<?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-7768806490141847627</id><updated>2012-01-23T06:55:06.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Gusta El Sexo...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-4493201473472471957</id><published>2011-11-09T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:13:10.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puedo ser editado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOlNDxYNQqU/Trqz64eGIMI/AAAAAAAABAA/uXrwa3QO4qY/s1600/amor01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673044504798961858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOlNDxYNQqU/Trqz64eGIMI/AAAAAAAABAA/uXrwa3QO4qY/s400/amor01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;El conocimiento viene de la experiencia... lo que uno lee abre la mente y aunque yo no leo... pero creo mis propios pensamientos... lo mismo que antes creé mi propia vida... Nunca supe porque era fiel... hoy puedo contestarlo... no lo lei en ningú libro ...y nadie me lo dijo ...lo experimenté conmigo mismo...Es por éso que hice de mi vida lo que yo queria...No existe para mí el fracaso o el éxito.la búsqueda constante me hace no sentir ni uno ni otro.Busco y sin buscar encuentro. En estos momentos mi vida es menos fácil que antes,pero me la rebusco... como para no pedir nada a nadie...y seguir mi camino. Soy leal no tengo sombras ni pecados, soy un libro abierto que puede ser...editado&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/7768806490141847627-4493201473472471957?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/4493201473472471957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=4493201473472471957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/4493201473472471957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/4493201473472471957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/11/puedo-ser-editado.html' title='Puedo ser editado'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NOlNDxYNQqU/Trqz64eGIMI/AAAAAAAABAA/uXrwa3QO4qY/s72-c/amor01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-349404963287707554</id><published>2011-09-08T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T04:29:47.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yndJ2wtj5io/TmimgkZn8eI/AAAAAAAAA_s/g2dFfAzNM0k/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yndJ2wtj5io/TmimgkZn8eI/AAAAAAAAA_s/g2dFfAzNM0k/s400/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649948810993463778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;De un momento a otro la vida nos cambia.Un accidente, una enfermedad, la pérdida de un trabajo... Suceden cosas que es imposible pararlas. Si bien las primeras horas son  terribles, lentamente a medida que van ;pasando los dias las cosas se van transformando...Y aunque pintemos los momentos lo mejor que podemos nuestro destino ya esta marcado por el tiempo de vivirnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768806490141847627-349404963287707554?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/349404963287707554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=349404963287707554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/349404963287707554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/349404963287707554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/09/el-destino.html' title='El destino'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yndJ2wtj5io/TmimgkZn8eI/AAAAAAAAA_s/g2dFfAzNM0k/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-8167555699184231605</id><published>2011-08-20T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T04:22:09.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi amor ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoPcN9U19FE/TmilMPFRz6I/AAAAAAAAA_k/1cPnR9b6HO8/s1600/8%255B1%255D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoPcN9U19FE/TmilMPFRz6I/AAAAAAAAA_k/1cPnR9b6HO8/s400/8%255B1%255D.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649947362161971106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoy me di cuenta que tenía miedo de perderla.Uno piensa que el amor es para siempre y pierde su tiempo en tonteras, sin saber que el tiempo es lo único que tenemos. Los miedos que tengo a veces me paralizan la vida Y pienso ..Si pudiera ir a su encuentro hoy sábado...pero no puedo .Nadie me lo prohibe. Es solo mi pensamiento .Y aunque se que la amo..espero&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/7768806490141847627-8167555699184231605?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/8167555699184231605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=8167555699184231605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/8167555699184231605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/8167555699184231605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/08/hoy-me-di-cuenta-que-tenia-miedo-de.html' title='Mi amor ...'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoPcN9U19FE/TmilMPFRz6I/AAAAAAAAA_k/1cPnR9b6HO8/s72-c/8%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-789823282357007562</id><published>2011-04-13T03:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T05:24:42.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No te detengas a pensar...vive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_HV4m9ko6U/Tba5dr2zVHI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Zhy1b87AJgs/s1600/5569023819_01b2a6fc1a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599867106321716338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_HV4m9ko6U/Tba5dr2zVHI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Zhy1b87AJgs/s400/5569023819_01b2a6fc1a_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La vida es una obra de teatro que no permite ensayos...Por eso, canta, ríe, baila, llora y vive intensamente cada momento de tu vida... antes que el telón baje y la obra termine sin aplausos. &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/7768806490141847627-789823282357007562?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/789823282357007562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=789823282357007562&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/789823282357007562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/789823282357007562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-vida-es-una-obra-de-teatro-que-no.html' title='No te detengas a pensar...vive...'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_HV4m9ko6U/Tba5dr2zVHI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Zhy1b87AJgs/s72-c/5569023819_01b2a6fc1a_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-2409405780401493329</id><published>2011-03-25T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:52:56.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hablando tan solo de pasión</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UT6PdLZoHe0/TYyP8DYEXaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/FEwarPz0uXs/s1600/EROTISMO_%252856%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587999499521121698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UT6PdLZoHe0/TYyP8DYEXaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/FEwarPz0uXs/s400/EROTISMO_%252856%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;El amor no cambia. Se adentra se hace mas grande hay mas comprension. Lo que cambia es el momento de la pasion. La urgencia de sentir , de oler de palpar a la otra persona. Y siempre no es uno...son los dos que comienzan sin darse cuenta a cambiar. Ese es el momento de renovarse para no irse a los brazos de alguien que lo haga sentir a uno como el primer dia...Ahi esta la magia del amor. En renovarse sin cambiar de sexo en la cama del amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7768806490141847627-2409405780401493329?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/2409405780401493329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=2409405780401493329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/2409405780401493329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/2409405780401493329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-amor-no-cambia.html' title='Hablando tan solo de pasión'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UT6PdLZoHe0/TYyP8DYEXaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/FEwarPz0uXs/s72-c/EROTISMO_%252856%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-6840089919674888693</id><published>2011-03-10T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:18:18.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De punta a punta te quiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujKzhKfCHJ4/TX16ykhJ0gI/AAAAAAAAA9g/8p3NH2_Hp3w/s1600/nnnnnnnnnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583754122224062978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujKzhKfCHJ4/TX16ykhJ0gI/AAAAAAAAA9g/8p3NH2_Hp3w/s400/nnnnnnnnnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Te quiero como eres romantica y pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;De noche cambias si pareces Diablo&lt;br /&gt;Te meces en tu sexo mientras yo te miro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Te escondes de mi... Aunque yo te veo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Siempre seras mia y yo sere de tu alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nada nos separa ni siquiera la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Me envuelves todo entero en tus momentos sublimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y te hago mia de punta a punta con mi sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/7768806490141847627-6840089919674888693?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/6840089919674888693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=6840089919674888693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/6840089919674888693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/6840089919674888693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/03/te-quiero-como-eres-romantica-y-pura-de.html' title='De punta a punta te quiero'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujKzhKfCHJ4/TX16ykhJ0gI/AAAAAAAAA9g/8p3NH2_Hp3w/s72-c/nnnnnnnnnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-2722797121124979024</id><published>2011-03-01T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T04:54:23.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me dejo ir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-We6bmnki4sM/TX9TXuHyaMI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/71xSwliJLlA/s1600/hold_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584273729945495746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-We6bmnki4sM/TX9TXuHyaMI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/71xSwliJLlA/s320/hold_me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Miud2hPuuTI/TX3lKppktyI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Y_8887KkvDU/s1600/y1pQjVLTHRcVj-63OoyyoAgU5lJjoMBc0LUrtlwvlnbVm9roQcnU9eSVVUAR59ig43ZOiREtlTGw4g.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No quiero escribir. Sin razones quizás para sentir, me siento bien pero quiero compartir, sin ustedes lo que me hace sentir. Y mientras veo tu cuerpo partir, media desnuda delante de mí, con calzones en la mano flotando al decir, me voy de tí, y sin querer dejas tu aroma de plena mujer que sabe bien lo que quiere hacer, mientras yo en un rincón, me dejo ir.&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/7768806490141847627-2722797121124979024?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/2722797121124979024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=2722797121124979024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/2722797121124979024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/2722797121124979024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-dejo-ir.html' title='Me dejo ir'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-We6bmnki4sM/TX9TXuHyaMI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/71xSwliJLlA/s72-c/hold_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-1150189230165018664</id><published>2011-02-21T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:19:44.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si te hacen una ofensa no devuelvas lo ofendido, es mejor callarse que alterar lo que está perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sia64a_sT8/TWMm10dIF7I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/egvwueoul2g/s1600/Fumar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576343469670537138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sia64a_sT8/TWMm10dIF7I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/egvwueoul2g/s400/Fumar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me gusta el sexo, haciendo el amor vestidos&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta el sexo con ropa y dormidos&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta el sexo, parado al revés o desvestidos&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el sexo y si no lo tengo&lt;br /&gt;me quedo dormido&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/7768806490141847627-1150189230165018664?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/1150189230165018664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=1150189230165018664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/1150189230165018664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/1150189230165018664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='si te hacen una ofensa no devuelvas lo ofendido, es mejor callarse que alterar lo que está perdido'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sia64a_sT8/TWMm10dIF7I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/egvwueoul2g/s72-c/Fumar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-1409953451587636788</id><published>2011-02-20T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:24:22.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo con el tiempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6YlxV_sDKU8/TWiAbGMgVjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/q1V5a4tJ2Ps/s1600/breath1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577849341506246194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6YlxV_sDKU8/TWiAbGMgVjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/q1V5a4tJ2Ps/s400/breath1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3SvXmx9ykI/TWFYLGEGJVI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/8cQPNFCsOUs/s1600/nn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con el tiempo me he dado cuenta que el poder esta en mí, para cambiarme. Con el tiempo aprendi que en la infidelidad solo yo, soy el culpable. Con el tiempo ví que los buenos amigos son pocos. Con el tiempo me he dado cuenta que dar sin pedir, es lo mejor que puede pasarme.Con el tiempo vi que mi vida fue casi mágica. Con el tiempo dejé de creer en cosas que hoy son importantes.Con el tiempo veo que la mujer que esta a mi lado, es lo importante. Con el tiempo, se que soy hombre de solo una mujer en mi vida de poeta amante.&lt;/strong&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/7768806490141847627-1409953451587636788?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/1409953451587636788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=1409953451587636788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/1409953451587636788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/1409953451587636788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/02/con-el-tiempo-me-he-dado-cuenta-que-el.html' title='Solo con el tiempo...'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6YlxV_sDKU8/TWiAbGMgVjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/q1V5a4tJ2Ps/s72-c/breath1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-2211284684099532626</id><published>2011-02-16T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:29:37.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desconocidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OW4sm7rbF2U/TVyIBP7mn7I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Sejl9b3hilk/s1600/ven1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574479993815605170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OW4sm7rbF2U/TVyIBP7mn7I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Sejl9b3hilk/s400/ven1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-of0IxBF2K0o/TVyHNkJ9l7I/AAAAAAAAA7o/iuOSzsGnkk0/s1600/rainkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desconocidos. Hasta aquella noche éramos dos desconocidos que sabían el uno del otro poco más que -el nombre- Un ascensor, una puerta levemente abierta y yo tras ella.Oí tus pasos acercarse ,con el corazón golpeándome el pecho, te vi cruzar el umbral sin atreverme . Allí estabas, sólo una fantasía hasta unos pocos minutos antes. Una fantasia que quizás iba a ser realidad. Supe que te gustaban las corbatas y el cigarrillo mentolado. Te miré, no sabía que había detrás de ese pelo ondeado despeinado a propósito por tu mano, ya que mientras hablabas te lo tocabas constantemente.Eras linda, suave y sensualmente mujer. Lo presentí desde el primer momento. Seríamos simplemente un hombre y una mujer en la magia de descubrirnos. ¿Seríamos ?.......... Continuará.&lt;/strong&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/7768806490141847627-2211284684099532626?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/2211284684099532626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=2211284684099532626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/2211284684099532626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/2211284684099532626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/02/desconocidos.html' title='Desconocidos'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OW4sm7rbF2U/TVyIBP7mn7I/AAAAAAAAA7w/Sejl9b3hilk/s72-c/ven1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-4771442208161577270</id><published>2011-02-13T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:20:37.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que voy aprendiendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzdQjEzfW4E/TVgPySxAH-I/AAAAAAAAA6I/yY4HchWa4f4/s1600/Mujeres_infieles.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573221895576231906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzdQjEzfW4E/TVgPySxAH-I/AAAAAAAAA6I/yY4HchWa4f4/s400/Mujeres_infieles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En la vida he aprendido,que puedes hacer algo en un instante que te causará dolor de por vida. Que siempre debes dejar con palabras de amor a las personas que quieres. Que si no controlas tu actitud, ella te controlará a ti.Que los héroes son las personas que hacen lo que se tiene que hacer, cuando se necesita hacerlo y sin importar las consecuencias. He aprendido,que a veces, cuando estoy enojado, y aunque tenga derecho para estarlo, eso no me da el derecho de ser cruel. He aprendido,ya que estoy vivo y no tengo ni cuarenta, ni cincuenta, que la vida es más que una pregunta, y una respuesta, no es la solución a lo que buscamos.He aprendido que es más importante el otro que uno mismo, y que si sabemos reaccionar positivo, nuestra vida será diferente. He aprendido, que estoy simplemente vivo.Y eso es suficiente,entenderme para entenderte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768806490141847627-4771442208161577270?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/4771442208161577270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=4771442208161577270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/4771442208161577270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/4771442208161577270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2011/02/lo-que-voy-aprendiendo.html' title='Lo que voy aprendiendo'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzdQjEzfW4E/TVgPySxAH-I/AAAAAAAAA6I/yY4HchWa4f4/s72-c/Mujeres_infieles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-711528481867040152</id><published>2010-04-17T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:54:10.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantener la calma...antes de hablar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hVTL7WmboY/TVhhAJ0hDjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sQZWFJeta6o/s1600/poema2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573311194135072306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hVTL7WmboY/TVhhAJ0hDjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sQZWFJeta6o/s400/poema2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Te quiero desde adentro y aunque a veces quisiera no quererte... te quiero porque eres parte de mí como son los besos y el aroma de tu cuerpo.&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/7768806490141847627-711528481867040152?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/711528481867040152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=711528481867040152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/711528481867040152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/711528481867040152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2010/04/pelearse-es-inseguridad-atacar-es.html' title='Mantener la calma...antes de hablar'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hVTL7WmboY/TVhhAJ0hDjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/sQZWFJeta6o/s72-c/poema2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-702369904894804393</id><published>2010-01-21T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T04:54:10.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0UsYlprlbF0/TVp3avbjZmI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gyFN8SLjf1o/s1600/vaqueros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573898790116746850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0UsYlprlbF0/TVp3avbjZmI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gyFN8SLjf1o/s400/vaqueros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2nqIeOsB3mk/TVgQxHErk-I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mFLYtUFI01c/s1600/5201481334_c65a53684d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:yellow;"&gt;Nosotros siempre nos empeñamos en cambiar el mundo. Eso es sólo una huída. Yo siempre he sentido que la gente que se empeña en cambiar a los demás, en realidad está huyendo de sus propias frustraciones, de sus propios conflictos, de sus propias ansiedades, de su propia angustia. Está enfocando su mente hacia otras cosas, está ocupando su mente con otras cosas, pero no puede cambiarse a sí mismo. Es más fácil tratar de cambiar el mundo que cambiarse a uno mismo.&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/7768806490141847627-702369904894804393?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/702369904894804393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=702369904894804393&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/702369904894804393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/702369904894804393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2010/01/nosotros-siempre-nos-empenamos-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0UsYlprlbF0/TVp3avbjZmI/AAAAAAAAA7I/gyFN8SLjf1o/s72-c/vaqueros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-3844828140110495124</id><published>2009-11-23T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T04:57:05.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis vicios son....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YeTasDxEVN0/TVp32Wf5CiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/qwxxHl6AGPo/s1600/sex-keyboard-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573899264460392994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YeTasDxEVN0/TVp32Wf5CiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/qwxxHl6AGPo/s400/sex-keyboard-300x225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNy9xi-i0gk/TVgiVL3pLvI/AAAAAAAAA6o/R2ljeszTqbk/s1600/dreamstime_15942849-e1291592252899.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnJE0ypC_sc/TVghoKP8dMI/AAAAAAAAA6g/M7p51mPdwOY/s1600/69_Sex_Revolver.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQqPVpZEUpA/TVcwTKNPdDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/b3eIgeEqslE/s1600/desilusion_thumb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando estamos en la cama sedientos de deseo y tu boca me besa dejándome siempre inquieto. Y tu saliva va entrando en mis adentros . Mientras a solas y a oscuras intercambiamos fluídos con aroma a sentimientos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&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/7768806490141847627-3844828140110495124?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/3844828140110495124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=3844828140110495124&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/3844828140110495124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/3844828140110495124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2009/11/mis-vicios-son.html' title='Mis vicios son....'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YeTasDxEVN0/TVp32Wf5CiI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/qwxxHl6AGPo/s72-c/sex-keyboard-300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-7970736337496674104</id><published>2009-05-12T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:28:35.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El mejor vicio es el sexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdrSFyJdZ14/TVgivEGhCkI/AAAAAAAAA6w/QWz5EaS_u1I/s1600/nnnnnnnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573242730821257794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdrSFyJdZ14/TVgivEGhCkI/AAAAAAAAA6w/QWz5EaS_u1I/s400/nnnnnnnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/SjRt1n_-i1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/9LBdJhFWDvA/s1600-h/10601mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quizás, los mejores vicios, sean aquellos que se recuerdan con una sonrisa entre los labios, porque ya forman parte del pasado. Las mejores veladas, las que se planean de antemano y luego no se cumplen como esperabas. Las palabras mas bellas, son sin duda, las que nunca se dicen. El perfecto amante, el que espera el momento adecuado para hacerte feliz.Cuando echas de menos a alguien, te das cuenta de lo importante que fue en tu vida. Y ella, sin duda lo fue. Aprendimos cosas que nunca se olvidarán. Juntos, recorrimos lugares que en solitario son distintos . Mis vicios: el aroma de tu piel, tu sexo y tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768806490141847627-7970736337496674104?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/7970736337496674104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=7970736337496674104&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/7970736337496674104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/7970736337496674104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-vez-en-cuando-nos-escribimos.html' title='El mejor vicio es el sexo'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdrSFyJdZ14/TVgivEGhCkI/AAAAAAAAA6w/QWz5EaS_u1I/s72-c/nnnnnnnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768806490141847627.post-351596505219606918</id><published>2009-04-16T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:01:24.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PU_1Fhv6s8I/TVsTyOmweRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/wH64SlB0OdE/s1600/dedo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574070717436164370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PU_1Fhv6s8I/TVsTyOmweRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/wH64SlB0OdE/s400/dedo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/SgchhRlwR9I/AAAAAAAAAvE/n340UsWQXDU/s1600-h/beth.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;...you fly me to places i never could go&lt;br /&gt;you send me kisses made of shivery gold&lt;br /&gt;i’ll place a crown upon your precious curls&lt;br /&gt;all hail! you’re the king of my wanton world…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7768806490141847627-351596505219606918?l=marcomacho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/feeds/351596505219606918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768806490141847627&amp;postID=351596505219606918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/351596505219606918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768806490141847627/posts/default/351596505219606918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcomacho.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Fly'/><author><name>Marco Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07737901228825096574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLLy7_xUAdc/Sh35jCbtckI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Nv0WeEP2GIQ/S220/191066748_a055a1807ahombre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PU_1Fhv6s8I/TVsTyOmweRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/wH64SlB0OdE/s72-c/dedo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
