<?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-7238110515056356814</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:03:53.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meine Poesie-Ecke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Floriane Frojenborg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10180833361662639684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUrnn7fOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vayWq0XLKFc/S220/floriane+2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238110515056356814.post-7261760711203063784</id><published>2009-10-06T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:14:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsvPKXfhxtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rma1nmUmG-8/s1600-h/desamorrr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsvPKXfhxtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rma1nmUmG-8/s320/desamorrr.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389629156090824402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desearía que no me hubieras besado aquella noche,&lt;br /&gt;El viento se atreve a llevarse mis lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera darme por vencida en tu mar tormentoso&lt;br /&gt;Y que la inmensa soledad me cubra por completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la eternidad de la noche se extingue tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo tus espinas se clavan más profundo,&lt;br /&gt;Tan frío como la época del año en que te conocí&lt;br /&gt;Compre todas las ilusiones que había a la venta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mis brazos encontrarías paz y seguridad,&lt;br /&gt;si tan solo me permitieras amarte como te mereces,&lt;br /&gt;Ese miedo que te ciega, que cada día nos aleja mas.&lt;br /&gt;Podrán los besos infinitos vencer el tan extraño pasado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pura y frágil es la esperanza que me guia,&lt;br /&gt;A penas me atrevo a susurrarte mi dolor,&lt;br /&gt;La inmensidad de este amor me encoje,&lt;br /&gt;Cierro los ojos para tratar de verte mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese amor lejano que todavía te descoloca,&lt;br /&gt;Podremos cumplir lo que nos prometimos al principio?&lt;br /&gt;Terminará el silencio reduciéndonos a los dos?&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que el invierno volviera a nuestro mundo,&lt;br /&gt;que la ingenuidad me cegara nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;o que tu amor me llenara de seguridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño las noches en las que tu alma me pertenecía...&lt;br /&gt;En las que soñaba que nuestro amor era tan verdadero&lt;br /&gt;como los dioses que guían nuestras vidas.&lt;br /&gt;No habría dudas, no habría dolor, si tan solo me dieras tu corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238110515056356814-7261760711203063784?l=meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/feeds/7261760711203063784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/desearia-que-no-me-hubieras-besado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/7261760711203063784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/7261760711203063784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/desearia-que-no-me-hubieras-besado.html' title=''/><author><name>Floriane Frojenborg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10180833361662639684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUrnn7fOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vayWq0XLKFc/S220/floriane+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsvPKXfhxtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rma1nmUmG-8/s72-c/desamorrr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238110515056356814.post-5399520462876398963</id><published>2009-10-06T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:37:11.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordeal</title><content type='html'>I don’t know if I want to see your eyes reflected in mines anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I’m the only one who is evaporating, &lt;br /&gt;but I do know that your ghost will be our end. &lt;br /&gt;No blue skies inside your weeping eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfalls covering our souls with a white light... &lt;br /&gt;Broken hopes and fagile love... &lt;br /&gt;There’s no more air in this earth. &lt;br /&gt;Every other day... I dare to shed a tear for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to get used to you... &lt;br /&gt;But you are such a rustic knight&lt;br /&gt;Not even my love will fix you. &lt;br /&gt;Still alive, waiting for your hands to meet mines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my time tinking about you &lt;br /&gt;pretending you are something you aren’t &lt;br /&gt;there is no hope, you are my fallen angel &lt;br /&gt;Living a hell, dreaming with a better life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t be so lost... &lt;br /&gt;If only you´d dare to love me deeply. &lt;br /&gt;Let the gods help you through this ordeal&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will ever hurt you again .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238110515056356814-5399520462876398963?l=meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/feeds/5399520462876398963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/ordeal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/5399520462876398963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/5399520462876398963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/ordeal.html' title='Ordeal'/><author><name>Floriane Frojenborg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10180833361662639684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUrnn7fOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vayWq0XLKFc/S220/floriane+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238110515056356814.post-8868238658287847696</id><published>2009-10-05T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:07:37.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/Ssq0NLSeJUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yQM_ykz0ouw/s1600-h/bor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/Ssq0NLSeJUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yQM_ykz0ouw/s320/bor.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389318042563781954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo la forma en la que&lt;br /&gt;me pierdo en tus ojos infinitos&lt;br /&gt;mientras nuestros cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;se funden en un mar de delirio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero por sobre todo,&lt;br /&gt;amo la forma en la que tus labios &lt;br /&gt;responden a los mios&lt;br /&gt;durante ese éxtasis de amor desnudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar del inmenso amor que me demuestras&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que pudieras dejar&lt;br /&gt;de lado tu armadura,&lt;br /&gt;que, de vez en cuando, &lt;br /&gt;me mostraras lo mas sensible de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podran tus abrazos mantener la calma??&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia mas lejano, cada dia mas frio...&lt;br /&gt;Perfecto y vacio, eterno y desconocido&lt;br /&gt;Solo pido un poco mas de seguridad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238110515056356814-8868238658287847696?l=meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8868238658287847696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/amo-la-forma-en-la-que-me-pierdo-en-tus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/8868238658287847696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/8868238658287847696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/amo-la-forma-en-la-que-me-pierdo-en-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>Floriane Frojenborg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10180833361662639684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUrnn7fOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vayWq0XLKFc/S220/floriane+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/Ssq0NLSeJUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yQM_ykz0ouw/s72-c/bor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238110515056356814.post-6393706933259190365</id><published>2009-10-02T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:38:43.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Némesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsZIp-EId-I/AAAAAAAAABk/RIQy9pxyoVE/s1600-h/LuisRoyo43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsZIp-EId-I/AAAAAAAAABk/RIQy9pxyoVE/s320/LuisRoyo43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388073890067544034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desprendo de mi piel gracias a un poder ancestral...&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que sea necesesário emergeré con renovador vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás no quiera que lo veas,&lt;br /&gt;Pero estoy llena de defectos.&lt;br /&gt;De todas formas algo habrás descubierto.&lt;br /&gt;Intentaré no expresarte mi energía emocional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debería de aceptar tus consejos&lt;br /&gt;Dejar de analizar las situaciones y personas.&lt;br /&gt;Alejarme de ese camino oscuro&lt;br /&gt;De mi veneno, de mis lágrimas y sangre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuánto tiempo más?&lt;br /&gt;Colapsos y nervios,&lt;br /&gt;Pero jamás indolencia y pereza-&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto tiempo mas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la frialdad me invade&lt;br /&gt;Se debe a tus acciones...&lt;br /&gt;Siempre dependeré de ellas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero...podré compensar las perdidas rápidamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De alguna forma detesto tu ser&lt;br /&gt;Y ese odio no tiene limites,&lt;br /&gt;Pero siempre lo haré de forma silenciosa &lt;br /&gt;Solo es cuestión de esperar el momento exacto para la venganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malditas voces internas&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá se callaran algún día...&lt;br /&gt;Ya que, no solo me cuidan,&lt;br /&gt;Sino que también generan celos y arrogancia.&lt;br /&gt;Los cuales reiteradas veces me han hecho perder el control sobre mi persona &lt;br /&gt;Y llevarme por caminos destructivos, tanto para mí como para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El resentimiento es algo que siempre llevare conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Es difícil perdonar cuando te han herido tan seguido&lt;br /&gt;Es difícil alejarse de la propia realidad y ser menos egoísta&lt;br /&gt;Dejar de tener miedo a tomar decisiones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compulsiva, terca y obsesiva.&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces en lo cierto,&lt;br /&gt;Trágica y apasionada.&lt;br /&gt;Halagos enfermizos y aborrecibles.&lt;br /&gt;Miradas tristes, miradas pateticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás si me conozcas después de todo...&lt;br /&gt;Hay que aceptar las derrotas y seguir caminando con la frente en alto&lt;br /&gt;Dulce con los de mi especie,&lt;br /&gt;Reservada y fría con los extraños&lt;br /&gt;Mi ser podrá herirte si así lo deseo.&lt;br /&gt;No tendrás armonía en tu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácilmente me quiebro en llantos...&lt;br /&gt;Tus pociones podrán volverme más sensible de lo normal&lt;br /&gt;Pero no voy a darte tal placer.&lt;br /&gt;Dejaré que caigas en ella,&lt;br /&gt;Y te aseguro que el dolor será terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me importa si me odias...&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa tener tu cariño en estos tiempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las profundidades, la magia renacerá.&lt;br /&gt;Disfrutaré verte arrastrarte entre los muertos.&lt;br /&gt;Has pecado por impaciente,&lt;br /&gt;Y yo me encargaré de seas testigo de mi Némesis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238110515056356814-6393706933259190365?l=meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/feeds/6393706933259190365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/nemesis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/6393706933259190365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/6393706933259190365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/nemesis.html' title='Némesis'/><author><name>Floriane Frojenborg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10180833361662639684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUrnn7fOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vayWq0XLKFc/S220/floriane+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsZIp-EId-I/AAAAAAAAABk/RIQy9pxyoVE/s72-c/LuisRoyo43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238110515056356814.post-4998324723138058903</id><published>2009-10-02T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:15:54.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsZC7E-u2wI/AAAAAAAAABU/WRtkVWbmbdU/s1600-h/faerie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsZC7E-u2wI/AAAAAAAAABU/WRtkVWbmbdU/s320/faerie.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388067586911951618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era hora de dejar de fingir que tengo alas,&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cansada de tener que sonreírte todos los días&lt;br /&gt;De demostrarte que tengo las fuerzas necesarias como para sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;Pero "resistir" no es una buena forma de vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis manos ya no quieren sostener las tuyas&lt;br /&gt;Bastante tengo con mis conflictos internos...&lt;br /&gt;Como para encima cargar con tu paz mental&lt;br /&gt;El mundo puede no parecerte justo...pero tampoco lo es para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las lágrimas tienden a escaparse,&lt;br /&gt;La voz tiende a quebrarse&lt;br /&gt;Y siento que se me va la vida en cada beso&lt;br /&gt;Que tus ojos no van a ser los luceros de mi oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dioses me acompañan nuevamente,&lt;br /&gt;Me han mostrado un sendero sin demasiadas trabas...&lt;br /&gt;Lamentablemente, el podrá alejarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;Voy a entenderte si no deseas seguirme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es muy posible que al descubrir que no tengo alas quieras dejarme&lt;br /&gt;Sé que no contaré con tu presencia al final&lt;br /&gt;Las confusiones me embriagan como el dulce hidromiel&lt;br /&gt;Y tu amor es el primero en sofocarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las únicas esperanzas que me quedan pienso dedicármelas solo a mí&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que mi felicidad dependa de otra persona,&lt;br /&gt;Bastante tuve con pretender que todavía tenía alas...&lt;br /&gt;Por tu bien, espero que tu amor se convierta en odio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuántas veces prometí no volver a hacerlo?&lt;br /&gt;Me tienta tanto dejar de sentir este dolor...&lt;br /&gt;Pero hay tantas personas que no quiero lastimar...&lt;br /&gt;Malditos círculos viciosos que consumen mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdóname por hacerte tanto mal,&lt;br /&gt;El frío de mi alma nos fortalecerá.&lt;br /&gt;En las profundidades de mis ojos veras un hilo de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Una falsa sonría en los labios...&lt;br /&gt;Algunas lágrimas, las muñecas ensangrentadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo verás aparecerme algo similar a alas&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente las falsas sonrisas se convertirán en verdaderas...&lt;br /&gt;Y una vez más me atreveré a desvestir mi corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238110515056356814-4998324723138058903?l=meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/feeds/4998324723138058903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/era-hora-de-dejar-de-fingir-que-tengo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/4998324723138058903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/4998324723138058903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/era-hora-de-dejar-de-fingir-que-tengo.html' title=''/><author><name>Floriane Frojenborg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10180833361662639684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUrnn7fOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vayWq0XLKFc/S220/floriane+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsZC7E-u2wI/AAAAAAAAABU/WRtkVWbmbdU/s72-c/faerie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238110515056356814.post-2400129785041057649</id><published>2009-10-02T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:05:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silencio</title><content type='html'>El silencio, quizas mi unico amante&lt;br /&gt;Sólo el es testigo de las lágrimas que he desperdiciado,&lt;br /&gt;de la locura que me carcome por dentro&lt;br /&gt;sólo él entiende el por qué de mis sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;y quizas sea el también el único que sabe la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;El silencio me acompaña día y noche&lt;br /&gt;No hay momento en el que se aleje de mi&lt;br /&gt;Él y yo somos uno, un todo lleno de palabras,&lt;br /&gt;palabras que no fueron, palabras de amor, de odio,&lt;br /&gt;palabras de tristeza, de felicidad, palabras que jamas serám&lt;br /&gt;Para él no hay diferencia alguna&lt;br /&gt;Son solo palabras que jamás existirán&lt;br /&gt;Como el silencio, es solo un nombre que le damos a la nada misma,&lt;br /&gt;para sentir que hay algo dentro de ella.&lt;br /&gt;Para sentir que no estamos solos,&lt;br /&gt;sino que el silencio nos acompaña.&lt;br /&gt;La soledad es otra inutil palabra que le proporcionamos a la nada,&lt;br /&gt;a ese abismo de aire y sombras&lt;br /&gt;que representa al hecho de estar con uno mismo&lt;br /&gt;sin la compania de otro ser&lt;br /&gt;Soledad, silencio, son solo palabras que no pronuncio,&lt;br /&gt;que se siente pasar la vida junto a la nada,&lt;br /&gt;que la imaginacion juegue con la realidad&lt;br /&gt;y que el silencio te haga prisionera.&lt;br /&gt;El silencio nos convierte en filósofos&lt;br /&gt;pero tambien puede sacar a relucir lo peor de nosotros&lt;br /&gt;El silencio nos aliena, nos aleja de la realidad&lt;br /&gt;y nos da un paseo por los lugares&lt;br /&gt;mas bizarros de nuestra mente.&lt;br /&gt;El silencio a veces es más fuerte que nosotros&lt;br /&gt;pero en verdad, todo lo que el silencio es,&lt;br /&gt;es lo que nosotros queremos que la nada sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238110515056356814-2400129785041057649?l=meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUrnn7fOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vayWq0XLKFc/S220/floriane+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238110515056356814.post-9048494650526783474</id><published>2009-10-02T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:28:52.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A deep feeling of sadness</title><content type='html'>A deep feeling of sadness &lt;br /&gt;fills my heart with pain.&lt;br /&gt;Am I loosing myself once again into a rational sea?&lt;br /&gt;Am I far beyond the real world again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Grows stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;So does my suffering...&lt;br /&gt;So does my doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see two souls, &lt;br /&gt;meant to be together,&lt;br /&gt;Even in eternity, wasting time ...&lt;br /&gt;hurting to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I know you can tell when something is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;When my dark side blinds my mind&lt;br /&gt;Even if I try to hide it, you always realize.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around,&lt;br /&gt;And the way you read my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But I love the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;And what you make me feel inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to loose myself in you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have to shed some tears for you&lt;br /&gt;I know I have taken the right path&lt;br /&gt;And I know it won't be easy,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll give it a try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238110515056356814-9048494650526783474?l=meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/feeds/9048494650526783474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-feeling-of-sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/9048494650526783474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7238110515056356814/posts/default/9048494650526783474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-feeling-of-sadness.html' title='A deep feeling of sadness'/><author><name>Floriane Frojenborg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10180833361662639684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUrnn7fOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vayWq0XLKFc/S220/floriane+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238110515056356814.post-2365481734741666603</id><published>2009-10-01T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:56:03.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creature of the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUyUHigpTI/AAAAAAAAABM/UZcK8dECiFE/s1600-h/klassssss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUyUHigpTI/AAAAAAAAABM/UZcK8dECiFE/s320/klassssss.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387767850421232946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to live in a fairytale world&lt;br /&gt;There was no pain in my heart&lt;br /&gt;There was no emptiness by my side&lt;br /&gt;But, on a cold night…&lt;br /&gt;All the sorrow of the world&lt;br /&gt;Gathered inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and rage started to rise inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;I was the only living creature of the night&lt;br /&gt;Haze around my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Darkness (everywhere) choking my heart,&lt;br /&gt;If only you could chase away the pain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;I will never be a human again&lt;br /&gt;Cursed to live for ever,&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my curse, my suffering&lt;br /&gt;And…all I ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Craving for blood&lt;br /&gt;Longing for someone to stay (with me, forever)&lt;br /&gt;Living alone in a horrible maze&lt;br /&gt;Looking for (since I was born) a heart as a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black heart full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to carry on after all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters for me now&lt;br /&gt;The world’s blood is keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the mistakes I have made&lt;br /&gt;I was able to solve them throughout the centuries&lt;br /&gt;A brand new me rises whilst I die&lt;br /&gt;Fear has been killing me since then&lt;br /&gt;My human part died long ago&lt;br /&gt;And with it, all my light disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has no longer been bright&lt;br /&gt;My new one has been covered with shadows&lt;br /&gt;Fragile as a dying rose&lt;br /&gt;What I am living now…&lt;br /&gt;Is not a life, owing to the fact that…&lt;br /&gt;What I do…is to steal people’s breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ancient in my kind&lt;br /&gt;And nothing for your world&lt;br /&gt;I am just a Creature of the Night.&lt;br /&gt;Powerful and solitary.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if only you could chase away the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238110515056356814-2365481734741666603?l=meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUrnn7fOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vayWq0XLKFc/S220/floriane+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YEcbQIekGXs/SsUyUHigpTI/AAAAAAAAABM/UZcK8dECiFE/s72-c/klassssss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7238110515056356814.post-3690237137772237033</id><published>2009-10-01T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:44:49.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no way.</title><content type='html'>There's no way&lt;br /&gt;That I could possibly understand this pain...&lt;br /&gt;This tears or this broken heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you lose yourself in the dark??&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find myself without you?&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever love me as you did&lt;br /&gt;And no one will ever give you all that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know, better than the others&lt;br /&gt;That our end has come&lt;br /&gt;That I won't have my sweet October again&lt;br /&gt;And that you won't find your peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have forsaken me...&lt;br /&gt;I find it difficult to trust in you again.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;(In some sick way)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be always there for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity that your madness&lt;br /&gt;Has done this to us...&lt;br /&gt;But I'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just because I've promised you &lt;br /&gt;That I won't let myself fall again&lt;br /&gt;That I will carry on without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7238110515056356814-3690237137772237033?l=meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meinepoesie-ecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3690237137772237033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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