tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65608594978863775692023-11-16T04:56:09.064-03:00Little MMaripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-87808175218326090212010-04-02T16:52:00.004-03:002010-04-02T16:58:36.177-03:00| Personal suicide |<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1If2gB4woi18mCiT6RG1xaJMkWaSoYjQXDFgdjVizyco01IEvkiyro-WxX3t9Bcgkgae7JcxbPB-Cmncfqx6TEKbx8H7BAdZVoxhggOEO5rIfuCH-UiWQGEfgKkJdGJTwpY6ANmNV-U/s1600/blanco-y-negro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq1If2gB4woi18mCiT6RG1xaJMkWaSoYjQXDFgdjVizyco01IEvkiyro-WxX3t9Bcgkgae7JcxbPB-Cmncfqx6TEKbx8H7BAdZVoxhggOEO5rIfuCH-UiWQGEfgKkJdGJTwpY6ANmNV-U/s400/blanco-y-negro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455631445069232178" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Do you want to What she asked when she met you Now she's gonna away Why would you make me hate you </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Yes I want to</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">They tell me that I need you</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Now you've gonna away</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">I think I love you</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Want to</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">You want to</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">She tells you that she needs you</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">That she ran away</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">I want to</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Find a way that I can see you</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">When she goes today (??)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">I think I need you</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Want to</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">You want to</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">God blessed your soul</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">For I have told</span></span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">She was the one</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">To give it all</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Now every air??</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Bounces your chest??</span></span></span></b></span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Want to</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">You want to</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">A personal suicide with me♥</span></span></div></b></span></span></span>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-88837257384199833642010-04-02T16:45:00.002-03:002010-04-02T16:51:16.241-03:00O<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">Perturbación anímica producida por una idea fija.</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieKVSef9pBVqSW09fDLK71goZSk5yBqq3Y1dHt6Qp8S4-zhfCN6U-7aA616P2n2_-7UXYf5Q_DLdgUajD8vGWcCmPCWxQnD9ZulJ_3Cg0dGuecs7EyMir1dB-dDkx4sk-ugo8wl0ol_b8/s1600/espiral.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/AVvXsEieKVSef9pBVqSW09fDLK71goZSk5yBqq3Y1dHt6Qp8S4-zhfCN6U-7aA616P2n2_-7UXYf5Q_DLdgUajD8vGWcCmPCWxQnD9ZulJ_3Cg0dGuecs7EyMir1dB-dDkx4sk-ugo8wl0ol_b8/s400/espiral.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455629919630074530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';color:#6600CC;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Idea que con tenaz persistencia asalta la mente.</span></span></span></b></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-10947353628658804162010-03-26T17:39:00.003-03:002010-03-26T17:55:17.400-03:00| Falta señalización |<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><b>Me vi perdida durante un buen tiempo. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">¿A dónde voy?</span> pensé!. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Que torpeza la mía, la de ir por la vida derrochando tristeza. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Sacando fuerza de... me encantaría saber dónde... monte una sonrisa en mi cara y voy de la mano de la falsa comodidad de aparentar que ' está todo bien'. Y eso no sé si está bien. A esta altura no estoy muy segura de qué está bien y qué está mal... vivo esas épocas donde la más mínima desilusión hace aparentar que el mundo se viene abajo, y a decir verdad (y aunque en realidad sabemos que no es así) se siente así.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Es cuestión de tiempo como todo en la vida, todo llega y se va por algo... o se queda por algo. Pero si hay algo que soy es impaciente y me gustaría saber ya que va a pasar... qué me depara el extraño destino.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Porque como escuchamos en 'Blow up' : "La realidad puede ser la fantasía más extraña". Y a veces lo es, parece mentira lo que me pasa. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Que se yo... tengo muy claro lo que quiero, lo que siento, lo que me gusta. Sí, muy en claro. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Que difícil es cuando uno enfrenta sus cosas, es más fácil cuando viene un amigo, un hermano y le tengo que dar un consejo... pero cuando me toca a mí ¿qué pasa que no tengo el valor para hacer lo que pienso que es correcto y aconsejo a los demás?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Por el momento no tengo muchas cosas por hacer. Me duele pero es así.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Ya ni siquiera sabes lo que siento... voy a tener que ponerlo en claro aunque ya no tenga importancia... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Al menos para mí se muy bien que lo más me importa es que estés bien.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-4197739135825490842010-03-06T17:01:00.001-03:002010-03-06T17:06:12.693-03:00| YOU're gonna eat me alive! |<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKa-TpUDXdrxmtTqsPP2oRIBlfCXQL6iAvb7VfA1qVUtUy8slIKGN-Sj-UqrwGkb1d9yTnsuFaeZ-uIYX5l3VKpfr6ct92OKW4Ni7T3qF_eI4jqxo1DTQTSMARRAxrFdq40p4KJtEZEY/s1600-h/hia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKa-TpUDXdrxmtTqsPP2oRIBlfCXQL6iAvb7VfA1qVUtUy8slIKGN-Sj-UqrwGkb1d9yTnsuFaeZ-uIYX5l3VKpfr6ct92OKW4Ni7T3qF_eI4jqxo1DTQTSMARRAxrFdq40p4KJtEZEY/s400/hia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445614300789512322" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">HELP I'M ALIVE MY HEART IS BEATING LIKE A HAMMER</span></b></div></span>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-79662380458174458552010-03-05T21:00:00.001-03:002010-03-05T21:02:29.240-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">...y yo que pensé que estaba ganando algo, ahora cada segundo con vos fue un supremo desperdicio. Y si no hubiera invertido mal ese tiempo hoy tendría lo que en verdad quiero. Culpa mía tenía que ser, culpa tuya por estar cerca tambien...</span></span></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-82008680582892353112010-03-04T19:48:00.002-03:002010-03-04T20:09:57.296-03:00| Circular |<div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Últimamente todo parece ser circular. Todo empieza y termina en el mismo lugar, los años de enero a diciembre, las semanas de lunes a viernes... y nosotros del amor al odio. Sí, lo que dije es lo más normal del mundo... pero yo no lo entiendo. Y todos los días recurro a mi intento de amnesia para olvidar lo que tuve que escuchar, porque es la única manera de aceptar lo bueno que se acerca... bueno, mejor dicho, lo bueno que aparenta.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Ya lo admitimos, siempre ponemos el punto final y nunca termina. Es el final más largo de la historia, aunque preferiría decir que nunca hubo uno. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Y escuche las peores palabras y las sigo escribiendo en el aire para que se las lleve el viento, porque así se pueden borrar. Lo que no se puede borrar es lo que escribimos sobre mi memoria, ¿ahora cómo hago?.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Las cosas siempre son como tiene que ser, nos gusten o no. Y en vez de revolver todo una y otra vez, lo único que se puede hacer es dejar que todo pase y si es que tengo razón, volveremos donde empezamos y estoy segura d que vamos a estar bien otra vez.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> ♥</span></span></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUD15YjBZOp55Ac1HBUHZstorlJ0Vfcgtr7uTbzxrdpWrL13Jt6G6_2LTlh9ZAh9YRMdgXQnVXe1Cmqa7k0LeyeWG4lYz7M46Splf1f-QK6bilYCHP-d0PKMvW96ESyjZUnjgq6JXy_Y/s1600-h/ul.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUD15YjBZOp55Ac1HBUHZstorlJ0Vfcgtr7uTbzxrdpWrL13Jt6G6_2LTlh9ZAh9YRMdgXQnVXe1Cmqa7k0LeyeWG4lYz7M46Splf1f-QK6bilYCHP-d0PKMvW96ESyjZUnjgq6JXy_Y/s400/ul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444919601698833042" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-24284731437785277012010-02-28T21:52:00.002-03:002010-02-28T21:58:23.224-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Tristeza</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">vaga, profunda, sosegada y permanente</span></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> nacida de causas físicas o morales</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Arial Unicode MS', 'TITUS Cyberbit Basic', 'Lucida Sans Unicode';font-size:17px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b>que hace que no encuentre quien la padece gusto ni diversión en nada.</b></span></span></span></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-45809726099019159672010-02-20T22:57:00.002-03:002010-02-21T00:05:43.988-03:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I said goodbye to someone that I love.<br />It’s not just me, I tell you it’s the both of us.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And it was hard,</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Like coming off the pills that you take to stay happy.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: right; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">The boy done wrong again</span></span></span></b></span></div></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: right; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hang your head in shame and cry your life away</span></span></span></span></b></span></div></span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: right; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Are you ok now?</span></span></span></span></b></span></div></span></b></span></div></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">What is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?<br />What is it I must do?<br />I would do it all the time<br />Do it all the time now</span></span></span></b></span></div></span></span></span></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YnpP5VbLn5LKgqp7Xf6EQB4qP12-dj6CXjYgtlQX3Gpj0oVAnlwrO2vn3RIalW7NOiAZRX0lVKw8gcXK50cV4BHSAraH99SkV2Apu96mAt4XhpjIDFuC5ry7IikN7h_gACWrGqtSVCo/s1600-h/buuu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YnpP5VbLn5LKgqp7Xf6EQB4qP12-dj6CXjYgtlQX3Gpj0oVAnlwrO2vn3RIalW7NOiAZRX0lVKw8gcXK50cV4BHSAraH99SkV2Apu96mAt4XhpjIDFuC5ry7IikN7h_gACWrGqtSVCo/s400/buuu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440524306835988610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"><b>I’m going deaf, you’re growing melancholy.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"><b>Things fall apart, I don’t know why we bother at all.</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"><b>But life is good and it’s always worth living at least for a while</b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">-----------------------------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">By then it was too late and he despised her, what a crime</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">If he was cruel to be kind, he would've saved the trouble and the time</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">Being alone, it's not a problem when I think of you...</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;">My life is falling down I am surrounded</span></span></span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;">My life is falling down I am confounded</span></span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;">My life is falling down I am dumbfounded, what a mess...</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I miss you...</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">FUCK.</span></span></div></b></span></div></span></span></div></span>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-44146825773312735552010-02-20T22:42:00.002-03:002010-02-20T22:51:41.397-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iPnA-gA1Qi-KiO8SmdaAP2LLoQRtQrhVdQWNpAhWrrQaJeljcbpPetfuYQkM2-0pqnO7KXhyphenhyphenxeRE-_IZ28JJsyOOxu4-Fpk4WCFZqOgKr7hS7FepU3A_0iw-mzmuVc04n-8VSaEHIaI/s1600-h/500-days-of-summer-20080508034227574.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iPnA-gA1Qi-KiO8SmdaAP2LLoQRtQrhVdQWNpAhWrrQaJeljcbpPetfuYQkM2-0pqnO7KXhyphenhyphenxeRE-_IZ28JJsyOOxu4-Fpk4WCFZqOgKr7hS7FepU3A_0iw-mzmuVc04n-8VSaEHIaI/s400/500-days-of-summer-20080508034227574.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440508231884627250" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(201, 64, 147); font-size:13px;"><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(255, 187, 232); "><a href="http://bittersweet-velvet.blogspot.com/2010/02/je-veux-ton-amour-je-ne-veux-pas-etre.html" style="text-align: center;text-decoration: none; display: block; font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>J</b></span><b>e veux ton amour, je ne veux pas être ton amie<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">!</span></b></span></span></span></a><div><br /></div></h3><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></span>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-22470187280058531472010-02-07T15:48:00.001-03:002010-02-07T15:50:54.984-03:00Guardo tu vocesita<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixukaDPw0OQzREPidR4SOVACXe1eyjL5OhyphenhyphenD6TxBjRvLcdgSoPwGT1cIwwtA0-zyDDF8C-PSG9BcyLVzMZtZT5i7e_o57cihvaVUozHejUkixNcLNJ6bznjnuNuwgxdLcxOSVYjlbp4Ew/s1600-h/desiderio.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixukaDPw0OQzREPidR4SOVACXe1eyjL5OhyphenhyphenD6TxBjRvLcdgSoPwGT1cIwwtA0-zyDDF8C-PSG9BcyLVzMZtZT5i7e_o57cihvaVUozHejUkixNcLNJ6bznjnuNuwgxdLcxOSVYjlbp4Ew/s400/desiderio.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435575499411177714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">F</span>I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">X</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">O</span>U</span></b></span></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-85204757140156510352010-02-02T21:34:00.003-03:002010-02-02T21:42:50.938-03:00Je veux ton amour, je ne veux pas être ton amie!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">If I made you mad <br />For something I might have said, </span></span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: large; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); line-height: 23px; "><i>Si te lastime por algo que dije.</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Please, lets forget the past, </span></span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: large; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); line-height: 23px; "><i>Por favor, olvida el pasado.</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">The future looks bright ahead, </span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9G1MrurgEYJJkZGta4ctc2DRLonkwEOx1Udkb-IcCcaYuZ_P8euyknO4WqkSrmTSbcqD-vsSPHSIqWxsIeZM4FfkXeGH0Qab2uONROVJLG64LCv3IRrMuZn4e8Zm2aVW9kZkH46bzb4/s1600-h/lalalalalalalalalalal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9G1MrurgEYJJkZGta4ctc2DRLonkwEOx1Udkb-IcCcaYuZ_P8euyknO4WqkSrmTSbcqD-vsSPHSIqWxsIeZM4FfkXeGH0Qab2uONROVJLG64LCv3IRrMuZn4e8Zm2aVW9kZkH46bzb4/s400/lalalalalalalalalalal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433809614239849938" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><b>Don't stop thinking of me, </b></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><b>Don't make me feel this way, </b></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><b>Come on over here and love me!</b></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">No dejes de pensar en mí,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">No me hagas sentir de esta manera,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;">ven aquí y amame!</span></b></span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazdgpK9Nm6VHoziY9SIjRb2TaZWqb1O-ygV953TrS8XSM0xwwTCeqzrvpMKrewJea1rbDvk9BgAqU4p6GzI6fbpVJpjaagmvdkyhRCCcJqiMww58GvKGrV6_AqIBHM0KsuGBzttu5wEE/s1600-h/tapa2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazdgpK9Nm6VHoziY9SIjRb2TaZWqb1O-ygV953TrS8XSM0xwwTCeqzrvpMKrewJea1rbDvk9BgAqU4p6GzI6fbpVJpjaagmvdkyhRCCcJqiMww58GvKGrV6_AqIBHM0KsuGBzttu5wEE/s400/tapa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433809345503860450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 23px; "><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Don't be cruel to a heart that's true. </span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I don't want no other love, </span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Baby it's just you I'm thinking of. </span></i></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Don't be cruel to a heart that's true</span></i></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">CRUEL - ♥</span></b></span></div></span><br /></div></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-58923027964994651332010-01-29T23:41:00.003-03:002010-01-29T23:54:19.544-03:00| Mensajes o evidencia de amor |<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZkVWWy-udB5PcmSFWlBivF1_1Kgartqq72CfbDMAjckkHx43pXA8jCJe4wFVMxlaiNRvBm9Ntg4d9foeDdzveWkVjIkGrWOs_43tBxqYJ4ySuJexb6-ZoXiEf9bCsbJBoyXX3tYDmRw0/s1600-h/bleeeee.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZkVWWy-udB5PcmSFWlBivF1_1Kgartqq72CfbDMAjckkHx43pXA8jCJe4wFVMxlaiNRvBm9Ntg4d9foeDdzveWkVjIkGrWOs_43tBxqYJ4ySuJexb6-ZoXiEf9bCsbJBoyXX3tYDmRw0/s400/bleeeee.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432357561918035362" /></a><br /><div>Quiero encontrarte y decirte que <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">lo siento</span>... y decirte cuan <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">adorable</span></span> eres... </div><div>que me digas <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>te quiero</b></span>, me abraces, me beses, me mimes <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">otra vez.</span></div><div>Presiento tu <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">ausencia</span>, tu voz se aleja otra vez y siento olor a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">café</span></span>.</div><div>Sos mi pequeña gran <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">oportunidad</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span>y ahora me atrapa el miedo a que el <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">humo</span></span> de tus cigarrillos ya <i><b>no me deje ver</b></i>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You are all that I want...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You are all that I need...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Don't go away!</span></span></div><div><br /></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-17418158938886276522010-01-22T22:30:00.004-03:002010-01-22T22:34:08.071-03:00| ARTE - ARTE - ARTE |<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3DzYWSIHezsew0trGmuN4wQxb8rnO_vbPpxMkdrPTMEQ3aAJUJul-JUsS8FEYchVRjH6u2_2sGlSp3xLI-L62EN2iCcviL-xr525UgOrfGyr2FBLFV5UIFN0HUUr_cUuCxnMNSOKXfg/s400/arteBa09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429742319094263330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPKfT-YXGfaiJY_4MAqWHJ8kyKtd-C3KAy2kA5GIMesEpq2_KgDVnKLGc60t3e-Ciu7wKCJ6FgqhCkQ15dFPc4Dfu6Zca6Odn6d3thyphenhyphenyxpwSynRKexax0V9ybPQuV5Qd_WfeRAxyKXsc/s1600-h/arteBa099.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPKfT-YXGfaiJY_4MAqWHJ8kyKtd-C3KAy2kA5GIMesEpq2_KgDVnKLGc60t3e-Ciu7wKCJ6FgqhCkQ15dFPc4Dfu6Zca6Odn6d3thyphenhyphenyxpwSynRKexax0V9ybPQuV5Qd_WfeRAxyKXsc/s400/arteBa099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429742026614588402" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-65108404743206750512010-01-22T22:06:00.001-03:002010-01-22T22:09:13.873-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4qgza5D2WaS68vwzL28Z4e0P_xqwaVb9zRJL_jlyseubDE6o50YnqkMn3mBLWI9gtg9WKtsORgbxCuSTqjE0TYkEs5HDMrInYnM6DRAGhvUyv7VDhL5dXRniZNoWaZWn2zomprR9vkc/s1600-h/sasha3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4qgza5D2WaS68vwzL28Z4e0P_xqwaVb9zRJL_jlyseubDE6o50YnqkMn3mBLWI9gtg9WKtsORgbxCuSTqjE0TYkEs5HDMrInYnM6DRAGhvUyv7VDhL5dXRniZNoWaZWn2zomprR9vkc/s400/sasha3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429735711566100290" /></a>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-66493035431153703722010-01-14T14:17:00.002-03:002010-01-14T14:34:57.966-03:00Let's run away together<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIiLsWBo8pnuvjQOq0VdWnQ7Cabay7OtNrAEEjk9Y2D-iD3_mbD0Oy-ynbTbqRQtU6mFy3xhpxTLZ1wVnh7XSBbmK-5T51FiN4anDnDpE8pD0CYXZg2E5yhYi58JeTISX07JyPmhiJ9Gw/s1600-h/SDC12264.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIiLsWBo8pnuvjQOq0VdWnQ7Cabay7OtNrAEEjk9Y2D-iD3_mbD0Oy-ynbTbqRQtU6mFy3xhpxTLZ1wVnh7XSBbmK-5T51FiN4anDnDpE8pD0CYXZg2E5yhYi58JeTISX07JyPmhiJ9Gw/s400/SDC12264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426646593451435810" /></a><b>Corramos tan rápido como podamos</b><div><b>a la velocidad de la luz dejemos el tiempo atrás.</b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Se siente como si perteneciéramos el uno al otro.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Estamos listos para aquello, y si así no fuese, no dejemos que se note y corramos </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">tan rápido como podamos.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Ya inventamos un destino y solo queda el vacío a su alrededor, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">sonriamos como si fuera nuestro y corramos tan rápido como podamos.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Nuestro final puede ser igual a los anteriores, pero ya no tengo frío y <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>estoy lista para tomarte de la mano y que corramos tan rápido como podamos.</i></span></span></b></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-33494660018063919492010-01-03T14:10:00.001-03:002010-01-03T14:10:45.006-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZy4iD29aNNu96-ehhLdHpBmyaOseXzgNcv8rgTPCkCwCexD6oaelSDu-5J965gwtIo8T4lNygg0dQ_dN2Ex8iFEd0MtDvU4yGkKfO9-sMGzFYGYNfY-WYfxDqbDvTJVRXK7-2oh57kX0/s1600-h/lovewilltearusapart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZy4iD29aNNu96-ehhLdHpBmyaOseXzgNcv8rgTPCkCwCexD6oaelSDu-5J965gwtIo8T4lNygg0dQ_dN2Ex8iFEd0MtDvU4yGkKfO9-sMGzFYGYNfY-WYfxDqbDvTJVRXK7-2oh57kX0/s400/lovewilltearusapart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422562144385486626" /></a>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-55716871197720495242009-12-21T23:04:00.002-03:002009-12-21T23:17:34.400-03:00- Cold Hot Air Balloon -<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">I'll be out of my mind</span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">And you'll be out of ideas</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Pretty soon</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">So let's spend</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Leave your jacket behind</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Lean out and touch the treetops over town</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">I can't wait</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">To kiss the ground</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Wherever we touch back down</span></span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjnfChyphenhyphenmtMmgnIoGbpqJxAarJgBnOj3Yb8N1JpmD8P9vxOCT1D_Fo_Ycda10K-hXvmkIPgphEpVB_uP2RATzQNXgX8RqpyB1eLhJjmHyXE3y4q9lWZG34BG5_RcN3gnNo3xaGzjkUQwhc/s1600-h/abrazooo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjnfChyphenhyphenmtMmgnIoGbpqJxAarJgBnOj3Yb8N1JpmD8P9vxOCT1D_Fo_Ycda10K-hXvmkIPgphEpVB_uP2RATzQNXgX8RqpyB1eLhJjmHyXE3y4q9lWZG34BG5_RcN3gnNo3xaGzjkUQwhc/s400/abrazooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417875950220316066" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">The stars lean down to kiss you,<br />And I lie awake I miss you</span></span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">But I'll miss your arms around me<br />I'll send a postcard to you dear,<br />Cause I wish you were here.</span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 15px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'll watch the night turn light blue, </span></span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">But it's not the same without you, </span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Because it takes two to whisper quietly, </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The silence isn't so bad, </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Till I look at my hands and feel sad, </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cause the spaces between my fingers</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Are right where yours fit perfectly.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#CC66CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Though I haven't slept in two days, </span></span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.</span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But drenched in Vanilla twilight, </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'll sit on the front porch all night, </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don't feel so alone.</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight.<br />I'll think of you tonight.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">But I swear I won't forget you.</span></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#CC66CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'd whisper in your ear, </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oh darling I wish you were here.</span></span></b></span></div></span></span></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-7855099610242530702009-12-21T22:46:00.002-03:002009-12-21T23:03:23.821-03:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Otro más que se va... pasó tanto, tan rápido... quisiera repetirlo y ser feliz otra vez, y sentirme bien otra vez, e irme a la cama rogando que llegue rápido el nuevo día. </span></span></span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Pero de todo se aprende y como no estoy muerta quiero suponer que me hizo más fuerte todo lo que pasó en estos ultimos mesecitos. Tuve gente más que hermosa a mi lado, y conocí muchas cosas nuevas, que aunque algunas no hayan terminado como quería, sé que voy a recordar siempre las partes lindas.</span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Creo que lo primordial que aprendí este año, es que no toda la gente se siente cómoda dándose para con el resto como lo hago yo. Supongo que será porque me es inevitable no decir lo que siento y no demostrarle afecto a la gente que tengo alrededor y tengo que aprender que hay gente que prefiere vivir de lo casual, sin comprometerse con nada, sin tener la necesidad de demostrarle nada a nadie constantemente... pero todo el mundo tiene a alguien con quién tarde o temprano comparte ideales, es cuestión de tiempo y de quizás algún o algunos años más por delante.</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b>Por el resto no me quejo, hasta ultimo momento conocí gente divina y como parte de mi carrera espero seguir conociendo muchisima más gente así.</b></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">N</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">o tengo ganas de hacerme la filosofica, la loquita de mierda, de invenar una historia con lo que siento, ni de aburrir a quién termine por acá... veremos que nuevas cosas me depara el nuevo año que estoy más que segura que serán mil veces mejores que las de este año que pasó.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Así que espero que todos tengan un nuevo año hermoso hermoso y que aprendan mucho más de lo que hayan aprendido este año.</span></b></span></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-35857005350227464162009-12-11T23:17:00.002-03:002009-12-11T23:24:03.192-03:00- I look at you and smile because I'm fine -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Boy, one day you'll be a man<br />Oh girl, he'll help you understand<br />Smile like you mean it</span></span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9A2O59r331TSoK7AZA6Ck8M6Xmgj6dYTN3H2CFs-YrCZ_cxG2dS4xbng-E0VaRA6rbjon3eRzQmFOAzN9L0in6hW6045k53UcE-okDkm9QOzGHwd-feSoGrTWE4qH5zb7H9ecxJGHOw/s1600-h/chupon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9A2O59r331TSoK7AZA6Ck8M6Xmgj6dYTN3H2CFs-YrCZ_cxG2dS4xbng-E0VaRA6rbjon3eRzQmFOAzN9L0in6hW6045k53UcE-okDkm9QOzGHwd-feSoGrTWE4qH5zb7H9ecxJGHOw/s400/chupon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414169140844737650" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">We lost track of the time</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">Dreams aren't what they used to be</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">Some things sat by so carelessly</span></span></span></b> <b>...</b></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZ8J7aReB2s22n9xHQivA35aDhoqSqntjA2Xh6Pl6-kFlj69p8Fi4br0J4RF7_moLZQDXZHdiHDg5teoVH5mgj6y4tOCiIyUhX2pcy0g-yBKdIBKlVL81IjtZoxRxRFsaGFyhAWfV4CU/s1600-h/couple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZ8J7aReB2s22n9xHQivA35aDhoqSqntjA2Xh6Pl6-kFlj69p8Fi4br0J4RF7_moLZQDXZHdiHDg5teoVH5mgj6y4tOCiIyUhX2pcy0g-yBKdIBKlVL81IjtZoxRxRFsaGFyhAWfV4CU/s400/couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414169064733714674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">And someone will drive her around</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Down the same streets that I did</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">On the same streets that I did </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Smile like you mean it</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Smile like you mean it!♥</span></span></b></div></span></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-79520839860416029852009-12-07T20:20:00.005-03:002009-12-07T20:31:03.194-03:00- You're the nicest thing I've ever seen -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All I know is that you're so nice<br />You're the nicest thing I've seen<br />I wish that we could give it a go<br />See if we could be something</span></b></span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I wish I was your favourite girl</span></span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world</span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile</span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">I wish you couldn't figure me out</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">But you always wanna know what I was about</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; "><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">I wish you'd hold my hand</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">When I was upset</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">I wish you'd never forget</span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">The look on my face when we first met</span></span></span></b></div></span></span></div></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobhalUr1Zpn1kx5ertR1IAr7dpBr6VW22apprkrtYu2BAKiB10_mIWZNoRtq_PTRzXL2aWdrMxv_4KUvO4ZaKF_HoQFZhuqRF8AfqSSwfarY_e1OQll8enXqfaSfDgORoRyNwUkB0TUI/s1600-h/foundations1.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/AVvXsEjobhalUr1Zpn1kx5ertR1IAr7dpBr6VW22apprkrtYu2BAKiB10_mIWZNoRtq_PTRzXL2aWdrMxv_4KUvO4ZaKF_HoQFZhuqRF8AfqSSwfarY_e1OQll8enXqfaSfDgORoRyNwUkB0TUI/s400/foundations1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639704567759858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wish you had a favourite beauty spot<br />That you loved secretly<br />'Cause it was on a hidden bit<br />That nobody else could see</span></span></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Basically, I wish that you loved me</span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I wish that you needed me</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Actually I meant three</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlcXSF8BZdWiQKu4D0OVo5EO09sogwZPbuIYWkxLcpsP9d7jYAaEpBX3oGhXe-z-1c1xteB0oYwvG3hKgGZt0VoJfOvAmmHj5456ulbBUAHiccno0mpL36jTD-als7LDpWyZnRj12xXE/s1600-h/foundations.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/AVvXsEhDlcXSF8BZdWiQKu4D0OVo5EO09sogwZPbuIYWkxLcpsP9d7jYAaEpBX3oGhXe-z-1c1xteB0oYwvG3hKgGZt0VoJfOvAmmHj5456ulbBUAHiccno0mpL36jTD-als7LDpWyZnRj12xXE/s400/foundations.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412639642262431298" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wish that without me your heart would break<br />I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake<br />I wish that without me you couldn't eat<br />I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep</span></span></b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">And I wish that we could see if we could be something</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something...</span></b></span></span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWtjvUc58NY6TZ2mSsDjjkZs3D82oNloYLWAK0oXJZKgPOYl604uVHN3zVqkzfMe8BaPkQmV2kOJoXrrvSpMeQB9hukDGLtx9AevDFUdbHIzZLP30gWbS6D-qs66EDFWag0ZtpO71tnY/s1600-h/foundations.jpg"></a><span><span><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:11px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560859497886377569.post-64204073186210040382009-12-07T19:33:00.002-03:002009-12-07T19:34:03.293-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdqBivV8Ni5OFihAqJpDVvuS2GiG4GlJE4MKSeLhn4GSghqMUJS-VhqgRxD4IAnGMz-yoVk1I9BECjE9XQXj5RAQALfbtXCpetg3rqfW73wbkUQQSdDL6gGJkoiAItL1YePKgh-0hoS4/s1600-h/dance+(1).jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdqBivV8Ni5OFihAqJpDVvuS2GiG4GlJE4MKSeLhn4GSghqMUJS-VhqgRxD4IAnGMz-yoVk1I9BECjE9XQXj5RAQALfbtXCpetg3rqfW73wbkUQQSdDL6gGJkoiAItL1YePKgh-0hoS4/s400/dance+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412626175201582706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtLwq0EIk3nV2WLkHjN0P2h3ysMPHmve4w3PjHtQ7NJtz0DI-W4x7afsk7C0Le9Sa2r9c28IlYNgcx1Zjj49qoW1FtNOllt-eSvoV9sQ8vDinDSuWwU3pa8gfODKHp_Lk_Es8Ix4-GJjQ/s1600-h/28102-28102-20070626_172116-320x240.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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Ama <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">sola</span></b> y sin importarle qué... porque sabe que el camino es largo, y el tiempo tirano... pero sobre todo porque sabe que seguirá ahí.</div><div>Ahí, de donde nunca se fue... pero de donde nunca estuvo segura de haber estado.</div><div><i><b>A veces la realidad puede ser la fantasía más extraña, </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">y quizás eso hace que las <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ilusiones</span></b> crezcan fuertes teniendo como base nada más que el <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">aire</span></b> que respiramos. </span></i></div><div>Ella esconde las lágrimas abajo de sus más relucientes sonrisas, baila todas las noches canciones que hablan de <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">amor</span></b> y de parejas que ya no son, canta en otro idioma soñando que él es su fan, se viste para matar... porque se siente un zombie, se llena la <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">boca</span></b> de lápiz labial imaginando que en pocos segundos ya no lo tendrá.</div><div>Muchos dicen que son tiempos difíciles para los <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">soñadores</span></b> pero ella piensa que vivir soñando es lo único que a parte de ser gratis la hace <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">feliz</span></b>. Ella dice que de vez en cuando vivir de una <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">fantasía</span></b> no le hace mal a nadie, pero entre nos... tengo que decir que tiene todo el <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>corazón</b></span> astillado.</div><div>Ella no sé siente sola, porque entre sus sueños está al lado de él. Y más allá de los abismos que la vida pone en el medio, ella lo va a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>cuidar</b></span> mientras siga viva escondiendo <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>lágrimas</b></span> abajo de <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">sonrisas</span></b>, bailando canciones que hablan de <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">amor</span></b> y parejas que ya no son, cantando canciones en otro idioma, vistiéndose para matar, llenándose de lápiz labial. Su amor es más grande que cualquier otra cosa y entre nos... de eso estoy segura.</div><div>Él se pone <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>frío</b></span>, se pone rudo... él se pone <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">duro</span></b>. Él cree en la vida de uno, en el juego solitario, en los <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">abrazos rotos</span></b> y en el facil <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">olvido</span></b>. </div><div>Él recicla corazones como pasatiempo, escucha ruido en el <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>silencio</b></span>, se convence de lo que no está seguro. Se convence de que sus miedos son <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">mentiras</span></b>. Se convence de que sus <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>miedos</b></span> no son."</div><div>Ellos siguen rozando sus mundos, ellos bailan canciones de <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">amor</span></b></span> y parejas que ya no son. Ellos escuchan los mismos ruidos, tienen los mismos miedos, sienten el mismo dolor, gritan juntos en el silencio. <b><i>Quizás aquella no fue la ultima vez, pero entre nos... no sé si ellos lo saben.</i></b></div>Maripardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355231317054258192noreply@blogger.com1