Grela es disco cabecera&lt;br /&gt;Siempre mencionamos a Pugliese&lt;br /&gt;Somos del grupo los salieris de Charly&lt;br /&gt;Le robamos melodias a él, ah, ah, ah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-112763554989887083</id><published>2005-09-25T04:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T04:05:49.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Everything Is (Falling Into Place)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kevin Johansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds wrong / And I don't have the face&lt;br /&gt;But lately everything / Is falling into place&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds dumb / But it ain't no disgrace&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so damn good / To be out of the race&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds strange / To really feel free&lt;br /&gt;But how can you complain&lt;br /&gt;If it's the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You know I got a pop heart / What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I love a simple tune / That anyone can play&lt;br /&gt;See this little girl / She's 7 years old (4 in the photo)&lt;br /&gt;You listen to her sing / And you listen to her soul&lt;br /&gt;So what is the need / For all (of) us as a race&lt;br /&gt;So why, oh! all the greed / If it's gone in a day&lt;br /&gt;And everything's falling into place...&lt;br /&gt;(Everything is, everything is)&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-112763554989887083?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/112763554989887083/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=112763554989887083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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italic;"&gt;Vicente Huidobro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venía hacia mí por la sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Por el camino de su gracia&lt;br /&gt;Y cambiaba las horas del día&lt;br /&gt;El cielo de la noche se convertía en el cielo del amanecer&lt;br /&gt;El mar era un árbol frondoso lleno de pájaros&lt;br /&gt;Las flores daban campanadas de alegría&lt;br /&gt;Y mi corazón se ponía a perfumar enloquecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van andando los días a lo largo del año&lt;br /&gt;¿En dónde estás?&lt;br /&gt;Me crece la mirada&lt;br /&gt;Se me alargan las manos&lt;br /&gt;En vano la soledad abre sus puertas&lt;br /&gt;Y el silencio se llena de tus pasos de antaño&lt;br /&gt;Me crece el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Se me alargan los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y quisiera pedir otros ojos&lt;br /&gt;Para ponerlos allí donde terminan los míos&lt;br /&gt;¿En dónde estás ahora?&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué sitio del mundo se está haciendo tibio con tu presencia?&lt;br /&gt;Me crece el corazón como una esponja&lt;br /&gt;O como esos corales que van a formar islas&lt;br /&gt;Es inútil mirar los astros&lt;br /&gt;O interrogar las piedras encanecidas&lt;br /&gt;Es inútil mirar ese árbol que te dijo adiós el último&lt;br /&gt;Y te saludará el primero a tu regreso&lt;br /&gt;Eres sustancia de lejanía&lt;br /&gt;Y no hay remedio&lt;br /&gt;Andan los días en tu busca&lt;br /&gt;A qué seguir por todas partes la huella de sus pasos&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo canta dulcemente&lt;br /&gt;Mientras la herida cierra los párpados para dormirse&lt;br /&gt;Me crece el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Hasta romper sus horizontes&lt;br /&gt;Hasta salir por encima de los árboles&lt;br /&gt;Y estrellarse en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;La noche sabe qué corazón tiene más amargura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo las flores y me pierdo en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;De soledad en soledad&lt;br /&gt;Sigo las olas y me pierdo en la noche&lt;br /&gt;De soledad en soledad&lt;br /&gt;Tú has escondido la luz en alguna parte&lt;br /&gt;¿En dónde? ¿En dónde?&lt;br /&gt;Andan los días en tu busca&lt;br /&gt;Los días llagados coronados de espinas&lt;br /&gt;Se caen se levantan&lt;br /&gt;Y van goteando sangre&lt;br /&gt;Te buscan los caminos de la tierra&lt;br /&gt;De soledad en soledad&lt;br /&gt;Me crece terriblemente el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Nada vuelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo es otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;Nada vuelve nada vuelve&lt;br /&gt;Se van las flores y las hierbas&lt;br /&gt;El perfume apenas llega como una campanada de otra provincia&lt;br /&gt;Vienen otras miradas y otras voces&lt;br /&gt;Viene otra agua en el río&lt;br /&gt;Vienen otras hojas de repente en el bosque&lt;br /&gt;Todo es otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;Nada vuelve&lt;br /&gt;Se fueron los caminos&lt;br /&gt;Se fueron los minutos y las horas&lt;br /&gt;Se alejó el río para siempre&lt;br /&gt;Como los cometas que tanto admiramos&lt;br /&gt;Desbordará mi corazón sobre la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Y el universo será mi corazón&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-112706421224469978</id><published>2005-09-18T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:23:32.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Let me kiss you</title><content type='html'>There's a place in the sun for anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who has the will&lt;br /&gt;to chase one and I think I found mine&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do believe I have found mine.&lt;br /&gt;So, close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And think of someone you physically admire&lt;br /&gt;And let me kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zigzagged all over America&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot find&lt;br /&gt;A safety heaven&lt;br /&gt;Say, would you let me cry on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that you'd try anything twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And think of someone you physically admire&lt;br /&gt;And let me kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you see someone that you physically despise&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is open&lt;br /&gt;My heart is open to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morrisey&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/16672082-112706421224469978?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/112706421224469978/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=112706421224469978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tristeza no tiene fin&lt;br /&gt;la felicidad sí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad es como una gota&lt;br /&gt;de rocío en el pétalo de una flor&lt;br /&gt;Brilla tranquila&lt;br /&gt;después levemente oscila&lt;br /&gt;y cae como una lágrima de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad del pobre se parece&lt;br /&gt;a la gran ilusión del carnaval&lt;br /&gt;La gente trabaja el año entero&lt;br /&gt;por un momento de sueño&lt;br /&gt;para hacer la fantasía&lt;br /&gt;De rey o de pirata o jardinera&lt;br /&gt;Para que todo se acaba el miércoles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tristeza no tiene fin&lt;br /&gt;la felicidad sí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad es como la pluma&lt;br /&gt;que el viento va elevando por los aires&lt;br /&gt;Se eleva&lt;br /&gt;pero tiene una vida breve&lt;br /&gt;necesita que halla viento sin parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi felicidad está soñando&lt;br /&gt;con los ojos de mi enamorada&lt;br /&gt;Es como esta noche&lt;br /&gt;pasando, pasando&lt;br /&gt;en busca de la madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Hablen bajo por favor&lt;br /&gt;Para que ella despierte alegre como el día&lt;br /&gt;Ofreciendo besos de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tristeza no tiene fin&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad sí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra original &lt;a href="http://tom-jobim.letras.terra.com.br/letras/53/"&gt;aquí&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N del A: Dado que no sé portugués, no me hago cargo de los errores en la traducción&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-112665086674846544?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/112665086674846544/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=112665086674846544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/112665086674846544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/112665086674846544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/2005/09/la-felicidad.html' title='La felicidad'/><author><name>Samanta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://static.flickr.com/32/43430693_9e7c0b74c4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16672082.post-112658870471237423</id><published>2005-09-08T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T01:18:24.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bajo el efecto de las condiciones originales y las potencialidades organizacionales, las nuevas realidades, desordenadas, gatillan encuentros aleatorios y producen orden y organización.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnep.org.mx/Informacion/resenas/propuestaseducativas.htm"&gt;No sé de quién es&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-112658870471237423?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/112658870471237423/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=112658870471237423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/112658870471237423'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí plantaré el rosal&lt;br /&gt;de las espinas más gruesas&lt;br /&gt;tendré lista la corona&lt;br /&gt;para cuando en mí te mueras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mi tristeza violeta azul&lt;br /&gt;clavelina roja pa' mi pasión&lt;br /&gt;y para saber si me correspondes&lt;br /&gt;deshojo un blanco manzanillón&lt;br /&gt;si me quiere mucho, poquito, nada&lt;br /&gt;tranquilo queda mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creciendo irán poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;los alegres pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;cuando ya estén florecidos&lt;br /&gt;irá lejos tu recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la flor de la amapola&lt;br /&gt;seré su mejor amiga&lt;br /&gt;la pondré bajo la almohada&lt;br /&gt;para quedarme dormida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mi tristeza violeta azul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cogollo de toronjil&lt;br /&gt;cuando me aumenten las penas&lt;br /&gt;las flores de mi jardín&lt;br /&gt;han de ser mis enfermeras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si acaso yo me ausento&lt;br /&gt;antes que tu te arrepientas&lt;br /&gt;herederás estas flores&lt;br /&gt;ven a curarte con ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mi tristeza violeta azul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16672082-112658458375944131?l=cajondesamanta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cajondesamanta.blogspot.com/feeds/112658458375944131/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16672082&amp;postID=112658458375944131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/112658458375944131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16672082/posts/default/112658458375944131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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