<?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-2532194208705800338</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:02:40.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mira con ojos de Guitarra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicolas Melgarejo Sabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591665110558100190</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532194208705800338.post-6409812381845689409</id><published>2008-02-12T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T05:26:23.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspiro (no limeño)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eK5OEhTFoFo/R7GdpD-XBMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UMvI-vRbXJ4/s1600-h/abrazo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 315px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eK5OEhTFoFo/R7GdpD-XBMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UMvI-vRbXJ4/s320/abrazo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166083576337728706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quiero disfrutar contigo&lt;br /&gt;de una conversación de medianoche,&lt;br /&gt;de tu compañía&lt;br /&gt;de saber que estas ahi.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tomar contigo un café alli&lt;br /&gt;en esas callecitas de piedra&lt;br /&gt;con olor a Santiago después de la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;donde parece siempre ser otoño,&lt;br /&gt;insitando a los viajeros a abrazarse y amarse.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero disfrutar el otoño contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532194208705800338-6409812381845689409?l=naseroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/feeds/6409812381845689409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532194208705800338&amp;postID=6409812381845689409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/6409812381845689409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/6409812381845689409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/2008/02/suspiro-no-limeo.html' title='Suspiro (no limeño)'/><author><name>Nicolas Melgarejo Sabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591665110558100190</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eK5OEhTFoFo/R7GdpD-XBMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UMvI-vRbXJ4/s72-c/abrazo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532194208705800338.post-5598225926293449839</id><published>2007-06-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T10:29:42.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regalo de cumpleaños</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Juan no sabia que regalarle a su novia en el día de su cumpleaños, finalmente con un trozo de corcho le hiso un corazón con un agujero en el medio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;-¿Qué quiere decir esto? le preguntó la chica y el mirándola con gran ternura le respondió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Raquel tu y yo nos amamos mucho pero en tu corazón y en mi corazón siempre habrá un agujero, un vació, una soledad que solo el amor de Dios puede llenar completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532194208705800338-5598225926293449839?l=naseroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/feeds/5598225926293449839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532194208705800338&amp;postID=5598225926293449839&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/5598225926293449839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/5598225926293449839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/2007/06/regalo-de-cumpleaos.html' title='regalo de cumpleaños'/><author><name>Nicolas Melgarejo Sabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591665110558100190</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532194208705800338.post-4798387973719537439</id><published>2007-05-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:11:10.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando tomo tu mano</title><content type='html'>Cuando tomo tu mano y entrelazamos nuestros dedos, cuando nos abrazamos y cuando nos besamos , en nada de esto queda espacio de sobra, es que ya no se si nuestras manos, brazos y boca  siempre fueron asi o con el tiempo se amoldaron para llegar a esta extraña sensacion que hace polvo la separatividad entre dos individuos que poco tienen en común.&lt;br /&gt;Con uno de estos encuentros me siento dentro de ti y al mismo tiempo a mi en ti en fusion armoniosa. No como las discuciones entre cada tres palabras lindas que ya a estas alturas nos han llevado a faltarnos el respeto de forma atroz e irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;Es que si no hablaramos y nos tomaramos de la mano, si solo caminaramos y nos besaramos seriamos la pareja ideal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532194208705800338-4798387973719537439?l=naseroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/feeds/4798387973719537439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532194208705800338&amp;postID=4798387973719537439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/4798387973719537439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/4798387973719537439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/2007/05/cuando-tomo-tu-mano.html' title='Cuando tomo tu mano'/><author><name>Nicolas Melgarejo Sabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591665110558100190</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-2532194208705800338.post-6890440525823946909</id><published>2007-04-29T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:43:21.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preludio a la separación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eK5OEhTFoFo/RjYZQNNHPBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/w3ebmj-k0TE/s1600-h/Mujer-llorando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eK5OEhTFoFo/RjYZQNNHPBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/w3ebmj-k0TE/s320/Mujer-llorando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059258997610593298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ojos de Guitarra??&lt;br /&gt;como puedes pedirme que mire con Ojos de Guitarra??&lt;br /&gt;Sabes ya lo intenté, me canse de intentarlo, si  hasta llego a sugenstionarme para ver lo que tu ves, par sentir como tu pero ya me cansé, no te puedo seguir así, vivimos en mundos distintos y me estoy perdiendo en mi misma. Quizás los Ojos de Guitarra solo existan para ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532194208705800338-6890440525823946909?l=naseroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/feeds/6890440525823946909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532194208705800338&amp;postID=6890440525823946909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/6890440525823946909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/6890440525823946909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='Preludio a la separación'/><author><name>Nicolas Melgarejo Sabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591665110558100190</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eK5OEhTFoFo/RjYZQNNHPBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/w3ebmj-k0TE/s72-c/Mujer-llorando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532194208705800338.post-560417070652412846</id><published>2007-04-26T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:42:30.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mira con ojos de Guitarra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eK5OEhTFoFo/RjFvKdNHPAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YI6NBiPhBos/s1600-h/ni%C3%B1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyLeft" title="Alineación a la izquierda" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eK5OEhTFoFo/RjFvKdNHPAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YI6NBiPhBos/s320/ni%C3%B1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057946081942780930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que la vida me siga sorprendiendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;con esas cosas increíbles de las que me hablas tu,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de esas que te creo aunque no las veo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;como cuando nos tomamos ese Martini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y sin darme cuenta nos estábamos besando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que la vida siga cantando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;por que aunque la guitarra se desafine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de tanto ir y venir andando  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; siempre hay alguien que entona el clavijero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cambia las cuerdas de vez en cuando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y aunque al principio la armonía no es constante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;recuerda. la madera es noble y no arrogante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo espero cuando viejo recordar cuando niño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532194208705800338-560417070652412846?l=naseroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/feeds/560417070652412846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2532194208705800338&amp;postID=560417070652412846&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/560417070652412846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2532194208705800338/posts/default/560417070652412846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naseroc.blogspot.com/2007/04/mira-con-ojos-de-guitarra.html' title='Mira con ojos de Guitarra'/><author><name>Nicolas Melgarejo Sabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591665110558100190</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eK5OEhTFoFo/RjFvKdNHPAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YI6NBiPhBos/s72-c/ni%C3%B1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
