<?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-2020770025717033483</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:52:17.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Qué alegría más alta: vivir en los pronombres!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-3527060979990558968</id><published>2011-04-25T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T10:58:44.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre la vida</title><content type='html'>Ansío que sea un sueño sin vida:&lt;br /&gt;olvidar que soy ave sin bandada,&lt;br /&gt;un caminante en medio de la nada,&lt;br /&gt;la estrella de una galaxia perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero esperar con la mano tendida,&lt;br /&gt;en el silencio de una cala aislada,&lt;br /&gt;en donde por fin me será otorgada,&lt;br /&gt;la realidad que me fue prometida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la esperanza parece perdida,&lt;br /&gt;y mi vida de todos olvidada,&lt;br /&gt;soñaré con el alma tan dolida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el gozo de una vida lograda,&lt;br /&gt;donde la ilusión aguarda escondida,&lt;br /&gt;buscaré el calor de tu mirada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-3527060979990558968?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/3527060979990558968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/3527060979990558968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2011/03/sobre-la-vida.html' title='Sobre la vida'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-7525471008397523538</id><published>2011-01-09T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T07:33:20.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La luna y las estrellas</title><content type='html'>Cae la noche.&lt;br /&gt;La oscuridad baña el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Aparecen las tinieblas:&lt;br /&gt;las dudas, vacilaciones y temores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino vacilante por las oscuras calles.&lt;br /&gt;El miedo y la soledad son mis compañeras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero al alzar la mirada...&lt;br /&gt;¡la luna y las estrellas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas:&lt;br /&gt;preciosos ángeles&lt;br /&gt;que alientan la esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna...&lt;br /&gt;¡toda tú!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando caiga la noche,&lt;br /&gt;cuando los miedos renazcan,&lt;br /&gt;alzaré la mirada&lt;br /&gt;recordando tu existencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué infinito el universo!&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué infinita tu hermosura!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-7525471008397523538?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/7525471008397523538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/7525471008397523538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-luna-y-las-estrellas.html' title='La luna y las estrellas'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-2244766782125175747</id><published>2010-01-24T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:00:20.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños y verdades</title><content type='html'>Quisiera volar alto&lt;div&gt;como las águilas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hasta alcanzar el sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y una vez allí reposar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abrasándome por el calor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tierno y suave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junto a ti dejar de ser yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y convertirme en tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y después, cuando caiga la noche,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saltar a la luna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;espejo inmaculado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reflejo de tu amor, bondad y ternura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En tus brazos descansar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;navegando en tus dulces sueños,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para acompañarte, en tu despertar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bañando el mundo de colores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-2244766782125175747?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/2244766782125175747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/2244766782125175747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2010/01/suenos-y-verdades.html' title='Sueños y verdades'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-488717587681646377</id><published>2009-11-15T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:01:01.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulces sueños</title><content type='html'>Tú y yo, solos, en silencio,&lt;div&gt;a la orilla de un río.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El cielo es azul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el agua clara,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y todo descansa en profunda paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las montañas y las nubes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;los árboles y las flores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todo respira silencio y armonía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas las maravillas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toda la belleza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toda la dulzura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toda tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué dulce tormento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pasear contigo en sueños.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-488717587681646377?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/488717587681646377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/488717587681646377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2009/11/dulces-suenos.html' title='Dulces sueños'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-6157415568861683574</id><published>2009-01-19T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:53:31.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A un joven poeta</title><content type='html'>A ti, amante de la letra,&lt;br /&gt;que buscas ser poeta,&lt;br /&gt;¡¿quién lo dudaría?!...&lt;br /&gt;¡una poesía!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joven estudiante, escucha mi corazón:&lt;br /&gt;no te limites a recitar la lección.&lt;br /&gt;con el aprender te puedes apasionar,&lt;br /&gt;así lograrás disfrutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frente a la dificultad,&lt;br /&gt;no te acongojes con facilidad:&lt;br /&gt;afróntala con valentía,&lt;br /&gt;con garbo y sabiduría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás te desesperes,&lt;br /&gt;aunque la victoria no llegue.&lt;br /&gt;Bien sabes, aficionado del Español,&lt;br /&gt;muchas veces no llegará el gol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El camino de la universidad&lt;br /&gt;no está exento de dificultad.&lt;br /&gt;Pero Constancia y Empeño&lt;br /&gt;te ayudarán en tu sueño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-6157415568861683574?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/feeds/6157415568861683574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020770025717033483&amp;postID=6157415568861683574' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/6157415568861683574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/6157415568861683574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-joven-poeta.html' title='A un joven poeta'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-2618678186779009599</id><published>2008-08-11T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:01:38.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesía</title><content type='html'>Dicen algunos&lt;br /&gt;que sin métrica ni rima&lt;br /&gt;no hay poesía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es poesía?,&lt;br /&gt;preguntas escandalizado.&lt;br /&gt;Poesía es poesía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El alma que suspira"... místicos.&lt;br /&gt;"Un corazón ardiente"... apasionados.&lt;br /&gt;"Flechazos de amor"... románticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Eso puede ser poesía...&lt;br /&gt;o puede no serlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, para mí,&lt;br /&gt;y lo escribo para ti,&lt;br /&gt;poesía es poesía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-2618678186779009599?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/2618678186779009599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/2618678186779009599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/08/poesa.html' title='Poesía'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-3323320119978171765</id><published>2008-08-11T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:58:08.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camino a casa</title><content type='html'>Calor y luz.&lt;br /&gt;¡Electricidad!, exclamas&lt;br /&gt;Sí... pero no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más sencillo.&lt;br /&gt;Más acogedor.&lt;br /&gt;Más... ¡fuego!, interrumpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Y contesto:&lt;br /&gt;El cariño,&lt;br /&gt;la vida en familia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-3323320119978171765?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/3323320119978171765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/3323320119978171765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/08/camino-casa.html' title='Camino a casa'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-4416942969925511157</id><published>2008-06-09T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T04:32:19.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre lo humano</title><content type='html'>Una sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt;Bondad y cariño.&lt;br /&gt;Pero falta algo...&lt;br /&gt;mejor: alguien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-4416942969925511157?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/4416942969925511157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/4416942969925511157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/06/sobre-lo-humano.html' title='Sobre lo humano'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-1144683815204229845</id><published>2008-05-23T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:03:57.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturalidad</title><content type='html'>De acuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Está bien.&lt;br /&gt;Pero...&lt;br /&gt;¿y el amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda que eres hombre,&lt;br /&gt;como Adán, como Eva.&lt;br /&gt;También como David y Agustín.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas no importan,&lt;br /&gt;importas tú.&lt;br /&gt;¡Le importas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí. A ti.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tienes corazón,&lt;br /&gt;grande y tierno.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quieres y no puedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque quieres querer,&lt;br /&gt;quieres amar.&lt;br /&gt;Y eso basta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-1144683815204229845?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/1144683815204229845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/1144683815204229845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/05/naturalidad.html' title='Naturalidad'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-6034997898424160372</id><published>2008-05-23T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:56:39.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paciencia</title><content type='html'>¡No puedo!&lt;br /&gt;Paciencia.&lt;br /&gt;¡No puedo!&lt;br /&gt;Paciencia de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confía. Espera.&lt;br /&gt;¡No puedo!&lt;br /&gt;De acuerdo:&lt;br /&gt;tú no,  pero Él sí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-6034997898424160372?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/6034997898424160372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/6034997898424160372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/05/paciencia.html' title='Paciencia'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-3222882865155193674</id><published>2008-05-23T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:54:29.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miriam</title><content type='html'>Tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;Descansa.&lt;br /&gt;Calma.&lt;br /&gt;Cierra los ojos y sueña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueña que hay paz,&lt;br /&gt;que hay amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida es hermosa...&lt;br /&gt;¡Miriam! -suspiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;Cierra de nuevo los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Olvida y vuelve a nacer.&lt;br /&gt;¡Miriam! -repites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Y un susurro:&lt;br /&gt;"olvídate del tiempo".&lt;br /&gt;¿Sin Miriam? -insistes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colores.&lt;br /&gt;Primero rojos y naranjas,&lt;br /&gt;movimiento... ¡vida!&lt;br /&gt;¿Vida? -replico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina el azul.&lt;br /&gt;El azul del mar y del cielo.&lt;br /&gt;De ese cielo inalcanzable,&lt;br /&gt;pero hermoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verde.&lt;br /&gt;Descansa y sueña.&lt;br /&gt;La luna.&lt;br /&gt;La noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el blanco.&lt;br /&gt;Pureza.&lt;br /&gt;Sin mancha,&lt;br /&gt;limpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora sí.&lt;br /&gt;Miriam.&lt;br /&gt;No esa: la otra.&lt;br /&gt;La de la luna a sus pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuela a ella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tota pulchra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Y por ella... al Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias Dios mío, gracias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-3222882865155193674?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/3222882865155193674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/3222882865155193674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/05/miriam.html' title='Miriam'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-7264216954469059577</id><published>2008-04-18T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:03:10.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esbozo</title><content type='html'>Anoché soñé.&lt;br /&gt;Estabas vestida de seda azul,&lt;br /&gt;bella como la luna,&lt;br /&gt;resplandeciente como el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí, donde duerme la ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;allí estabas tú.&lt;br /&gt;Bella como siempre,&lt;br /&gt;hermosa como nunca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-7264216954469059577?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/7264216954469059577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/7264216954469059577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/04/esbozo.html' title='Esbozo'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-1169758628988392496</id><published>2008-04-18T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:46:01.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamá</title><content type='html'>El ser sin estar.&lt;br /&gt;El todo sin nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-1169758628988392496?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/1169758628988392496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/1169758628988392496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/04/mam.html' title='Mamá'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-5576282708880667831</id><published>2008-04-18T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:44:20.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><content type='html'>Un trece de mayo.&lt;br /&gt;Un reloj, un crucifijo y un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Un padrino, una abuela y Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un padre haciendo de Padre.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por el regalo:&lt;br /&gt;la eternidad en un instante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-5576282708880667831?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/5576282708880667831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/5576282708880667831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/04/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-3697725106469606246</id><published>2008-04-18T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:38:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdo</title><content type='html'>Humedad. Frío.&lt;br /&gt;Una chaqueta marrón.&lt;br /&gt;El calor del cariño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-3697725106469606246?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/3697725106469606246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/3697725106469606246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/04/recuerdo.html' title='Recuerdo'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020770025717033483.post-5535443705488784825</id><published>2008-04-16T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:38:17.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdón</title><content type='html'>Praderas verdes,&lt;br /&gt;ríos de agua cristalina,&lt;br /&gt;el cielo azul.&lt;br /&gt;Sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirada triste,&lt;br /&gt;ilusiones perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;la soledad por compañera.&lt;br /&gt;Realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El regreso a casa,&lt;br /&gt;el perdón del Amor,&lt;br /&gt;la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Un sueño convertido en realidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020770025717033483-5535443705488784825?l=inaereaedificare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/5535443705488784825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020770025717033483/posts/default/5535443705488784825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaereaedificare.blogspot.com/2008/04/perdn.html' title='Perdón'/><author><name>Marcos Pagés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013183188187221903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
