tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post3211354492836287174..comments2023-06-10T15:34:06.665+02:00Comments on Emily Roberts: irse, dejarse ir, llevarse.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09363171128180454303noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-75345510874582832162011-07-04T07:46:59.076+02:002011-07-04T07:46:59.076+02:00merci?
:*merci? <br />:*Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09363171128180454303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-68557379749704429392011-07-04T02:15:29.662+02:002011-07-04T02:15:29.662+02:00Leer esto me ha dolido un poco!Leer esto me ha dolido un poco!Susan Urich Manriquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02105058103807474053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-78949325226977564752011-07-01T23:54:55.119+02:002011-07-01T23:54:55.119+02:00muchas gracias a todos :)muchas gracias a todos :)Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09363171128180454303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-65482508062282476112011-06-30T14:37:14.567+02:002011-06-30T14:37:14.567+02:00"Te quiero aquí: donde no hay poema". me..."Te quiero aquí: donde no hay poema". me encanta. Te sigo leyendo!Nata Ruiz-Povedahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02802934543632892098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-69602774157874423002011-06-29T07:07:48.914+02:002011-06-29T07:07:48.914+02:00Siempre que regreso a leerte es un placer.
<3...Siempre que regreso a leerte es un placer.<br /><br /><br /><3Amanda Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09048187056319215374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-34737051900607731082011-06-26T23:30:19.833+02:002011-06-26T23:30:19.833+02:00Hay siempre que querer donde no hay poema, donde l...Hay siempre que querer donde no hay poema, donde la sangre es urgente y es verdad que "sobretodo las ciudades sucias" se prestan.<br />abrazoleonardonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-80268933236104101392011-06-22T16:37:58.869+02:002011-06-22T16:37:58.869+02:00La sangre es la que me pudreLa sangre es la que me pudreElenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16476155844431076210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-67034490374301181392011-06-21T00:30:29.751+02:002011-06-21T00:30:29.751+02:00me identifico totalmente con tu escritome identifico totalmente con tu escritoPablo Hernández M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13407859359388777097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-39160457173997430502011-06-20T18:26:22.425+02:002011-06-20T18:26:22.425+02:00tu poema es mi urgenciatu poema es mi urgenciaNoelia Palmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10185384669310609858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-54549968001240222162011-06-20T17:31:02.786+02:002011-06-20T17:31:02.786+02:00donde no hay poema
(ahí está)
besosdonde no hay poema<br /><br />(ahí está)<br /><br />besosLarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09943970245801968035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-77206762983154553802011-06-20T08:54:06.597+02:002011-06-20T08:54:06.597+02:00Todo brilla porque está oscuroTodo brilla porque está oscuroIsabel Tejada Balsashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08564950896486888864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161856906112846004.post-15543303778617269272011-06-19T23:47:57.533+02:002011-06-19T23:47:57.533+02:00Ser consciente de que nos estamos dejando ir es am...Ser consciente de que nos estamos dejando ir es amarrarse un poquito a tierra... <br /><br />:*tormentahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13143517509766635328noreply@blogger.com