tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78528300698931869182024-03-12T19:16:59.684-07:00coplas y retahìlasJOSHUAN SMITH MENDEZ RIOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671480831338290260noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852830069893186918.post-68420670764840408472012-03-19T17:53:00.001-07:002012-03-19T17:53:10.162-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>JOSHUAN SMITH MENDEZ RIOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671480831338290260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852830069893186918.post-53471540218733949142012-03-19T17:49:00.001-07:002012-03-19T17:49:11.346-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
las uvas eran verdes<br />
pero el tiempo las maduro;<br />
mi corazón era libre<br />
pero una muchacha lo conquistó.</div>JOSHUAN SMITH MENDEZ RIOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671480831338290260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852830069893186918.post-88624507748032398602012-03-19T17:46:00.003-07:002012-03-19T17:46:46.036-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
cinco pollitos tiene mi tía,<br />
uno le salta, otro le pía<br />
y otro le canta la sinfonía.</div>JOSHUAN SMITH MENDEZ RIOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671480831338290260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852830069893186918.post-46605640107798098942012-03-19T17:33:00.002-07:002012-03-19T17:33:27.082-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
clavelito colorado<div>
matizado con romero,</div>
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¿ cómo no te he de querer</div>
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si fuiste mi amor primero ?</div>
</div>JOSHUAN SMITH MENDEZ RIOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671480831338290260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852830069893186918.post-64883414700798907942011-12-30T14:48:00.000-08:002011-12-30T14:48:01.316-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ojos verdes son el mar ;<br />
ojos azules, el cielo;<br />
ojos pardos, purgatorio;<br />
y ojos negros, el infierno.</div>JOSHUAN SMITH MENDEZ RIOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671480831338290260noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852830069893186918.post-592713430170096122011-12-29T10:42:00.000-08:002011-12-29T10:42:39.032-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Déjame entrar al monte,<br /><div>
déjame coger la flor,</div>
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déjame dormir sueñito</div>
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entre tus brazos mi amor</div>
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Bonito escomer con hambre,<br />
bonito es beber con sed,<br />
bonito es dormir sin sueño<br />
con una linda mujer </div>JOSHUAN SMITH MENDEZ RIOShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671480831338290260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852830069893186918.post-27344383864201411012011-12-29T09:37:00.001-08:002011-12-29T09:45:37.290-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
el gallo en su gallinero<br />
libre se sacude y canta<br />
el que duerme en casa ajena<br />
pasitico se levanta<br />
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