tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54157059289000231152024-02-19T07:51:53.028-03:00r o c í oUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-22636135346296181232012-11-18T01:53:00.002-03:002012-11-18T01:53:55.380-03:00renovaciónRenovaciones, cambios profundos y un blog nuevo en el que quiero escribir solo cosas mias. Aca lo dejo para quien quiera entrar a mirar www.rocisilva.blogspot.com. Estan todos invitados.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-9073762417879244432012-04-06T23:35:00.001-03:002012-04-06T23:43:55.875-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeDSJjKzT4-e3UmQxyVuE31JW3LKiQQQQhOMYePPgGSLJ09IwayyHdLkKyk_9yrszWzKNd9gbHcAPpnEZeMn6vzHP569ffYDF_6W3Dq6DKOEF5kk44hYznkZqzCAXEXorBy_J1yvffnY/s1600/Snapshot_20120329_6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmeDSJjKzT4-e3UmQxyVuE31JW3LKiQQQQhOMYePPgGSLJ09IwayyHdLkKyk_9yrszWzKNd9gbHcAPpnEZeMn6vzHP569ffYDF_6W3Dq6DKOEF5kk44hYznkZqzCAXEXorBy_J1yvffnY/s320/Snapshot_20120329_6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728483903425177842" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia; ">Si la</span><b style="font-family: georgia; "><span > <span >vida</span></span></b><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia; "> fuera otra </span></div><span ><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">y la </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span >muerte </span></span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">llegase </span></div><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-weight: normal; ">entonces, te</span><span><span > <b><span >amaría</span></b></span> </span></div></span><span style="font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><div style="text-align: center;">hoy, mañana... </div></span><span style="font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span>por </span><span><span >siempre</span></span><span>... </span></div></span><span style="font-weight: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "><div style="text-align: center;">todavía.</div></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-42557105326994967612012-02-27T02:05:00.003-03:002012-02-27T02:30:19.770-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBrtS2eyen5eW3Jsa4_MvADMC61xhdvPNOEuHg3tbhffJWV2PRAVRJ9sFLWzqH4N3w2ubdUaFVQgnyBk56IyRyxj3HSM_C8yVdNtnZVHRXFXaVHO0b4hW88rcYXhrXTKNV1Ftqjm36ZM/s1600/P7270096.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBrtS2eyen5eW3Jsa4_MvADMC61xhdvPNOEuHg3tbhffJWV2PRAVRJ9sFLWzqH4N3w2ubdUaFVQgnyBk56IyRyxj3HSM_C8yVdNtnZVHRXFXaVHO0b4hW88rcYXhrXTKNV1Ftqjm36ZM/s320/P7270096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713683487582213938" /></a><span style="font-size: medium; "><span style="font-size: 16px; ">De un día para el otro </span>descubrí<span style="font-size: 16px; "> que realmente </span>existía<span style="font-size: 16px; "> el amor. Que se </span>podía<span style="font-size: 16px; "> amar a alguien de manera intensa todo el día, desde la mañana a la noche. Se </span>podía<span style="font-size: 16px; "> amar aunque me encontrara a mil </span>kilómetros<span style="font-size: 16px; "> de distancia. Sin darme cuenta empece a pensar en él todo el </span>día<span style="font-size: 16px; ">.</span></span><div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><span ><span style="font-size: 16px; ">No puedo negarlo cuando lo tengo cerca se me estremece el cuerpo, se acelera el corazón. Es en ese momento en el que me doy cuenta de que estoy enamorada. </span></span></div><span ><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-52067416364564425222011-11-11T23:51:00.003-03:002011-11-12T00:07:55.661-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXTeDpny5GQPPlxz29-MDVmG4qwBnQfbfbpEfPd8fKQvRbKvuK_hv26UlDhrxuB74SbrHyBLAvANUD1eP0jmqGNF4d9mCNQxQcyLip-UUOU-FYpunwPxQUYPVLIrQPXVaLOGRa0qNKA4/s1600/Snapshot_20111019_9+-+copia.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihXTeDpny5GQPPlxz29-MDVmG4qwBnQfbfbpEfPd8fKQvRbKvuK_hv26UlDhrxuB74SbrHyBLAvANUD1eP0jmqGNF4d9mCNQxQcyLip-UUOU-FYpunwPxQUYPVLIrQPXVaLOGRa0qNKA4/s400/Snapshot_20111019_9+-+copia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673937076540702210" /></a><br /><p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; ">De lo pasado no lo voy a negar, el futuro algún día llegara y del presente que le importa a la gente si es que siempre van a hablar. Sigue llenando este minuto de razones para respirar. No me complazcas, no te niegues, no hables por hablar.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-79105763290846620552011-07-17T20:35:00.002-03:002011-07-17T20:39:06.171-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTzH8Sj_wf9jQEeBi7H54s8V3Ghi2GASPS_y3uzTyMRJWrpMaUM_OE66p2e3lwG8acO0NjGz5sslC0o3pAlqMevbMcmFB7ZFa2Grdva8Hb1WFO132m94ISElcDhprZ98EhhoFPgyD4Fc/s1600/SAM_3832.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTzH8Sj_wf9jQEeBi7H54s8V3Ghi2GASPS_y3uzTyMRJWrpMaUM_OE66p2e3lwG8acO0NjGz5sslC0o3pAlqMevbMcmFB7ZFa2Grdva8Hb1WFO132m94ISElcDhprZ98EhhoFPgyD4Fc/s400/SAM_3832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630469923274387250" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Me sacaste a bailar, y quedé emborrachada. Ya no puedo renunciar al orgasmo sin final, que tu piel me ha regalado. Muero en tu cuerpo; revivo en él.Siento fervientes mis ganas de ser. Te invito a transpirar la magia que inventamos. Siento en mis manos, la felicidad.</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-69832082339067008752011-06-01T17:22:00.003-03:002011-06-01T17:25:36.053-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczHiZP_uvZ3ScQpTmGHpx0f9Xl4rWCEquU5LpgabUVfJB_GYwPS5DDnXZ1e6M4icf-rRzE3fx4tZLZUaZHvVMqIXw0TJEcIQ5kTYUAwMx20Rsb98dYph_v07RGJHQGEbJa5x5phF6NdE/s1600/228045_2100232990032_1371632483_2425298_2393930_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczHiZP_uvZ3ScQpTmGHpx0f9Xl4rWCEquU5LpgabUVfJB_GYwPS5DDnXZ1e6M4icf-rRzE3fx4tZLZUaZHvVMqIXw0TJEcIQ5kTYUAwMx20Rsb98dYph_v07RGJHQGEbJa5x5phF6NdE/s400/228045_2100232990032_1371632483_2425298_2393930_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613349984718057890" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; ">Que todavía <i><b>no me he ido</b></i>, que todavía <b><i>estoy contigo</i></b>, que todavía <b><i>te imagino</i></b> cada noche</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" > abrazándome</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "> por detrás. </span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-87695742459390357952011-05-26T20:02:00.005-03:002011-05-26T20:24:56.244-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3P-MCTSWz8jn4gS_tCNZSuLVyCcLas94l1RNIQ_aEEFA_nKLlEBM0UOxG1Od6cb0FYODdZ9jM-TY_mdMBkXc3-GrBV55tk0CLKoFiAO1RcK38AMnudOCd6JwfEMYiFksellt9sKkCXY/s1600/197970_10150135260243481_560403480_6584623_8096637_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3P-MCTSWz8jn4gS_tCNZSuLVyCcLas94l1RNIQ_aEEFA_nKLlEBM0UOxG1Od6cb0FYODdZ9jM-TY_mdMBkXc3-GrBV55tk0CLKoFiAO1RcK38AMnudOCd6JwfEMYiFksellt9sKkCXY/s200/197970_10150135260243481_560403480_6584623_8096637_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611169647483889010" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Me pregunto si la gente sabe en que pienso cuando viajo, cuando miro a la nada con cara de preocupación. Sabran que <b><i>pienso en verte</i></b>, se imaginaran que te busco aunque se que no estás ahí,<i> <span class="Apple-style-span">ni en ninguna parte</span></i>. A veces miro a la gente, a los que caminan apurados, <b>¿Alguien los estara esperando en algún lugar?</b> O solo quieren llegar por llegar. Nunca camino apurada, será que no quiero llegar a ninguna parte o que no me estan esperando en ningun lugar... Quizás sean ambas, <b>quizás no. </b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-60620253101208975112011-05-13T18:52:00.002-03:002011-05-13T19:00:21.268-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_oim2aWb3ePK9TcFSkxOoBYcn1E_GsZWa66T9CS3QOS_fQGbuO1j9viaXoUEF3dviNMEfFhFNQS_jIjLXBHIJUwH8VjFhQW-yM7EQBGbqzPNw6q7DM9t14C8ndiT98FxIW6cqR_YoH8I/s1600/jl%25C3%25B1kl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_oim2aWb3ePK9TcFSkxOoBYcn1E_GsZWa66T9CS3QOS_fQGbuO1j9viaXoUEF3dviNMEfFhFNQS_jIjLXBHIJUwH8VjFhQW-yM7EQBGbqzPNw6q7DM9t14C8ndiT98FxIW6cqR_YoH8I/s400/jl%25C3%25B1kl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606323719806192930" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">Siempre tuvieron esta complice que vino sin que la necesitaran. Porque concebia el mundo desde sus ojos y ellos me querian mirar. Las extraño tanto, estar lejos es una porqueria.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-42730670005966181502011-02-24T20:35:00.003-03:002011-02-24T20:40:51.124-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNO1XNt-fC2HDv194atAWf18-f4PzEDrQW9Q20os1jU9y41D1dunpLUdYDIUPnJxPBA-xCrFxbSzAioX8FGjXrq4xpZ4RoUawjLJhm3DIpyFQ4nCUj3zCKlA_fERgM7wsfuu61KBc9CCY/s1600/ddpipi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNO1XNt-fC2HDv194atAWf18-f4PzEDrQW9Q20os1jU9y41D1dunpLUdYDIUPnJxPBA-xCrFxbSzAioX8FGjXrq4xpZ4RoUawjLJhm3DIpyFQ4nCUj3zCKlA_fERgM7wsfuu61KBc9CCY/s400/ddpipi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577404942315690610" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Las despedidas a veces <b><span class="Apple-style-span" >no</span></b> duelen, pero <b><i>emocionan.</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Destino</span></i></b>: Buenos Aires.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-76058841019487033482011-02-21T11:58:00.004-03:002011-02-21T12:17:45.942-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoK_fUWNsPCJJQC9KpQRycBljRWTW3teh_CJEpe9I3iRx2Qp_zva0OGTYuZbHBa-jmEruQp_ChG83eNp60zPI9uPUECErQBkEcdFVCqZn9ENZtCQBQhJ2AinXDs6rdZ7K5F-C7GP5wAvg/s1600/SAM_3272.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoK_fUWNsPCJJQC9KpQRycBljRWTW3teh_CJEpe9I3iRx2Qp_zva0OGTYuZbHBa-jmEruQp_ChG83eNp60zPI9uPUECErQBkEcdFVCqZn9ENZtCQBQhJ2AinXDs6rdZ7K5F-C7GP5wAvg/s200/SAM_3272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576160821804406658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHzPDs5g7eOdg5EGduj-C4FtfYOQgO_NwBbosI8gKEks3Ybbq-L_1b9p4jLOm7q_nWTrPnqQVFQV5ViX-xgK70DtUrt647TpzdcpQhdTF6HKg4ZwxSb8M3jcCFYzQeeUoXuvmt9BpeWc/s1600/SAM_3272.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqHzPDs5g7eOdg5EGduj-C4FtfYOQgO_NwBbosI8gKEks3Ybbq-L_1b9p4jLOm7q_nWTrPnqQVFQV5ViX-xgK70DtUrt647TpzdcpQhdTF6HKg4ZwxSb8M3jcCFYzQeeUoXuvmt9BpeWc/s320/SAM_3272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576160458319737762" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRj3PSvgaFEKdyB50lCwpz9Df-yqzSgCVdr-dNHlP0nVqrRAHA25wwepdc4eIWn6kswsYXXrkPOeQ-ntqQKuPQST2bSZdPx5XTZNj4Sd6BfwLyQAnTAExDGFVfcxgqEGhCwFw48tF_VM/s1600/SAM_3272.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRj3PSvgaFEKdyB50lCwpz9Df-yqzSgCVdr-dNHlP0nVqrRAHA25wwepdc4eIWn6kswsYXXrkPOeQ-ntqQKuPQST2bSZdPx5XTZNj4Sd6BfwLyQAnTAExDGFVfcxgqEGhCwFw48tF_VM/s400/SAM_3272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576159994557957986" /></a></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ellos tienen oficinas,<b><span class="Apple-style-span" > yo solo te tengo a vos</span></b>. En verdad últimamente no me queda <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >ni tu olor</span></i>, será que extraño tus gritos, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" >tu <span class="Apple-style-span" >locura</span> es mi motor</span></b>. Será que extraño esos besos que siempre dicen que <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >no</span></i></b>.</span></div></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-41665854219886168572011-01-31T22:39:00.001-03:002011-01-31T22:42:39.187-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7JdQUWx3RSpo_sGkh6TOeKf7h5hEsojY6Fh5UKkp10Ip0FP5CEdmzQ9ATCsgfzb0u8W-1h9Ontkcx9mXFdUPtDEQLIhncXTvH8NsFXEzoQGX6CxUXsLAZ6ci7O4lBR1ZMzMcmmy6jlw/s1600/fcb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7JdQUWx3RSpo_sGkh6TOeKf7h5hEsojY6Fh5UKkp10Ip0FP5CEdmzQ9ATCsgfzb0u8W-1h9Ontkcx9mXFdUPtDEQLIhncXTvH8NsFXEzoQGX6CxUXsLAZ6ci7O4lBR1ZMzMcmmy6jlw/s400/fcb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568530521965024546" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "><br /></span></div>Quien se canse de tus abrazos, no voy a ser yo, no voy a ser yo, no voy a ser yo. Tengo tiempo y tengo paciencia, y sobre todo, te quiero dentro de mi existencia de cualquier modo, y aunque falte tal vez bastante, no voy a ser yo</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-83087186471680723252010-10-22T11:29:00.003-03:002010-10-22T11:40:30.674-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2OPVh-WSDyRzIViOZGmPsi8ye7tE-3Wu8BnC5r7XvzFe6ri7RtjdpZCg-M2PL71IK-XuqGh0I6dqB3y5GXELnWSlSgJbmWYFwE2A-hyFItMjxaLY_RzWPyacA3A3-gtVyPRSvzUL2aSo/s1600/64387_1666923957577_1371632483_1712817_4066070_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530878765442657682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2OPVh-WSDyRzIViOZGmPsi8ye7tE-3Wu8BnC5r7XvzFe6ri7RtjdpZCg-M2PL71IK-XuqGh0I6dqB3y5GXELnWSlSgJbmWYFwE2A-hyFItMjxaLY_RzWPyacA3A3-gtVyPRSvzUL2aSo/s400/64387_1666923957577_1371632483_1712817_4066070_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><br />Que lindo corazon q estes <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">aca</span> </strong>y aca latiendo, y <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">me desenredes los ojos</span></strong>. Y si por ahi el miedo me viene a <span style="font-size:78%;">buscar de nuevo</span>, voy a recordar lo que cantamos una vez <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">mirando el cielo<br /></span></strong></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-66824426137163098172010-08-03T21:21:00.001-03:002010-08-03T22:23:21.060-03:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Y ¿qué es eso del Infierno? </span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-15015733340746802352010-08-02T00:20:00.002-03:002010-08-02T00:28:56.880-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNM-70RgoY3QW4CCjGrsBsCZFAaUcZd1lGjNeyXY8ItAg9Y-S8aFhDmPty5RF33LKRiRZ3iZPc_ero7koelYoC-LdPb9qsQVX16vcAqPzxcm8mVp2mxXUPBP_wH0M6eT6PAFWicZf1hY/s1600/SAM_6162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNM-70RgoY3QW4CCjGrsBsCZFAaUcZd1lGjNeyXY8ItAg9Y-S8aFhDmPty5RF33LKRiRZ3iZPc_ero7koelYoC-LdPb9qsQVX16vcAqPzxcm8mVp2mxXUPBP_wH0M6eT6PAFWicZf1hY/s400/SAM_6162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500649328808139634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />¿ Hasta que punto <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">eres dueño </span></span>de tu existencia, y hasta cuánto <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">has vendido </span></span>de tu ser y tu destino a los sentimientos y los recuerdos ? </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-60409830759318127472010-07-29T01:47:00.003-03:002010-07-29T01:59:17.639-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MtFOQ0tPqJRoOHg5boSP_ZS3AraH5ukr25kZKpMc6or_XEux0Ofd80BR1eyL5tP3YIPoxSITnHRlXwK25padMa5s9WrNlc1onYpJImo3Ne7QhxdHZtEJ4gx5JJqHOGFZ1mDnpZiEETc/s1600/Mr.+Jones+123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MtFOQ0tPqJRoOHg5boSP_ZS3AraH5ukr25kZKpMc6or_XEux0Ofd80BR1eyL5tP3YIPoxSITnHRlXwK25padMa5s9WrNlc1onYpJImo3Ne7QhxdHZtEJ4gx5JJqHOGFZ1mDnpZiEETc/s400/Mr.+Jones+123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499187782081987458" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Los delirios</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> de un</span></span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">a loca borracha que no escucha a nadie.</span></span></b></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-78384855988475561002010-07-26T20:49:00.002-03:002010-07-26T21:14:44.032-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsqthI0b-p8s1iX2Q-zAMC9W9LhpvL2kyTZ6hnMWAyRqMOGYvqJJZl0Gkrzl0TYdMnfmADKA04WSeoXaSDvlAV_eZVaVbLOXZ85_8KFKXpDhM3_w4grWLvu2uSIeafMzhnEs7Vk51sDA/s1600/100_4580.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498371322402810402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsqthI0b-p8s1iX2Q-zAMC9W9LhpvL2kyTZ6hnMWAyRqMOGYvqJJZl0Gkrzl0TYdMnfmADKA04WSeoXaSDvlAV_eZVaVbLOXZ85_8KFKXpDhM3_w4grWLvu2uSIeafMzhnEs7Vk51sDA/s400/100_4580.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Y <span style="color:#ff0000;">despues de todo, a partir de hoy.</span></span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-8481330115360667012010-07-11T03:24:00.002-03:002010-07-11T03:29:04.887-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7w3Ae2cT40vaiQSFAxQkwqKi6xYwsZkQbCVsrNfvkp5aOsf2bcpKqH53cQzuCK04UcdaRFOL4lRJnZ3VnalK4022b4CJknZNAxyAT6N8-7W7Ulf9gErYrvYYM_MEKuIQ1Cnb32pRyEyE/s1600/SAM_2080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7w3Ae2cT40vaiQSFAxQkwqKi6xYwsZkQbCVsrNfvkp5aOsf2bcpKqH53cQzuCK04UcdaRFOL4lRJnZ3VnalK4022b4CJknZNAxyAT6N8-7W7Ulf9gErYrvYYM_MEKuIQ1Cnb32pRyEyE/s400/SAM_2080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492531650525655890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Bueno, pues, nada, si tienes frío y<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">tiempo </span></span></span>me llamas. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-47835384312580618272010-07-06T00:27:00.002-03:002010-07-06T00:35:24.001-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7DCiJqex1VlBEySLpSCF56qcxkbPsma82Gucr9CjbszBNmDYb5upGzzqmpZAnMRSqSDHq4HLla4AvNkrBq3w3gQjpev8ZpsuEo3Bx7hSrXaEb69N1zQru_je9vSR0NL_5W0TzKOfzTA/s1600/Copia+de+SAM_1162.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490631310753579330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7DCiJqex1VlBEySLpSCF56qcxkbPsma82Gucr9CjbszBNmDYb5upGzzqmpZAnMRSqSDHq4HLla4AvNkrBq3w3gQjpev8ZpsuEo3Bx7hSrXaEb69N1zQru_je9vSR0NL_5W0TzKOfzTA/s400/Copia+de+SAM_1162.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Quiero tiempo pero tiempo<strong><em> no</em></strong> apurado, tiempo de jugar que es el mejor. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Por favor</span></strong>, me lo da suelto y no enjaulado adentro de un despertador.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-27546604344408078162010-07-02T21:58:00.003-03:002010-07-02T22:06:47.143-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6HB7O-P5s4_heaJxaGa8LVogYfN9naYLpKjFcJh8Af7nZbhHbMO0faaycCFrnqDlrUNJTo3_97FaFam5xzTAE95K9ijbCGHKYFuM0xPQR_z1d4naG5xFWTjPuZARNvGKfREQcgoZLuQ/s1600/Payasos+128.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489480070741813282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6HB7O-P5s4_heaJxaGa8LVogYfN9naYLpKjFcJh8Af7nZbhHbMO0faaycCFrnqDlrUNJTo3_97FaFam5xzTAE95K9ijbCGHKYFuM0xPQR_z1d4naG5xFWTjPuZARNvGKfREQcgoZLuQ/s400/Payasos+128.JPG" /></a><br /><div>NO QUIERO QUE ESTO SE TERMINE. Las mejores amigas de la historia del mundo mundial, lo mejor que me pudo pasar en la vida. </div><br /><div>Terminamos quinto y qué? Qué se viene? Empieza la vida? Quién sabe? Che muchachas hay respuestas? Alguien dijo alguna vez, <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>brindemos que hoy es siempre todavia</strong>.</span> Alguien nos dira más adelante, cuando comienza y termina la vida propia, la vida independiente.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-53448952907685894202010-06-29T19:40:00.002-03:002010-06-29T20:00:16.503-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDry44yNgXRvCYsYReZCK5RiSuhwDfcr_VmsyH9SpTUtkSoAxG0TjV2XHN3TylDm-cx6WkNbhipjmVI1sQyd-GVY4NPAtxG4Wvhn2Yatka2bM20Ey9Yknn1WvITalIOnrgZ0KftBYl5w/s1600/SAM_2099.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDry44yNgXRvCYsYReZCK5RiSuhwDfcr_VmsyH9SpTUtkSoAxG0TjV2XHN3TylDm-cx6WkNbhipjmVI1sQyd-GVY4NPAtxG4Wvhn2Yatka2bM20Ey9Yknn1WvITalIOnrgZ0KftBYl5w/s400/SAM_2099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488333828226445554" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><b>Y ahora que vuelves, si es que me notas extraño, fue que te extrañe</b></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-7970413140273847812010-06-24T23:44:00.001-03:002010-06-24T23:57:20.961-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OvIsZL3aDm45nA9HZFH23hYRkF-ertV6XLrfbySl6gdx_NFJcT-1EXdcXMxNaUwyMaN6DNTQzRzfQ1Depfexx1slPMqztTbSpNARqHEQNcpgy8uuC2SD-3q7SXowsTRT1ALGhkRzWJY/s1600/SAM_1824.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486538921475071154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OvIsZL3aDm45nA9HZFH23hYRkF-ertV6XLrfbySl6gdx_NFJcT-1EXdcXMxNaUwyMaN6DNTQzRzfQ1Depfexx1slPMqztTbSpNARqHEQNcpgy8uuC2SD-3q7SXowsTRT1ALGhkRzWJY/s400/SAM_1824.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">She do the walk, she do the walk of life </span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-77212593703917524172010-06-21T02:38:00.002-03:002010-06-21T02:39:59.907-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvlNtOuoI7_IOVJ_9VfwJXqOJUtbkwqvJQatdQGH51z-8gH0xWnPHb5Xken9zPYwE4lgrEbQ_I1meHzeMmcwyfPXKQki3bi63pgiFXGcX0l-A8OUanmm4tTnUojoVQp7fGtKVPYDW7KQ/s1600/Mr.+Jones+003.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvlNtOuoI7_IOVJ_9VfwJXqOJUtbkwqvJQatdQGH51z-8gH0xWnPHb5Xken9zPYwE4lgrEbQ_I1meHzeMmcwyfPXKQki3bi63pgiFXGcX0l-A8OUanmm4tTnUojoVQp7fGtKVPYDW7KQ/s400/Mr.+Jones+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485097450978824018" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Promesas</span> </span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:medium;">que se dicen en la cama, luces que se clavan en tu espalda, deja que yo te vista ahora.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-69309192720120281322010-06-15T21:17:00.001-03:002010-06-15T21:24:56.902-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVWNiC5We372OcLupiBy_7M776kgowT9si161xPd7mf7OEfgKMe5sSaM5Fr2sotStZZqjooCYyezfoD9no3VM1KbiLMXsZk8L2vBMnaHkSCWI1lGAAP8HBzyb9H-eOThWVtqw5yV0sZQ/s1600/Copia+de+100_4177.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483160910701632818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVWNiC5We372OcLupiBy_7M776kgowT9si161xPd7mf7OEfgKMe5sSaM5Fr2sotStZZqjooCYyezfoD9no3VM1KbiLMXsZk8L2vBMnaHkSCWI1lGAAP8HBzyb9H-eOThWVtqw5yV0sZQ/s320/Copia+de+100_4177.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;">- ¿Tu crees en los amores a primera vista?<br />– ¿acaso existen otros?<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-81965606126184435672010-06-07T22:36:00.002-03:002010-06-07T22:42:28.052-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJHgB8Kuyl1gD2xG-mG0pKDhoQ6vMq2_0JjkqXswjZsiDvm0a18uHnDJF6UiPIe3Hp4ZlQR8H4MhvxcRuJvdMWLmK6GpOkXzyMZSgLM19G8-kk1_x3x6ak0y7I2awvSWl3L5VjCPWO-mo/s1600/100_3217.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480212133445000514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJHgB8Kuyl1gD2xG-mG0pKDhoQ6vMq2_0JjkqXswjZsiDvm0a18uHnDJF6UiPIe3Hp4ZlQR8H4MhvxcRuJvdMWLmK6GpOkXzyMZSgLM19G8-kk1_x3x6ak0y7I2awvSWl3L5VjCPWO-mo/s400/100_3217.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Yo soy un niño canibal y <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">nadie me quiere a mi</span></strong>, no me quedan amiguitos porque ya me los<strong> comi. </strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415705928900023115.post-331677465565408342010-06-05T22:13:00.003-03:002010-06-05T22:29:27.707-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPlhcGgXe6zZ7XM2PAN0w8nH5NJ0LJrjGmMrT9PX9x7B-lGLt-uVZC7hFuzeZ8FvepCGmPWfFMtILZlUr-779gXOqtHTO9T_P_JSWAFhjRRJW3GiK_3M8AwpSgbQMQ9GjewCLOQQEB-8/s1600/Imagen+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479466630865604690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPlhcGgXe6zZ7XM2PAN0w8nH5NJ0LJrjGmMrT9PX9x7B-lGLt-uVZC7hFuzeZ8FvepCGmPWfFMtILZlUr-779gXOqtHTO9T_P_JSWAFhjRRJW3GiK_3M8AwpSgbQMQ9GjewCLOQQEB-8/s400/Imagen+022.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7KMJo6FeDxuTvjYXdpwvdS5GYGlI8PPveO5rveA0tQtdcYcjIbcAVpv0XVGG7fXVo-CCtXpkvkdiSn7at23vrAudvuF659F4S8i0Oy8LHPNm8SNoOuaM6eRIK0Bhm9mXuhKfKQtPPWI/s1600/Imagen+022.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>No llorabas por mi, no llorabas por nada. Dejaste que el dolor te curtiera la piel ... </strong></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3