tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9784032.post-22847501530041682252008-04-08T16:23:00.001+02:002008-04-08T18:40:00.982+02:00<p></p><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y2puUbi2qgc/R_t-L6AreLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/sMKt_-X3d1c/s1600-h/991261_11c93d27d5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186878138863024306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y2puUbi2qgc/R_t-L6AreLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/sMKt_-X3d1c/s400/991261_11c93d27d5.jpg" border="0" /></a><blockquote> Puso tanto en su poema que cuando lo perdió se quedó sin nada. </div></blockquote>almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672536819156102513noreply@blogger.com