tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40125249721469440132009-10-14T03:11:07.640+02:00gelesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-41769319863484489772008-10-02T23:58:00.004+02:002009-01-08T23:02:06.255+01:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" >Yo no he creido en religión alguna<br />es más<br />cuando lo hice<br />perdí la fe y la esperanza<br /><br />Yo he creido en el Dios vivo y verdadero<br />aquél que dió su vida<br />por mi<br />sin yo merecerlo<br />y que después resucitó<br />y venció la muerte.<br /><br />Yo no he creido en religión alguna<br />porque crean ataduras y<br />mandamientos de hombres<br /><br />Yo he creido en aquél que dijo<br />"yo soy el camino y la verdad<br />y la vida y nadie viene al Padre sino por mi"<br /><br />El me ha hecho libre<br /><br />Y no es que yo sea buena<br />pues no hay ni uno bueno, solo Dios<br />pero tengo hambre y sed de justicia<br /><br />y me recuesto a su lado<br />como María<br />pues solo hallo reposo en El<br /><br />Y su Palabra conforta mi alma<br /><br />Mi Padre, mi Buen Pastor,<br />Mi amado Jesus<br />conocerle es lo mas grande<br />que puede acontecerle<br />al ser humano<br /><br /><br />Octubre 2008</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-4176931986348448977?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-44411449375539935682008-06-15T01:19:00.008+02:002009-02-01T01:50:41.416+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SFRSHDZXbrI/AAAAAAAAASE/khRGs3Y9N8g/s1600-h/y1p1O-zA58OkCIt8viiZjcu3HIOfeONKmiFpa8xPNL3yf3qHo1zQZOyLL6ZFhu3DOsP8Ax9EfuvrGM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211880949898768050" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SFRSHDZXbrI/AAAAAAAAASE/khRGs3Y9N8g/s400/y1p1O-zA58OkCIt8viiZjcu3HIOfeONKmiFpa8xPNL3yf3qHo1zQZOyLL6ZFhu3DOsP8Ax9EfuvrGM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Cada nuevo dia</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >es una espera en Dios</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >un depositarnos en sus manos</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >un despertar maravillados</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >por las grandes obras que hará El</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >El nos dice "Yo estoy con vosotros"</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >de qué temeremos</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >no hay por qué dudar</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >yo sé que El es fiel</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >y que me ama</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >y en sus brazos puedo descansar</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >...</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Camina en Dios</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >con gozo en tu semblante</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >adorale porque te ayudará</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >entregale tu vida y sigue</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >siempre adelante</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >alabale porque grande es su amor</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >1983</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-4441144937553993568?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-64602464037587049612008-06-04T21:07:00.003+02:002008-11-15T10:44:04.858+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SEboxr7m-lI/AAAAAAAAARk/DLGoaVwQmKg/s1600-h/y1ppD3VumofxkceYoGr6UzqWgit9FMgVj3Zh4ebZYoTFYv-dn3ob69KTdbMlq6L-Drtk-4fOapbicI.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208105959404534354" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SEboxr7m-lI/AAAAAAAAARk/DLGoaVwQmKg/s400/y1ppD3VumofxkceYoGr6UzqWgit9FMgVj3Zh4ebZYoTFYv-dn3ob69KTdbMlq6L-Drtk-4fOapbicI.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_Comments_CommentsView"><p><br /></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">La vida es un instante y se nos va </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">como si fuera un beso que no das </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">y se queda el sabor de no haberla vivido </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">de que pasó muy aprisa </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">de que se fue sin llegar. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">La vida es corta si </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">por eso vivirla es importante </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a cada paso y a cada instante </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sin mirar para atrás </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sin temer adelante </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">intensamente todo </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">porque todo es la vida </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que nos toca vivir. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Amando porque amando vives </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">pues sin amor no hay vida.. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Y parece que es mucho </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">mas cuando te das cuenta </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">acaba la función </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">y se cierra la puerta</span></strong> </p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-6460246403758704961?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-73466709249437470272008-04-22T21:41:00.006+02:002008-10-02T19:39:31.363+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SOJnVJkQ_7I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YX1VuX7tJiY/s1600-h/mundo_reverso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251873728510361522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SOJnVJkQ_7I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YX1VuX7tJiY/s400/mundo_reverso.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Te guste o no</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">recogemos lo que sembramos</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">hay leyes inmutables</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">te guste o no</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Te guste o no</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">el sol brilla para todos</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">y todos somos lo mismo</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">te guste o no</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Te guste o no</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">hay quien rompe y quien se arriesga</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">a quedarse solo</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">y hay quien teme la soledad</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">y hay quien busca</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">te guste o no</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">el que busca encuentra</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Si salimos o si entramos</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">si estamos de vuelta o no hemos ido</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">valemos más que el oro</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">y somos polvo</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Te guste o no</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">asi es la vida</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">el que sufre y el que rie</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">y el que nada valora</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">todos tienen su tiempo</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">y a todos llega su hora</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">te guste o no.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Julio 2005</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-7346670924943747027?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-36008003844039446932008-04-22T21:40:00.004+02:002008-11-15T10:44:05.105+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SBDuf6twpzI/AAAAAAAAADI/twLD1lTPLlw/s1600-h/100_2145.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192912602462725938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SBDuf6twpzI/AAAAAAAAADI/twLD1lTPLlw/s400/100_2145.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Tu fidelidad<br />no la mia<br />me mantiene cada dia.<br /><br />Tu amor por mi<br />sin duda alguna<br />es un lazo indeformable<br />que abraza mi torpeza.<br /><br />2005</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-3600800384403944693?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-62792061404187618442008-04-22T20:57:00.004+02:002008-11-15T10:44:05.286+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SA43fatwpwI/AAAAAAAAACw/EFdD46xY_5k/s1600-h/Avella45.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192148433291486978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SA43fatwpwI/AAAAAAAAACw/EFdD46xY_5k/s400/Avella45.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Señor yo quiero</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">llevar fruto para ti</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">que mi vida no sea</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">quemada por la necedad</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">de buscar donde tu no estás.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Que no me llene de razones</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">y me aleje de ti</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">que mi corazón no anhele</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">vanidades</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">ni tesoros "podridos".</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Ayudame</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">como siempre has hecho</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">a resurgir del polvo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">de la torpe caida</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">no permitas que estancada </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">pueda quedar mi vida</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Atráeme hacia ti</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">porque donde tu habitas</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">no es posible la miseria</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">ni el conformismo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">ni ser vencida.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Diciembre 1992</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-6279206140418761844?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-45026200945644194092008-04-22T20:54:00.004+02:002008-11-15T10:44:05.453+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SBTrDKtwrFI/AAAAAAAAANk/dHieBJBSeU4/s1600-h/ScannedImage-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194034709913447506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SBTrDKtwrFI/AAAAAAAAANk/dHieBJBSeU4/s400/ScannedImage-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Antes que nada</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">decirte</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">¡¡Hola, al fin!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">despues de tanta noche</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">y tanto frio</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">has llamado a la puerta</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">de mi vida.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Tantas veces quizás antes</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">lo hiciste</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">y no te oía.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">1989</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-4502620094564419409?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-8652836414407023682008-04-22T20:51:00.004+02:002008-11-15T10:44:05.724+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SCx3BnQbMuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qEvgO1apjbY/s1600-h/y1pgTpH3DTrNABigwq5PyTN_HuuMfGffX4WJhMlwSOXL3QuouKWblZAUv6y7cwi5KW_gQEov-lUjd0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200662539307528930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SCx3BnQbMuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qEvgO1apjbY/s400/y1pgTpH3DTrNABigwq5PyTN_HuuMfGffX4WJhMlwSOXL3QuouKWblZAUv6y7cwi5KW_gQEov-lUjd0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Esto sé<br />decir amor<br />amado<br />con silenciosas voces<br />que tú conoces<br />desde antes.<br /><br />Noviembre 1989</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-865283641440702368?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-12854700580990548552008-04-22T20:47:00.004+02:002008-11-15T10:44:05.835+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SA4-CatwpxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D4YZrItK-Zk/s1600-h/Antorcha.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192155631656675090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SA4-CatwpxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/D4YZrItK-Zk/s400/Antorcha.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Quién eres tú<br />qué espero<br /><br />Sueño<br />Azul<br />Desvelo<br /><br />Eres la paz<br />el cielo<br />antorcha encendida<br />que ilumina el suelo<br />las huellas en que pisan<br />mis deformes vuelos<br /><br />Paloma de futuro<br />casa cierta<br />más que todo<br />ERES.<br /><br />1989</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-1285470058099054855?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-71437839157635156962008-04-22T20:38:00.005+02:002008-11-15T10:44:06.012+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SBDwDatwp0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/7jyOJpN5BuE/s1600-h/20080413-180106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192914311859709762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SBDwDatwp0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/7jyOJpN5BuE/s400/20080413-180106.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">El ha sido el que tocó<br />la brisa<br />desprendiendo aromas<br /><br />El llenó de primaveras<br />el alma<br />El es quien adorna el alba<br />con suaves brotes<br />de luz.<br /><br />El anuncia el amor<br />encendiendo su llama<br />El besa el corazón<br />que clama.<br /><br />Marzo 1989</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-7143783915763515696?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-28915463398568951342008-04-20T23:09:00.006+02:002008-11-15T10:44:06.168+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAzlA9KYPXI/AAAAAAAAACg/cY2cCB-XSrc/s1600-h/amanecer-playacar-big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191776275032194418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAzlA9KYPXI/AAAAAAAAACg/cY2cCB-XSrc/s400/amanecer-playacar-big.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Tu belleza<br />tan cerca<br />tan ajena (ignorada)<br />rozándose conmigo<br />resbalando entre cristales<br />de ventanas cerradas<br />llamando<br />sin cesar<br />queriendo abrirlos<br /><br />No miran<br />no ven<br />no oyen<br /><br />Se olvidaron<br />están lejos<br /><br />Tu estás cerca<br />has venido a entregarnos<br />tu belleza<br />a las manos que quieran<br />recogerla<br /><br />Las manos se cerraron<br />como puños<br /><br />Tu belleza<br />tan cerca<br />tan ajena<br />esperando junto al alba<br />cada día<br /><br />Marzo 1989</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-2891546339856895134?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-75988738700927337232008-04-20T23:02:00.010+02:002008-11-15T10:44:06.307+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAzi1tKYPWI/AAAAAAAAACY/zlpynkavqbc/s1600-h/8379291.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191773882735410530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAzi1tKYPWI/AAAAAAAAACY/zlpynkavqbc/s400/8379291.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;">Desierto,<br />así es,<br />hacia adelante<br />o atrás<br />esa extensión.<br /><br />No importa cuan lejano<br />el horizonte<br />todo es desierto<br />hasta donde alcanzo a ver.<br /><br />Pero está tu paz<br />aquí<br />cobijando mi esperanza<br />el sol brilla<br />sobre mi.<br /><br />Desierto aún<br />si<br />pero tu paz es mas grande<br />el cielo claro<br />la vida Tu,<br />te alabo<br /><br />Marzo 1989</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-7598873870092733723?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-77348723424661767142008-04-20T22:57:00.004+02:002008-11-15T10:44:06.412+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAzwxNKYPYI/AAAAAAAAACo/9b82fbypfJY/s1600-h/2642_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191789198588788098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAzwxNKYPYI/AAAAAAAAACo/9b82fbypfJY/s400/2642_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Gracias Señor,<br />me maravilla tu amor<br />tu inmutabilidad.<br /><br />Siempre estás ahí,<br />sea cual sea el momento<br />a cualquier hora de la noche<br /><br />extiendo mi mano<br />y te encuentro<br />esperándome.<br /><br />Noviembre 1988</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-7734872342466176714?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-17048072023809151682008-04-20T22:10:00.003+02:002008-11-15T10:44:06.592+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAumb9KYPTI/AAAAAAAAACA/cSE8zlm9ub0/s1600-h/a259635.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191425994679401778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAumb9KYPTI/AAAAAAAAACA/cSE8zlm9ub0/s400/a259635.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">Cuantas veces</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">al borde de la huida</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">pero tu me has dado tu mano</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">me has dicho.. espera.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">Junio 1988</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-1704807202380915168?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-1856137884169525412008-04-20T21:04:00.006+02:002009-03-05T20:59:03.827+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAuUAdKYPNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wwZeHX4bnaw/s1600-h/y1pBqQ_i49sGmoOgynWnZKSr1d4sbI_slMdwsBHjfhOIqlOd8LesknsOIApB0bwXFhuvCKSMTQtJRw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191405731023699154" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAuUAdKYPNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wwZeHX4bnaw/s400/y1pBqQ_i49sGmoOgynWnZKSr1d4sbI_slMdwsBHjfhOIqlOd8LesknsOIApB0bwXFhuvCKSMTQtJRw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >En la tristeza estás tu</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >en la angustia estás tu</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >En la carencia de alguien estás tu</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >y ya no es carencia</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >en el dolor estás tu</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >en toda circunstancia</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >resplandece tu presencia</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Junio 1988</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-185613788416952541?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-53771959538682353792008-04-20T21:01:00.009+02:002008-11-15T10:44:06.806+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAui4dKYPSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5VSm0V0ttHg/s1600-h/Camino_01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191422086259162402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAui4dKYPSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5VSm0V0ttHg/s400/Camino_01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Señor</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">que duro a veces</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">el camino</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">que torpe yo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">que oscuro.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">No hay nada que pueda alejarme de ti</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">mas todo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">me lleva</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">a ver tu rostro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">y asir tu mano.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Aqui me tienes</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">en la espera</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">sabiendo que me amas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">y eso es lo mas fuerte</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Tu amor.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Junio 1988</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-5377195953868235379?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-69125761533437011562008-04-19T23:33:00.002+02:002008-11-15T10:44:06.990+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAuX29KYPRI/AAAAAAAAABw/xU2iy-aOT3k/s1600-h/y1pBqQ_i49sGmr0vAilb3zXD43A-Mtp6CXGlA00m9ju1RmvwNgHjLosnxONAs0PocXb4DWSrUIx3mc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191409965861453074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAuX29KYPRI/AAAAAAAAABw/xU2iy-aOT3k/s400/y1pBqQ_i49sGmr0vAilb3zXD43A-Mtp6CXGlA00m9ju1RmvwNgHjLosnxONAs0PocXb4DWSrUIx3mc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;">Señor, mi consuelo eres tú<br />No hay nada en este mundo<br />que me de ese consuelo que me dás<br /><br />Dios mío, yo no sé<br />mis ojos apenas pueden ver<br />algo brillar<br /><br />Pero al final<br />cuando la oscuridad se cierra<br />aparece tu luz<br />limpia y eterna<br /><br />Mayo 1986</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-6912576153343701156?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-53729668490499281152008-04-19T23:18:00.003+02:002008-11-15T10:44:07.166+01:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc99;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAph0tKYPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GKcpjuHvsG4/s1600-h/y1pBqQ_i49sGmrKr49ROSF0DqvyV8TytjZ-7UZCPTO_JopIlVFHJvrqExSB5DEmDNYZnSMw8S3OPfQ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191069078602136770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SAph0tKYPMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GKcpjuHvsG4/s400/y1pBqQ_i49sGmrKr49ROSF0DqvyV8TytjZ-7UZCPTO_JopIlVFHJvrqExSB5DEmDNYZnSMw8S3OPfQ.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Pensamientos de abandonar</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">de no poder</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">atraviesan mi mente</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">siento las punzadas </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">del dolor, en mi carne</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Señor, yo no comprendo</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">pero sé</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">que seguiré adelante</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">por tu gracia</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mayo 1986<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-5372966849049928115?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-82513750212136190082008-04-19T23:13:00.001+02:002008-11-15T10:44:07.182+01:00<div align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SApgkdKYPLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PiC8Q7SjbPA/s1600-h/7950_The_Angelus_Millet_Jean.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191067699917634738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SApgkdKYPLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PiC8Q7SjbPA/s400/7950_The_Angelus_Millet_Jean.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">Dame Señor esa confianza</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">para andar de tu mano</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">con los ojos cerrados</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">Que no pueda moverme de tu lado</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">el fuerte viento</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">el mar embravecido</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">Que tu mano se funda con la mía</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">Que tu puedas llevar mi vida entera</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">sin haber por mi parte rebeldía</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;">Junio 1985<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-8251375021213619008?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4012524972146944013.post-80112357124072381132008-04-19T22:36:00.003+02:002008-11-15T10:44:07.382+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SApdkdKYPKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ni8CyFEvJro/s1600-h/y1pBqQ_i49sGmrrwE4uNh54hXpu6qXqZ9kS45viKiXok5ydrpCova0sO3vNVafH0dOZxHLiIwShOwY.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191064401382751394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJUaTBAX3iI/SApdkdKYPKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ni8CyFEvJro/s400/y1pBqQ_i49sGmrrwE4uNh54hXpu6qXqZ9kS45viKiXok5ydrpCova0sO3vNVafH0dOZxHLiIwShOwY.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">No conocia este amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">porque buscaba donde no lo hay</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Estaba fuera de mi alcance</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">y asi mi vida se apagaba.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Llena de dudas, llena de dolor<br />endurecia más mi corazón</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">fingiendo ser feliz, mas no lo era</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">y al fin la oscuridad me rodeó.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Pero una luz brilló</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">cuando mas sola me encontraba</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">cuando la esperanza no existia en mi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">la luz de Jesucristo me alumbró</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Y vine a El</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">y le entregué mi ser</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Toda mi confianza en El deposité</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">y ha sido fiel.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Mayo 1984</span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4012524972146944013-8011235712407238113?l=poemiasgeles.blogspot.com'/></div>gelesnoreply@blogger.com0