tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168431.post-72976354176545465132007-11-02T04:36:00.000-03:002007-11-02T04:39:54.412-03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KQDIg7jYH8k/RyrUD1wI7UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6XevY79rFgQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128144288148417858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="315" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KQDIg7jYH8k/RyrUD1wI7UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6XevY79rFgQ/s400/4.jpg" width="328" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No nos unía lo afín.<br />Ni siquiera el sinfín de abismos intermedios.<br />Quizá un poco, y sólo un ápice, ese presente de deseoso acontecer mutuo.</div>Lailahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775664688726319823noreply@blogger.com