<?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-36499582</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:55:37.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{ &amp; Flores y Estrellas &amp; }</title><subtitle type='html'>Existe un jardin, donde las flores y estrellas son hermanas. Las Flores aportan el color, las estrellas entregan su luz.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-2175109460986793359</id><published>2007-07-02T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:13:55.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El final del camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando comenzamos a caminar, el inicio se hace novedoso,&lt;br /&gt;tenemos muchas energías y curiosidad por saber que nos depara,&lt;br /&gt;a medida que vamos avanzando, vamos aprendiendo de las piedras, de las flores, de los árboles, de los que caminan a nuestro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si estamos en la mitad de nuestro recorrido, miramos hacia atrás y nos alegramos de todas las cosas aprendidas, también añoramos un poco lo pasado, por su significado y por lo que representa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, cuando ya estamos próximos a llegar, el camino se hace más dificil, quizás es nuestra ansia de llegar pronto, quizás ya estamos cansados, por el hecho de ver nuestra meta y saber que está tan cerca, queremos estar allí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte de eso, ha significado mi tesis. Ufff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-2175109460986793359?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/2175109460986793359/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=2175109460986793359' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/2175109460986793359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/2175109460986793359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-final-del-camino-cuando-comenzamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-599309489772267912</id><published>2007-06-21T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:50:05.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recuerdo que una vez soñé contigo...&lt;br /&gt;y mi sueño fue tan real; que pensé que eras real;&lt;br /&gt;y por alguna razón los sueños se esfuman;&lt;br /&gt;y yo no supe que hacer con mis sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que solo debía seguir el camino de los sueños,&lt;br /&gt;pues un águila ha venido y le he regalado al viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora eres parte de la brisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-599309489772267912?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/599309489772267912/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=599309489772267912' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/599309489772267912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/599309489772267912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2007/06/mi-complemento.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-7123854071339626366</id><published>2007-06-02T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:41:56.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RmINbcCnkPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZrWQgomi0Lo/s1600-h/DSCN2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RmINbcCnkPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZrWQgomi0Lo/s320/DSCN2715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071630895407403250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribo para recordar,&lt;br /&gt;escribo para olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;recordar los ¿porqué de los recuerdos?,&lt;br /&gt;olvidar ¿lo que recuerdo?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás es el momento de que los recuerdos, se refugien en las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;que busquen su lugar nuevamente, que esperen el momento adecuado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues mi corazón ha reconocido los momentos,&lt;br /&gt;ha reconocido los olores, los colores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás desde allá mi aprendizaje sea más liviano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues siempre estarás en mi corazón, siempre serás parte de mi esencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como siempre, hasta ahora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-7123854071339626366?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/7123854071339626366/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=7123854071339626366' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/7123854071339626366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/7123854071339626366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2007/06/escribo-para-recordar-escribo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RmINbcCnkPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZrWQgomi0Lo/s72-c/DSCN2715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-5006224575870334747</id><published>2007-05-15T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T07:36:02.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RknEj37cMTI/AAAAAAAAACs/4PJUXYqRxf8/s1600-h/DSCN2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RknEj37cMTI/AAAAAAAAACs/4PJUXYqRxf8/s320/DSCN2113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064795376542560562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es sueño, o el sueño de mi vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-5006224575870334747?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/5006224575870334747/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=5006224575870334747' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/5006224575870334747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/5006224575870334747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-vida-es-sueo-o-el-sueo-de-mi-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RknEj37cMTI/AAAAAAAAACs/4PJUXYqRxf8/s72-c/DSCN2113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-1075990304823059089</id><published>2007-05-02T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:36:18.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RjjZPX7cMRI/AAAAAAAAACc/ufsx-fZPcG0/s1600-h/DSCN0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RjjZPX7cMRI/AAAAAAAAACc/ufsx-fZPcG0/s320/DSCN0234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060033039495344402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estrellita de mi Alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Para mi sobrina Trinidad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día apareciste Estrellita de mi Alma,&lt;br /&gt;llegasteis sonriendo a las puertas de mi casa,&lt;br /&gt;llena de Flores y Estrellas, das color a tu paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Como estas?, tiempo ha pasado,&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos develan tu experiencia y cansancio,&lt;br /&gt;aún así sigues desbordando alegría en cada paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilumina mi cielo, ilumina mi tierra,&lt;br /&gt;Estrellita, danza, danza, porque así tus pasos crean un jardín de esperanzas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-1075990304823059089?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/1075990304823059089/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=1075990304823059089' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/1075990304823059089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/1075990304823059089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2007/05/estrellita-de-mi-alma-para-mi-sobrina.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RjjZPX7cMRI/AAAAAAAAACc/ufsx-fZPcG0/s72-c/DSCN0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-1708453406360484249</id><published>2007-04-18T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:29:42.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RiZwAou_wHI/AAAAAAAAACE/ydneO7o68eM/s1600-h/DSCN2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RiZwAou_wHI/AAAAAAAAACE/ydneO7o68eM/s320/DSCN2122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054850788006805618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los últimos rayos del Sol, le dan a la ciudad un aspecto fascinante.&lt;br /&gt;Por alguna razón recuerdo el color de ese momento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-1708453406360484249?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/1708453406360484249/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=1708453406360484249' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/1708453406360484249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/1708453406360484249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2007/04/los-ltimos-rayos-del-sol-le-dan-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RiZwAou_wHI/AAAAAAAAACE/ydneO7o68eM/s72-c/DSCN2122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-8316756905809167464</id><published>2007-02-13T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:30:59.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RdH11MgRJiI/AAAAAAAAABA/m4pbeA6i3V8/s1600-h/FSCN0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RdH11MgRJiI/AAAAAAAAABA/m4pbeA6i3V8/s320/FSCN0529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031072552987993634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He llegado a la cima de la montaña;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento feliz por este logro, demasiado tiempo me ha tomado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pasado hambre y sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los árboles me protegen con su sombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fin, descanso en una roca, ambas miramos al Infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observo con detención que debo ir a la Montaña que se encuentra allá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mente dice.. Has cometido un error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón dice... Vuela, pues te han crecido Alas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-8316756905809167464?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/8316756905809167464/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=8316756905809167464' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/8316756905809167464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/8316756905809167464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2007/02/he-llegado-la-cima-de-la-montaa-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jXyXwO9dT78/RdH11MgRJiI/AAAAAAAAABA/m4pbeA6i3V8/s72-c/FSCN0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-9062117937672910993</id><published>2006-11-23T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:26:20.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4222/4455/1600/239841/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4222/4455/320/26699/rosa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tus ojos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién podría negarse a tu mirada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amado Maestro, necesito por unos instantes, que mis ojos se posen en los tuyos.&lt;br /&gt;Que un instante, la brisa que mueve tus cabellos, toquen levemente los míos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-9062117937672910993?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/9062117937672910993/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=9062117937672910993' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/9062117937672910993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/9062117937672910993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2006/11/tus-ojos-quin-podra-negarse-tu-mirada.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-8324614660846124299</id><published>2006-11-13T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T05:02:21.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4222/4455/1600/DSCN1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4222/4455/320/DSCN1457.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayos de Luna, iluminen mi cuerpo;&lt;br /&gt;Despójenlo de todo lo que lleva consigo;&lt;br /&gt;Sanen sus heridas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayos de Luna;&lt;br /&gt;Polinicen las flores para que den su aroma;&lt;br /&gt;Corten sus abultadas ramas y saquen sus frutos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayos de Luna;&lt;br /&gt;Devuelvan el cuerpo a la tierra;&lt;br /&gt;Para que se geste nuevamente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayos de Luna;&lt;br /&gt;Transpórtame al lugar de mi amado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-8324614660846124299?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/8324614660846124299/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=8324614660846124299' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/8324614660846124299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/8324614660846124299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2006/11/rayos-de-luna-iluminen-mi-cuerpo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-116186781042792659</id><published>2006-10-26T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T10:25:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5656/1531/1600/DSCN1029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5656/1531/320/DSCN1029.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Los Porqué?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez alguien me dijo, cada ser viene a la Tierra con una misión. Por un tiempo busque incansablemente cual era la misión que yo debía realizar. Muchas experiencias he tenido a lo largo de este camino, algunas maravillosas, algunas tristes, algunas alegres. He conocido a muchas personas también. Pero lo más extraño de todo, es que he concluido que en verdad, lo que necesitaba era aceptarme tal cual era; y vivo así. Y creo que en parte he logrado la felicidad, pues cuando me acepte, también me encontré, y cuando me encontré, también encontré a otros seres. Y desde entonces vivo, porque vivir es maravilloso, conocer gente es maravilloso, mirar los árboles cada día es maravilloso, y observar la luna, y las estrellas, y las nubes, y los pájaros, y mirar a los seres que amo a los ojos, y darme cuenta que las palabras ya no son necesarias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-116186781042792659?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/116186781042792659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=116186781042792659' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/116186781042792659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/116186781042792659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2006/10/los-porqu-una-vez-alguien-me-dijo-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36499582.post-116170174083054311</id><published>2006-10-24T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T10:25:21.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5656/1531/1600/DSCN1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5656/1531/320/DSCN1065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy desperté con deseos de volar,&lt;br /&gt;salí de mi cama, pasé la ventana, abrí mis alas y emprendí mi vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El aire atraviesa mis alas, pero el aroma del oxigeno es tan agradable, que esto no me importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento libre, hacia tiempo que no volaba, y creo que mis alas están atrofiadas, desde hoy prometo volar todos los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que alguien me acompaña, todavía no lo distingo, aun se encuentra lejos, pero cada vez está mas cerca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36499582-116170174083054311?l=ayelensunrise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/116170174083054311/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36499582&amp;postID=116170174083054311' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/116170174083054311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36499582/posts/default/116170174083054311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayelensunrise.blogspot.com/2006/10/hoy-despert-con-deseos-de-volar-sal-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayén Chod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16556470330658247500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g125/rayenchod/DSCN0916.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
