<?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-7052463</id><updated>2011-12-14T20:59:10.561-06:00</updated><category term='Poemas'/><title type='text'> Ðïâñâ, Sanz &amp; el resto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-6100066969780763693</id><published>2008-08-12T05:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:33:01.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vida</title><content type='html'>En un momento estamos en el otro quién sabe...hace 19 días sufri un accidentegracias a Dios estoy bien...pero entonces pensé...para que me esfuerzo tanto por comprar una casa, un coche si en un dos por tres zas te vas sin nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que de hoy en adelante, sólo viviré el presente, el pasado ya pasó y el futuro solo Dios sabe, viviré la vida con lo que tengo, lo demás que más da, por cierto ya se quienes son mis amigos a partir de ese accidente... son muuuy pocos, menos de 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por otro lado,  he vivido una vida muuuy divertida, bueno asi la veo, tengo muchas cosas que contar a mis nietos, si algún día los tengo, en la vida he pasado de todo, sueños que luego veo en la realidad, presentimientos, muchas cosas que no muchos podrían imaginar, pero que tengo pruebas para constatar y personas que lo pueden atestiguar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tenido una bonita y buena vida no me he podido quejar... pero tampoco me quiero para siempre quedar... soy feliz ahora y se que seré feliz después...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y pues solo hay una vida hay que vivirla...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-7001278008473551815</id><published>2008-05-12T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:17:27.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me busco y me encuentro, pero no  me hallo aquí,&lt;br /&gt;probablemente es mi vida un sueño surrealista&lt;br /&gt;lo que me lleva a un estado desquiciador,&lt;br /&gt;y sueño con la normalidad&lt;br /&gt;pero no es lo normal lo que extraño&lt;br /&gt;extraño el amor a mi anormalidad&lt;br /&gt;donde lo dejé?, no sé...&lt;br /&gt;y sigo aquí sentada intentando&lt;br /&gt;romper abruptamente esta sensación&lt;br /&gt;de insaciedad, para tener calma,&lt;br /&gt;calma que quizás no volverá,&lt;br /&gt;me pregunto si mi centro se habrá desviado ya?,&lt;br /&gt;como integrar mi anormalidad&lt;br /&gt;a la normalidad de los demás&lt;br /&gt;si esta demás decir que&lt;br /&gt;la simplicidad de su normalidad me molesta&lt;br /&gt;me hiere, lastima mi complejidad&lt;br /&gt;y no es una complejidad molesta&lt;br /&gt;si no agradable que se adapta perfectamente&lt;br /&gt;a mi anormalidad por la que he perdido el amor...&lt;br /&gt;y exclamo ahora&lt;br /&gt;¡por favor enamórame de nuevo que extraño tu calor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-7001278008473551815?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/7001278008473551815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=7001278008473551815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5lHc48rXY-E/RjjtD4YMGHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/--cCoFN_JtY/s1600-h/IMG_6006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060054832279984242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5lHc48rXY-E/RjjtD4YMGHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/--cCoFN_JtY/s320/IMG_6006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de los sueños a la realidad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mirad os voy a contar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como el cielo se hace gris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuando se empieza a nublar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mirad ya no hay ni una estrella más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vos ves como comienza a gotear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pues lluvia cae, lluvia cae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y os moja sin cesar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vos sientes que el agua no daña más?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mirad mirad mirad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todo es serenidad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;las aves ya no hacen ruido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y vos, vos cuando callarás?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mirad os voy contar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de los sueños que se hacen realidad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de lo importante que es desear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vos has empezado a soñar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mirad mirad mirad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miradme sin cesar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que con tu magia y mi magia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vos veras como se logrará...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana Salcido 02/05/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7052463-2826646323037339818?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/2826646323037339818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=2826646323037339818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/2826646323037339818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/2826646323037339818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2007/05/de-los-sueos-la-realidad.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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://bp1.blogger.com/_5lHc48rXY-E/RjjtD4YMGHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/--cCoFN_JtY/s72-c/IMG_6006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-115894600684349770</id><published>2006-09-22T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:26:46.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Había una vez una niña que tenia dos monedas, estaban en un pequeño cofre de madera, ambas de la misma denominación, pero de diferente color, una dorada y la otra color plata, quien se las regalo le dijo que no podía tener las dos, que una la tenia que gastar y la otra se la podía quedar, pero solo para mirarla, no podría hacer uso de ella jamás, la niña las sostenía en la mano pensando cual de las dos gastar, pues ninguna tenia mas valor que la otra, cual debería conservar, el dorado que significa sabiduría y riqueza, o el plata que significaba paz, verdad, esperanza y la felicidad. La niña se sentó bajo la sombra de un árbol, con un viento suave colándose entre sus cabellos, un viento fresco, viento de otoño, debía meditarlo, para ella era como elegir entre el verano y el invierno, como elegir?, era solo una niña, no tenia mucho tiempo de haber visto la luz, entonces abrió el cofre, saco las monedas, tomo una con cada mano, cerro los ojos, las apretó fuertemente y decidió que no era tiempo de elegir, quizás con los años ella sabría que comprar y cual de las dos monedas gastar, no hay que apresurar a la vida, dicen que lo que será, será. Esta historia no tiene moraleja, ni siquiera un buen final, solo se que aun hay tiempo para pensar, ya habrá tiempo para saber lo que realmente hay que comprar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-115894600684349770?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/115894600684349770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=115894600684349770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/115894600684349770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/115894600684349770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2006/09/haba-una-vez-una-nia-que-tenia-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-113314775492879895</id><published>2005-11-27T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:15:54.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Humano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No sé como pasa esto, no se si hay destino, no sé muchas cosas, miento, no sé nada, soy simplemente un pobre humano, que cree saber todo, que se cree grande siendo tan pequeño, he dañado y me han dañado, más lo segundo que lo primero, fisicamente adulto, psicológicamente niño, más perturbado que un loco, de corazón frío, con más fracasos que glorias, y más glorias que fracasos, después de todo como saber si un fracaso no es eso, si no solo un paso para llegar a la gloria, en este inmenso mundo donde uno se puede perder, donde no eres nadie para muchos, pero puedes ser todo para otros, esta vida es un juego, que debo reconocer me gusta, y mucho, con un poco de suerte me mantengo en ella por algún tiempo más, no lo sé, ¿quién lo sabrá?, dicen que las manos lo saben, pero las manos no hablan, ni a ti, ni a mí, ni a ellos, llegan y se van con nuestro secreto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No cuento cuentos, ni historías, ya no sueño, solo me dejo llevar, como si fuera un tronco en el mar, padecía de una terrible enfermedad, pretendí ser servicial, amigable, amable, pero en este mundo eso ya no funciona, creen que quieres algo a cambio, o peor aún creen merecer eso y más, ya aprendí, me curé, ahora ni las gracias doy, ya no me lastima nada, ahora quien lastima soy yo, me converti en lo que soy, un Humano, eso y nada más, cuando quize ser amistad me pagaron tan mal, ahora soy solo un Humano más, y la verdad no me enorgullece, yo quería ser algo más, pero cuando los niños crecen, olvidan sus sueños, o los hacen olvidar, los ahogan en el óceano del egoismo, la vanidad y la maldad, aún tengo leves recuerdos, se confunden entre las sombras que llegan con la  luz y la oscuridad, vaya dualidad; en ocasiones quisiera volver atrás, para el tiempo y quedarme ahí, cuando era niña, cuando todo lo que quería era volar, tocar las nubes y el aire puro respirar, que tiempos aquellos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dicen que la naturaleza es sabia, pero creo que al hacer crecer a los niños se equivocó, porque crecen y se vuelven dmeonios hambrientos de poder, de dinero, ambiciosos, maliciosos, aplastando todo lo que se interpone para alcanzar lo que desean, sí, eso es el humano un demonio que busca guerras, que crea armas, no conoce limites en su maldad, y vas aceptando eso, lo empiezas a ver tan normal, ya nada sorprende, hijos matando padres, padres matando hijos, cuestión de humanos diría yo, no quiero ser humano y realmente no sé como dar marcha atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pobres, ricos, hombre, mujer, negros, blancos, quién invento la discriminación, se que soy democrata, pero en ocasiones desearía ser socialista, se que soy mujer, pero en ocasiones maldigo no ser hombre, por el terrible machismo, odio todo esto, pero sobre todo odio ser humano, voltea, mirame y dime que no soy Humano, que vine de las estrellas, que no soy de acá, llamame extranjero ante la humanidad, ayudame a calmar este sentimiento de ira hacia los demás, pero sobre todo por favor dime que no soy Humano más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Villahermosa, Tabasco, 28/08/2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-113314775492879895?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/113314775492879895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=113314775492879895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/113314775492879895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/113314775492879895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2005/11/humano.html' title='Humano'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-113036382027479222</id><published>2005-10-26T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:59:54.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cuando abres una puerta una vez conocido el interior, el siguiente paso es abrir la siguiente y así…"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Creo que es una frase muy interesante, pero que pasa cuando uno sabe que ya no hay más que descubrir ahi, pero le da miedo abrir la siguiente puerta, como es que se vence el temor a fracasar en el siguiente nivel?, yo sé de retos y salir adelante con esfuerzo, pero siempre existe la incertidumbre de que quizás no soy tan buena como creo o peor aún, como creen los demás, esa frase me ha hecho pensar en muchas cosas, en los cambios que debo hacer y que temo hacer, y aunque en la escuela me enseñaron que la única constante es el cambio, aún así como cualquier ser humano me da miedo, a pesar de ya haber dado un salto importante y el más grande de los cambios que pude haber hecho en mi vida que es venir aquí a esta tierra extraña, el temor no desaparece e ignoro porque, debe ser algo inherente a mi condición humana, que le vamos hacer, creo que es normal, lo cual me molesta porque nunca me ha gustado ser normal y es por eso que me gustan los cambios, pero no me dejan de asustar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-113036382027479222?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/113036382027479222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=113036382027479222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/113036382027479222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/113036382027479222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2005/10/cuando-abres-una-puerta-una-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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-7052463.post-112534959178112084</id><published>2005-08-29T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:06:31.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buscando</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Buscando dentro de mi, no encontré mucho, un poco de soledad, tristeza, ironía, sarcasmo, no pude encontrar más, trato y trato, pero aún no se que busco y probablemente no lo encuentre, antes pensaba que eso que siento me falta, vendría del exterior, pero cada vez doy cuenta de que de fuera nada bueno ha de llegar, sé que todo viene de dentro, de algún lugar, no sé, estoy perdiendo las ganas de buscar, y en el peor de los casos perdiendo las ganas de encontrar, en ocasiones creo que mi vida es un sueño, en otras parece ser una pesadilla. Las personas no ayudan en nada a entender lo que pasa, esta vida mía es un caos, no se como acomodar las partes, la indecisión reina mi vida, lo que me da un nada grato resultado, no hay acciones, no hay reacciones, estoy en stand by, con todo sigo buscando y buscando, y sigo sin encontrar, me psicoanalizo y vaya que no hay más, vivo por vivir, ya no siento paz, me siento intranquila, quizás ya no deba buscar más, tal vez eso es todo, y ya no hay que buscar, no se lo que busco, como he de encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-112534959178112084?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/112534959178112084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=112534959178112084' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/112534959178112084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/112534959178112084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2005/08/buscando.html' title='Buscando'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-112317742863314937</id><published>2005-08-04T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:55:09.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defectos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/38/415/1600/dianabb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/38/415/320/dianabb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/38/415/1600/d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lo importante de los defectos, es reconocerlos como tales, tomar conciencia de ellos, jamás negarlos, por eso yo estoy orgullosa de mis mil y dos defectos, aunque aun no estoy segura de los k los demás llaman defectos en mi sean simples virtudes, tergiversadas entre lo que los demás construyen como sistemas de vidas erroneos, pero que en lo real y lo puro, son simplimente la mejor forma de actuar, por eso actúo como quiero, elimino lo que me estorba y lo que no logro eliminar procuro romper su juego de lograrme intimidar gritando un poco más, las mentiras no utilizó, los secretos son mejor, esos que ocultan los ojos, esos que logro ver yo, y gritarlos a los vientos, mira como rio yo, si hay un poco de maldad en este tonto corazón, pero que es bueno o es malo? - eso no lo sé yo - asi que seguiré jugando con los dados a mi favor, cargados por el destino ó cargados por... que sé yo... que el destino no me lleva, al destino llevo yo, lo comprometi un día, ahora me debe un favor, favores yo nunca pido cuestión quizás de honor, pero cuando yo despierto me agradezco de corazón, no deberle nada a nadie, eso si es de gran orgullo, nunca agacho la cabeza, no me arrastro ante nadie, ni me enaltezco tampoco, pues para mi todos son iguales, es cuestión de estimación, si te haces pequeñito te quedaras sin valor, y si te vas tu creciendo jamás tuviste valor, al final siemplemente soy lo que quiero ser, con defectos, sin virtudes, bien, &lt;em&gt;me ha funcionado hasta hoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-112317742863314937?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/112317742863314937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=112317742863314937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/112317742863314937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/112317742863314937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2005/08/defectos.html' title='Defectos...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-111031334317865270</id><published>2005-03-08T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:22:23.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HI ALL, IM COME BACK, BECAUSE TODAY IS A SPECIAL DAY, THE WOMAN'S DAY, I WANNA SAY IM VERY HAPPY TO BE A WOMAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS WOMEN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las mujeres somos la vida y la fuerza del mundo... Diana Sanz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-111031334317865270?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/111031334317865270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=111031334317865270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/111031334317865270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/111031334317865270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2005/03/womans-day.html' title='Woman&apos;s day'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-109528994768929522</id><published>2004-09-15T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T18:30:04.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/1024/BANDERA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 177px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 135px" height="110" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/480/BANDERA.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INDEPENDENCE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;VIVA MEXICO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-109528994768929522?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/109528994768929522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=109528994768929522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109528994768929522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109528994768929522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-16.html' title='September 16'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-109373139078249375</id><published>2004-08-28T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T17:25:15.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real?</title><content type='html'>You must realize that nothing disappears, because the real one is the thought, the physicist is just an irony, then you can feel that these there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance only is physical and you notice that it does not matter, not, if your soul can fly as the birds and come there, to the place where always you have wanted to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most strange thing of everything, it is that I can write it, but I can't feel it, because I'm crying here... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/50/hermosillo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/200/hermosillo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-109373139078249375?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/109373139078249375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=109373139078249375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109373139078249375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109373139078249375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/08/real.html' title='Real?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-109148303769634992</id><published>2004-08-02T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:58:39.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/1024/zon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/400/zon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm in love, I dont know it yet, only I know that when I see you, boils my blood and when I do not see you I miss you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-109148303769634992?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/109148303769634992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=109148303769634992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109148303769634992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109148303769634992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/08/love_02.html' title='Love???'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-109120063881406809</id><published>2004-07-30T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T10:27:24.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno aprende</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't accustom post poems&amp;nbsp;from others authors, but this one is very good, is from Argentine author Jorge Luis Borges, I did not translate it because serious sacrilege, but&amp;nbsp;you can take a translator and&amp;nbsp;you could see&amp;nbsp;that is really beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de un tiempo, uno aprende la sutil diferencia &lt;br /&gt;entre sostener una mano y encadenar un alma. &lt;br /&gt;Y uno aprende que el amor no significa recostarse &lt;br /&gt;y una compañía no significa seguridad. &lt;br /&gt;Y uno empieza a aprender... que los besos no son &lt;br /&gt;contratos y los regalos no son promesas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas &lt;br /&gt;con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos. &lt;br /&gt;Y uno aprende a construir todos sus caminos en el hoy, &lt;br /&gt;porque el terreno de mañana es demasiado inseguro para planes... &lt;br /&gt;y los futuros tienen una forma de caerse en la mitad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y después de un tiempo uno aprende que si es &lt;br /&gt;demasiado hasta el calorcito del sol quema. &lt;br /&gt;Así que uno planta su propio jardín y decora su propia alma, &lt;br /&gt;en lugar de esperar a que alguien le traiga flores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y uno aprende que realmente puede aguantar, &lt;br /&gt;que uno realmente es fuerte, que uno realmente vale. &lt;br /&gt;Y uno aprende y aprende... &lt;br /&gt;Y con cada adiós uno aprende. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.L. Borges &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-109120063881406809?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/109120063881406809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=109120063881406809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109120063881406809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109120063881406809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/07/uno-aprende.html' title='Uno aprende'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-109069465450250957</id><published>2004-07-24T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T13:45:54.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The problem is that I can't talk about the problem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-109069465450250957?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/109069465450250957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=109069465450250957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109069465450250957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/109069465450250957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-problem.html' title='This is the problem...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-108914207538308050</id><published>2004-07-06T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T11:52:46.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have the things that we want to have, because if you don't want then, you can leave it... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Diana Sanz 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108914207538308050?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108914207538308050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108914207538308050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108914207538308050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108914207538308050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-have-things-that-we-want-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-108878501446183859</id><published>2004-07-02T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:08:26.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/400/FOAM.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/400/FOAM.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am the foam that the waves drag,&lt;br /&gt;The foam that wraps your body, &lt;br /&gt;Even still after one night without truce, &lt;br /&gt;Without rest, &lt;br /&gt;I am the foam that refreshes your lips &lt;br /&gt;And that burns your arms, &lt;br /&gt;I am the foam...&lt;br /&gt;I am the foam that goes away with the sea,&lt;br /&gt;And in him it will be lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Sanz&lt;br /&gt;June 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108878501446183859?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108878501446183859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108878501446183859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108878501446183859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108878501446183859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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-7052463.post-108792240348193783</id><published>2004-06-22T11:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T11:45:17.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I write to you these lines only to say to you that I hate you, &lt;br /&gt;Something that I had never felt, but now if I say it, &lt;br /&gt;I hate you, for deceiving myself with your words and your look, &lt;br /&gt;That damned look, which burns me and crosses my body, &lt;br /&gt;I hate you because I fell in love with you, &lt;br /&gt;But more I Hate You because really I never had you,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you because you made me dream &lt;br /&gt;And I hate You for having the full arms, &lt;br /&gt;While mine are emptinesses, &lt;br /&gt;I hate you for making myself believe that my lips &lt;br /&gt;would satisfy your thirst, &lt;br /&gt;When already they were satisfied, &lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but more I hate myself, &lt;br /&gt;For dreaming with a happy end, &lt;br /&gt;Something that in my life is never going to exist,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for making myself feel Hatred,&lt;br /&gt;Something that before from you I never felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Sanz&lt;br /&gt;05/25/2004&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108792240348193783?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108792240348193783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108792240348193783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108792240348193783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108792240348193783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-hate-you_22.html' title='I Hate You...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-108739927596768385</id><published>2004-06-16T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T10:21:15.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/50/untitled.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/400/untitled.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't time for to write nothing, but I can post my favorites pictures, May 29, 2004 Mexico City, the last America's concert from Alejandro Sanz&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108739927596768385?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108739927596768385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108739927596768385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108739927596768385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108739927596768385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-havent-time-for-to-write-nothing-but_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-108739918830140445</id><published>2004-06-16T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T10:19:48.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/1024/DIANITACERCA.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/400/DIANITACERCA.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there, in front of my dream, I was over the cruise, thats was terrific...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108739918830140445?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108739918830140445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108739918830140445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108739918830140445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108739918830140445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-was-there-in-front-of-my-dream-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-108628041340606894</id><published>2004-06-03T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T15:02:51.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Sanz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/640/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/254/1056/320/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happend with this design, looks like terrible, mmmm anyway this is some from my work, and my love...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108628041340606894?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108628041340606894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108628041340606894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108628041340606894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108628041340606894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/06/he-is-sanz.html' title='He is Sanz...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-108610785077851793</id><published>2004-06-01T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:37:30.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna win...</title><content type='html'>I just wanna feel my reality, because sometimes I just feel the dreams, only dreams, but no my own dreams, dreams about other people, dreams about you, I wanna open my wings and fly to other world, with new skys, without shadows, without paint, a new life for me, a new game for to play and win, because I don’t want lose again… &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108610785077851793?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108610785077851793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108610785077851793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108610785077851793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108610785077851793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-just-wanna-win.html' title='I just wanna win...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-108550359801514954</id><published>2004-05-25T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T12:34:37.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody hurts sometime, hold on...</title><content type='html'>yeah, this is a time not good for me, but maybe the things chance, not between he and me, just to chance in my life, I need it, because I think my heart is alone, and he doesnt want be sad anymore, he just wanna be free for to love, a real love, then to be in shadows find the light, find the sun and the sky, but I know, everybody hurts sometime, and maybe I did it, but now, my heart is break, anyway he will be ok in a few days, just for to be hurts again, and again, and never end...hold on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108550359801514954?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108550359801514954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108550359801514954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108550359801514954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108550359801514954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/05/everybody-hurts-sometime-hold-on.html' title='everybody hurts sometime, hold on...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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-7052463.post-108542162026088120</id><published>2004-05-24T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T13:00:20.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...quién lleva a quién?</title><content type='html'>Creo que ya no tengo en que pensar, y que no tengo que preocuparme por lo que sucederá, porque de una u otra forma pasará, me he dado cuenta que es inevitable y que no se puede cambiar nada que no quieras cambiar, he tratado de dominarlo, para que al final sea, lo que yo quiero que sea, y parece que lo he logrado, ni el propio destino se ha dado cuenta que soy yo la que lo lleva ahora, he soñado lo que ha pasado, incluso he deseado lo que ha pasado, como puede decidir uno lo que sucederá, no lo sé, pero parece que hasta hoy lo he hecho y me alegra, destino amigo mío, no se si existas, pues has sido lo que he querido, extraño?, si demasiado, quíen lleva a quién?, o quizás ya me perdí, si me encuentras por ahi, date la vuelta pues no te seguiré, puedes acompañarme si lo deseas, pero sólo como simple expectador...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108542162026088120?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108542162026088120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108542162026088120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108542162026088120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108542162026088120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/05/quin-lleva-quin.html' title='...quién lleva a quién?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-108516750227255510</id><published>2004-05-21T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T10:04:32.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more posts...</title><content type='html'>Somebody said me, you need more posts Diana Sanz, and I think yes, I need more, but I don't know about what write, becouse I've many work, and the people come and they say, Diana, do you have the master of the Yagual?, or Diana do you have information of litologi???, come on, all is Diana, and I need to do many things, so for today is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108516750227255510?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108516750227255510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108516750227255510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108516750227255510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108516750227255510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/05/more-posts.html' title='more posts...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052463.post-108508200874345799</id><published>2004-05-20T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T14:40:08.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well, let me think...</title><content type='html'>maybe some people think, who is Diana, well, Diana is a 23 years old girl, with many dreams, who lives in her own world, she is a dreamer, she wants win every time, but she has a problem, sometimes she can be shy, or you can see she like an angry people, but I think, she is Diana and maybe you and me need touch her soul for to be sure who is Diana, come on open your eyes and put attention...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7052463-108508200874345799?l=dianasanz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/feeds/108508200874345799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7052463&amp;postID=108508200874345799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108508200874345799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7052463/posts/default/108508200874345799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasanz.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-let-me-think.html' title='well, let me think...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04654830017159807256</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
