tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51090703986341795872024-02-02T14:51:23.808+01:00-- Retales De Mi Vida --Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-42438389893070573852011-06-06T17:54:00.003+02:002011-06-06T17:56:42.144+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: black;">[Fue la casualidad que estábamos esperando]</b></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b style="background-color: black;">NUNCA HE TENIDO EL CORAZÓN TAN ROJO</b></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"> I'm scared.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"> I feel like I'm disappearing...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-20576652822628320652011-03-30T12:09:00.000+02:002011-03-30T12:09:53.065+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Espero no esperarte por encima de mis posibilidades...</span></i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-79600549929680991752011-03-11T19:27:00.000+01:002011-03-11T19:27:56.068+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Me subo a las estrellas... ¡ y me tiro de cabeza!</span></div><br />
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- No lo sé. ¿Qué más da?...Soy muy feliz, ¿tú no eres feliz?</span></strong></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">[A simple love with a complex touch]</span></span></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"><b><i><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;">Through with you. (Maroon 5)</span></u></i></b></span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> de oirte...</span></span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> de hablarte...</span></span></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Razones (Bebe)</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><i><br />
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</i></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-15097264934241645882010-11-30T20:10:00.001+01:002010-11-30T20:11:48.404+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Sentir, cambiar de nombre tantas cosas</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">y olvidar algunas caras </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">en el cementerio del pasado...</span></span></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Reconocer, sentir a veces tanto miedo,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">y entender que justamente </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">ése es el gesto más valiente...</span></span></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Y aceptar que no todo es tan fácil </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">y que no siempre los huesos </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">aguantan el peso...</span></span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Asumir que toda la sabiduría y la experiencia no resisten a veces la fuerza de algunas corrientes...</span></span></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Comprender, no poder ganar todas las veces </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">y entender que ésa es la llave </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">hacia un camino más amable...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-61292521782880885832010-11-05T16:56:00.001+01:002010-11-05T17:01:14.655+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Es mi piel, sin duda, terca y obsesionada en su afinidad contigo...</span></div><p> </p><p> </p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536096245871656770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPHKHL5gsYyjlao629fT1l4uuTCtXZR-QqJtVvNiAlXhd9UAX_aXA_XPl5zq7l6YsSR8OphjI3hkyBQLuwSIQmxpDbWDnb45WYIeN46BRiuqSvgyVOWG97V9Yf1Xt0Xfm2LBn9YS1LdgE/s320/lazo.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-59127048518800115922010-10-26T12:47:00.001+02:002010-10-26T12:52:21.657+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Te creí. Y me diste ceniceros de esperanzas.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-60791881259362709782010-10-12T12:26:00.001+02:002010-10-12T12:30:40.633+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Recordar no es siempre regresar a lo que ha sido.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>En la memoria hay algas que arrastran extrañas maravillas,<br />objetos que no nos pertenecen o que nunca flotaron.</strong></span> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527105022040859730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVtzaD57-ehMhU2rU_smBLBeSynsm92dHR-T8g4Si7MnsEkNBdy0dIkpEAJkJy3KMxx3-A2gqeKW9-p5-GYvEFbahXaKUB5SHCSCaYEP0bK7ya3e9F45lo7bsb1UuNdXYt4bwUR4drvXA/s320/recuerdos.jpg" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-80102642084176564042010-10-06T19:46:00.001+02:002010-10-06T19:46:53.473+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7NG_Awl87zah1WfohlKTv5q-5hFzL9Ek76FhgCcUdAjl7sMJDhOwcwKoa40AWv3jZTCxxyQWRRrzAwjFCZETsrv4IMBxMwpVDdbZXb1WAiJOKBS6ngdrSE6y9nOq8EnfSW5rJ62RuDY/s1600/maitena-vacio-esistencial.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524990934633822642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7NG_Awl87zah1WfohlKTv5q-5hFzL9Ek76FhgCcUdAjl7sMJDhOwcwKoa40AWv3jZTCxxyQWRRrzAwjFCZETsrv4IMBxMwpVDdbZXb1WAiJOKBS6ngdrSE6y9nOq8EnfSW5rJ62RuDY/s320/maitena-vacio-esistencial.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-34754890764023883662010-10-03T21:48:00.003+02:002010-10-03T21:55:34.985+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Y ESCUCHAR SU VOZ... TAN LIMPIA QUE DUELE...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523910602679777154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-qUEk19hMkcK_8wf-4wSGtM4T_sQ8fVaUoOqsPfJGfnI7s_UARHcn6q9oo9S75s6TkCFlrnO9-zL8N8d8wpItECfrEW1J50KD2AFgitjSoZ6S6cIeb48u0m8iExi-hqT6OBHqjlwBbE/s320/mirada.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-53368411185053958532010-08-30T21:36:00.002+02:002010-08-30T21:40:00.705+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Dame una esperanza y prometo cambiar tu mundo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511289872665045666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0ODV0AaEh1Wg4vQDFC9AbM11uEjhRVZiZqzqP8FUXSDVzIEYE1oB4nKEnO9NaHNeAZxJGdkf_S3AubaMcEh3knf7xMgbKgLnvZaHGPcfewGMT4hV1WK_GvrVR5kvyUaoPMUE8Cnupq0/s320/buscamewp0.jpg" border="0" /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-90419005953893326072010-07-07T16:33:00.003+02:002010-07-07T16:40:34.168+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">SI FALTAN EMOCIONES... ME LAS INVENTO...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491173966766445362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3fZV1v9y44MzzG1FhtMOjCa70qxm6rmYZBH_FFaLIteFumdoT1oTP_OFr8jL46LuNOZHJiN7n6Zk3nJTu39Kqrg21LJqHU7CrBMM2ZTTx5HHRIjWRjvHmPBGlmRpDMLgbXyWztwkRFE/s320/1572022335_ef1194728d.jpg" border="0" /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-61916896647359832302010-06-25T21:55:00.003+02:002010-06-25T22:01:31.063+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">'Sabes que ha acabado, que el camino equivocado ya llegó a su final...'</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486803434467010402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiGgsNrBqAt2h9_udjN16gJL9LIi_cwS7q-1zSBzzdpUDDMH4-HQE0dYazIvP6U3uWr0Jt0ONtGQzj16BZ4uGePMKqnWrZjWXYoSBrYnxV_E4q2FzsJrRGBN5-ieA2XJz2y_SRerK8IE/s320/camino-equivocado.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Todo lo que hagas en la vida será insignificante, pero es muy importante que lo hagas, porque nadie más lo hará</strong></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-45072002124993726632010-04-06T19:15:00.002+02:002010-04-06T19:20:53.659+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in the middle can be dealt with.</span></div><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457075254890532882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ1laK8y59d9e_9iJU7W1AZ6t2mBMdZ4Vp5IslxwoR6VXvNBooF0cQ7ytI6vG9Zgq6Ldz8Q_oP2xzN7GmhTPg_5R0tFq9WIC7hIjmwnbZwHW1YnbKpw1O1avesg6fAc9vMS873kGi2xUU/s320/20080418125132-hope.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-31423928971085858762010-03-25T19:38:00.003+01:002010-03-25T19:46:24.974+01:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Esperas estar equivocado. Cuando hace algo malo lo ignoras, cuando hace algo bueno te conquista de nuevo y pierdes la discusión contigo mismo de que no te conviene</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">."</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452644365720966402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-qxJJzPJJAjUzrt-R69831i24z-xPSi-7VzZixwlssh2M9luYBV0D3S0XlQ-7wTCUMvdKPh17-qifAvOtwxH8hUuDk6fEHTKSy0x2pjCWLF_E4mkKomfs6kqzS5jTrcqCfI9L4XKOyoU/s320/1171147241_f.jpg" border="0" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-17599678675148325532010-03-14T19:42:00.002+01:002010-03-14T19:45:33.617+01:00<div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Y me pregunté si un recuerdo es algo que se tiene o es algo que se ha perdido...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448562389585647170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgWqN9AEGYEBH_z9-omzhDeP3Du97Urh6H15B8UrXxwf1i83Q54NVX693zajaILcf5fd8E205XIUVpP9YejsmwLGjBwmJVBveqeNOvZ2Td-j-a4F_xPhVvZz7dhMV7jEkzixTY2m-F2-U/s320/recordar.jpg" border="0" /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-88456775962374544512010-02-14T13:14:00.002+01:002010-02-14T13:21:16.751+01:00<div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Logré despertar y abrir mis ojos al mundo.Por fin me voy acercando cada vez más a mi misma. Aún tengo que superar miedos, pasar por malos momentos que me oprimen las entrañas, enfrentarme a nuevos peligros.Pero me siento con fuerzas de gritarle al mundo y de reclamar mi sitio en él.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438072918815958402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjLWyzYEB3aSdEImaKe1NuHj2JQ5XXvUqsc6icCpnLfp-fnkayKPLozQQmDDdqdRLFnweK4d5ai5yE_-PWB7FkFH_DCsZbolrr59L7X_8Nl2cthJlERO1rFAn3xgwQ39mvV1KZEOKJBqg/s320/reloj.bmp" border="0" /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-20764482689803287682010-01-24T19:09:00.004+01:002010-01-24T19:16:59.499+01:00Voodoo Girl<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Her skin is white cloth, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>and she's all swen apart</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>and she has many colored pins</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>sticking out of her heart.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>She has a beautiful set </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>of hypno-disk eyes, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>the ones that she uses</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>to hypnotize gyus.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>She has many different zombies</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>who are deeply in her trance.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>She even has a zombie</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>who was originally from France.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>But she knows she has a curse on her, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>a curse she cannot win.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>For if someone gets</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong>too close to her, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>the pins sticks farther in.</strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><em>Tim Burton.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430371360717771570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB371uxCGZ3wS5st9y9JUkiLOWdemGDSIhiIlWzEbMshFgLMuDDYcCOD02QYhxjLId4a4LYyXkpPzP0w_BIePK_qEIkbNXzkPmaiDqjTDsuX60qZAFl790XE5783aW9MjLsaLS5Ghudjs/s320/7813455.jpg" border="0" /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-67123935187286889932009-12-19T13:50:00.002+01:002010-11-29T18:01:07.828+01:00Have you ever been in love?<div><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: verdana;">Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416929244575104834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5aexg623fr6ivpVLgz3Ks3kQT7CZSfTWk0JqZiaPdo6rS5k9KJIRwQf-h1g4cWOmeNgKVn-Bmo-Yv8ShIZYAf4IFhPdtcwOmDm_nTb-3djgM54Om8P6gaR_confynG_FZ9I8kBNVAF1E/s320/Desilusi%25C3%25B3n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109070398634179587.post-39987032532222935302009-11-26T19:53:00.003+01:002009-11-26T20:11:00.943+01:00Y es que...<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Y</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">es que últimamente me dio por saltar sin cuerdas...</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">... por derrapar sin frenos...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">... por tirarme sin paracaidas...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">... por volar sin alas...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Es que últimamente me dio por tropezar... y duele.<br /><br />Y es que mi vida se llenó de obstaculos...<br />y es que sin ellos no hubiera encontrado el camino.<br />Y es que últimamente me dio por ser yo...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408491294247680898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Xrpq2wFirCPz15YEcGg7LMGzUebw5jxYt52h4SWe4xAdlIKC-VfC0hQNxg0-5PW-JWi7mnyuSvS4_5tt1lXy8cOJJY2nk2KFc4BDRyie21ECVCOn6s6hbXptSdso7KrH2Sq-AJgEyz0/s320/huellasuw3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Y ser el humo que al final se escapó de lo que existe por ver que hay detrás...</span></strong></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0