tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56194253285011300342024-02-07T18:17:16.245-08:00F l o r e n c i aLoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-5642744587642819672010-01-21T10:32:00.000-08:002010-01-21T10:34:11.615-08:00LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-88805571669425209272010-01-08T06:39:00.000-08:002010-01-08T06:56:06.933-08:00Corre LOla corre<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#333399;"><em>A veces, por miedo a quedarse atrás, corre. Corre, pero no sabe a dónde va, corre y no llega a ningún lado. Lo importante es no parar y ella sólo corre. Hasta que se agota, pero sigue corriendo. Y cuando casi desfallece se detiene. Y al detenerse ve las otras vidas pasar a su lado, avanzando hacia una meta más certera, hacia un futuro esperado. Y ve que algunas muchas vidas comenzaron a avanzar de a </em>dos<em>.</em></span></strong></span></span>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-83386616085717623842010-01-08T06:37:00.000-08:002010-01-08T06:38:57.700-08:00Nathan&Haley<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQvB37p-gJ4ssUq8vVSeVLQMk_CIxSXNXJwm8SCdqKxKk1gw7NFQYXzM63UbmXtyEYRCKhLHdnMLglZ8BuWupsVaFR3NTvo6Cn37uGxfW7xb37S0Qh_0dLikbd6QpmuMs7Y-ypZsPyN1ff/s1600-h/40545b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424378089860257426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQvB37p-gJ4ssUq8vVSeVLQMk_CIxSXNXJwm8SCdqKxKk1gw7NFQYXzM63UbmXtyEYRCKhLHdnMLglZ8BuWupsVaFR3NTvo6Cn37uGxfW7xb37S0Qh_0dLikbd6QpmuMs7Y-ypZsPyN1ff/s400/40545b.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#ccccff;"> </span><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;">OTH<br /></span></strong><br /></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-11863949694613688652010-01-07T18:18:00.000-08:002010-01-07T18:54:05.978-08:00Los puentes de Madison<span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Francesca Johnson</span>: -En cierta forma extraña tú me posees. Yo no deseaba que me poseyeran, no lo necesitaba, y sé que tú no te lo propusiste, pero eso es lo que ha sucedido. Ya no estoy sentada a tu lado, aquí, sobre la hierba. Me tienes dentro de ti, como una prisionera voluntaria.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Robert Kincaid</span>: -No estoy seguro de que estés dentro de mí, o de que yo esté dentro de ti, o de que te posea. Al menos no deseo poseerte. Creo que los dos esta­mos dentro de otro ser que hemos creado y que se llama «<em>n o s o t r o s</em>».<br />En realidad no estamos dentro de otro ser. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So­mos ese ser</span>. Los dos nos hemos perdido a nosotros mismos y hemos creado otra cosa, algo que sólo existe como la unión de nosotros dos. Dios mío, estamos enamorados. De la manera más profunda que es posible enamorarse.</span>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-61817442406864946742009-12-11T11:45:00.000-08:002009-12-11T15:08:11.870-08:00EVERYTHING 2<span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>ometimes I give in to sadness</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Sometimes I don't</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">At times I'm part of the madness</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Sometimes I won't</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Give in to you</span></div><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">You see in a way</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">I have been drifting down a river</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">To nowhere</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And you've given me</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">nothing </span>. . .</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000000;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">But if you're ready to be my everything</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">If you're ready to see it through this time</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">And if you're <strong>ready for love</strong> then</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">This I will bring</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">But <em>I'm not gonna wait for you forever this time</em></span></div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">At times I feel myself smiling</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">At times I'm not</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">What's with the guilt that you styling baby</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Talk don't look good on you</span></div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">You see in a way</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">I have been looking for a reason to go there</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And you're leading me</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">nowhere</span> . . .</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">A<span style="font-size:85%;">nd if you're ready to be</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">my</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> everything</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">If you're ready to see it through this time </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">And if you're ready for love then </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">This I will bring</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">But I'm not gonna wait for you forever this time</span></div><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">Are you waiting for a special occasion</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;">To give me your heart</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">Cause I need a little confirmation</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">To make a real start</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Don't wait till it's too late</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">Are you ready to <span style="font-family:courier new;">show me</span>?</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">Are you ready to <span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>love </em></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">ME</span>?</span></div><br /><div align="right"></div><p align="right"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRVh7CDAX_6Hd741SphMMLUQ4g1FR9fG7NbBqw6WIn3b02fZESFC5ingaSn4TWl0Qdzw285Ht6WIo9o5yiuVX-brNE61twqTpgE_cYaYyXiBYxkFGS341gIj_bGuq5_3Np1BTLesD-Qfz/s1600-h/1.jpg"></a></p>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-70132831961648981712009-12-08T13:08:00.000-08:002009-12-08T15:38:54.703-08:00EVERYTHING<span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">F</span></strong>IND ME HERE AND SPEAK TO ME</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>I WANT TO FEEL YOU</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>I NEED TO HEAR YOU</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">...</span></strong></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">YOU ARE THE LIGHT THAT IS LEADING ME TO THE PLACE WHERE I FIND PEACE <span style="font-size:100%;">again</span></span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">YOU ARE THE STRENGTH THAT KEEPS ME WALKING </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;">YOU ARE THE HOPE THAT KEEPS ME TRUSTING</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;">YOU ARE THE LIFE TO MY SOUL</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">YOU ARE MY PURPOSE</span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center">YOU ARE EVERYTHING</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOU AND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">WOULD YOU TELL ME HOW COULD IT BE ANY BETTER THAN THIS </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#330099;">YOU CALM THE STORMS</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">YOU GIVE ME REST</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">YOU HOLD ME IN YOUR HANDS </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">YOU WONT LET ME FALL</span> </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>YOU STEAL MY HEART</strong></span> <span style="font-size:78%;">AND </span><em>you take my breath away</em></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">WOULD YOU TAKE ME IN </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">WOULD YOU TAKE ME <strong>DEEPER</strong> NOW...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOUAND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">WOULD YOU TELL ME HOW COULD IT BE ANY BETTER THAN THIS</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOU AND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"><em>WOULD YOU TELL ME HOW COULD IT BE ANY BETTER THAN THIS</em></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">’CAUSE YOU ARE ALL I WANT </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">you are all I need</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">YOU’RE EVERYTHING</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">EVERYTHING </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">YOU ARE ALL I WANT</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">YOU’RE ALL I NEED</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">YOU ARE EVERYTHING</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;">E V E R Y T H I N G</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">YOURE ALL I WANT </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">YOU’RE ALL I NEED </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">YOU’RE EVERYTHING </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">EVERYTHING</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><em><strong>you are all I want</strong></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>YOU’RE ALL I NEED </strong></span><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>YOU’RE <span style="font-size:130%;">E</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;">V<strong>E</strong>R<strong>Y</strong>T<strong>H</strong>I<strong>N</strong>G</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>E V E R Y T H I N G</strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOU AND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU WOULD YOU TELL ME HOW COULD IT BE ANY BETTER THAN THIS AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOU AND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU WOULD YOU TELL ME HOW COULD IT BE ANY BETTER THAN THIS AND HOW CAN I STAND HERE WITH YOUAND NOT BE MOVED BY YOU WOULD YOU TELL MEHOW COULD IT BEANY BETTER THAN THIS</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">WOULD YOU TELL ME HOW COULD IT BE ANY BETTER THAN THIS</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">?</span> </span></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-75846480341458936172009-12-08T12:52:00.000-08:002009-12-08T13:07:15.901-08:00Sonreir<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>ie<span style="font-size:85%;">N</span>to <span style="font-size:85%;">Q</span>ue es<span style="font-size:85%;">T</span>ás ...<br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSd_D8XiPjmtxFKuPX0xIfmSQF9WKZ7bRC6FObGpooVx26jVdhPzmMek6QNDKiS505y1-oDC6ig3w8XCk4s2zDB1bQzXeCQCANz49RjKkXoVcTUlwm56SHx9DlvkjGkrn1Obx4kH8AtEaJ/s1600-h/Benq+095.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412973110411306658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSd_D8XiPjmtxFKuPX0xIfmSQF9WKZ7bRC6FObGpooVx26jVdhPzmMek6QNDKiS505y1-oDC6ig3w8XCk4s2zDB1bQzXeCQCANz49RjKkXoVcTUlwm56SHx9DlvkjGkrn1Obx4kH8AtEaJ/s200/Benq+095.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQT91TLWMgYkxnZcH-xQTdx-o7XBtd0mV2y2A7RSJfaDbwGu-Ve8afyPipJPNRI7mhb-7TtGsR81laHdIX27ilfqiIfrRd7wB1kyS1-nJo1GZ6yM-1FMgte-fol-c3iYsPLXZlkXjHNVg/s1600-h/Benq+089.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412972074405932786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQT91TLWMgYkxnZcH-xQTdx-o7XBtd0mV2y2A7RSJfaDbwGu-Ve8afyPipJPNRI7mhb-7TtGsR81laHdIX27ilfqiIfrRd7wB1kyS1-nJo1GZ6yM-1FMgte-fol-c3iYsPLXZlkXjHNVg/s200/Benq+089.jpg" /></a> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412972494905079106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy1_lBnIM-gAbOQstFA_gmNCabaZnLC1FsndJACEGRq5YHAIOOX1Db2XnM_QueFWaIn3i2ycQ5txwdmNAgCl73bBdM0Rw2AFA2W3FhtqlKQO6MdooBibkObckypbDG2hhASk2CAiiQZ6pT/s200/Benq+094.jpg" /> <p align="right"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">...<span style="font-size:85%;">Y</span> no pu<span style="font-size:85%;">E</span>do evit<span style="font-size:85%;">A</span>r S<strong>O</strong>N<strong>R</strong>E<strong>I</strong>R !<br /></span></p>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-31619298395318949392009-12-08T12:49:00.001-08:002009-12-08T12:52:02.069-08:00L♥ve<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8AKHUqqk9VkOc5qsNIzDQVDRDjj7ikDq3Id9XyDHu90WPXZXchXS1xkUghfcdoR25IFhsOlxR4eoUsIqIuCGhz_HskIsgJmmAM5i8QLFc0FqAwdMDdz4OmoAxtKlFCwAr3W5xSCngv4Y/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412970781640364482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8AKHUqqk9VkOc5qsNIzDQVDRDjj7ikDq3Id9XyDHu90WPXZXchXS1xkUghfcdoR25IFhsOlxR4eoUsIqIuCGhz_HskIsgJmmAM5i8QLFc0FqAwdMDdz4OmoAxtKlFCwAr3W5xSCngv4Y/s400/clip_image001.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-15283414028588291412009-12-07T16:56:00.000-08:002009-12-07T17:07:10.680-08:00OTH<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyTC4ZcOnVLF00Wi-V5QbTvNPe3bRGhZnN1I_2SPFHOyVeyLnZ8X5eDlQTrSoepxuZZz2TjSi6Mns2hlarO1faEU4TQn-J9hm7mkJv64nWjwGTclNpreiCk8nupAoWiW0T0c3nbdO2Ndm8/s1600-h/peyton3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412664674204972338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyTC4ZcOnVLF00Wi-V5QbTvNPe3bRGhZnN1I_2SPFHOyVeyLnZ8X5eDlQTrSoepxuZZz2TjSi6Mns2hlarO1faEU4TQn-J9hm7mkJv64nWjwGTclNpreiCk8nupAoWiW0T0c3nbdO2Ndm8/s400/peyton3.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-61882130636438836192009-12-07T16:26:00.000-08:002009-12-07T16:49:42.681-08:00¿Cuántas probabilidades hay?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Pienso que aunque conozca y me enamore de alguien<br />lo de él siempre va a quedar inconcluso<br />y no me quiero quedar así, con esa incertidumbre adentro.<br />No había pasado nada, pero ni bien lo vi, sentí que lo conocía desde siempre,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">sentí que era el amor de mi vida<br />Hasta pensé que quería un futuro con él, que me iría donde él fuera, todo..<br />Y nunca había pensado así. Siempre creí en las historias de amor verdadero,<br />pero no creía que sería parte de una, una tan mágica.<br />¿Cuántas probabilidades hay de encontrar al amor de tu vida?<br />Lo conocí a él y sentí que podia hacer cualquier cosa que podia lograr todo<br />me sentí grande y poderosa,<br />una mejor persona...<br />No sé si estoy enamorada ahora, no sé si lo estuve, no sé lo que es...<br />sólo sé que sentí eso<br />casi sin conocerlo<br />No puedo decir que lo amo<br />o que lo amé<br />pero sí estoy segura que lo puedo amar. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Todo esto es angustiante y reconfortante a la vez...</span>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-7081940810339268772009-12-07T16:18:00.000-08:002009-12-07T16:23:47.717-08:00cursi incurable<span style="font-family:courier new;">En algun momento me va a pasar. Estoy hecha para el amor...aunque me la haya pasado diciendo que no está hecho para mí.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Soy una cursi incurable.<br />Creo que todos tenemos ahí al amor de nuestras vidas en algún lugar del mundo,<br />que muchos tienen la suerte de encontrarlo<br />y otros mucha más suerte de poder vivirlo ...<br />Veo asi...la vida y siento que tengo que vivirlo<br />porque sino va a faltar algo..un sentido no?</span>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-64837232082890810892009-12-07T15:50:00.000-08:002009-12-07T15:54:54.408-08:00.<div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong> </strong></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>S</strong><em>t</em><strong>a</strong><em>r</em><strong>v</strong><em>e</em><strong>d</strong> <em>f</em><strong>o</strong><em>r </em><strong>s</strong><em>o</em><strong>m</strong><em>e</em> <strong>a</strong><em>f</em><strong>f</strong><em>e</em><strong>c</strong><em>t</em><strong>i</strong><em>o</em><strong>n</strong></span></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-38861413770951265662009-11-13T09:26:00.000-08:002009-11-13T09:33:30.068-08:00Something About Us<div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">It might not be the right time</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">I might not be the right one</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">But there's something about us I want to say</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">'Cause there's something between us anyway</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">I might not be the right one</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">It might not be the right time</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">But there's something about us I've got to do!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">Some kind of secret I will share with you</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">I <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">need</span></strong> you more than anything in my life</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">I <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">want</span></strong> you more than anything in my life</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">I'll <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">miss</span></strong> you more than anyone in my life</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663366;">I <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>love</strong></span> you more than anyone in my life.</span> </div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-26893038803919648082009-11-13T09:01:00.000-08:002009-11-13T09:06:10.597-08:00They are not YOU<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtALY00NLJjCa3wIpWpfWGpF8B4NzKHfuspbJ0JAQ5KmPwQDIW3Jl9YPpZkB2KgBMj4jkRMsm0rqSkHsEMS2LWP8QcejXbzQlerrNuVDT0_La2QQBrUGDgUgp23dfn-z94p44RW3Agbnw/s1600-h/PS-ART-peyton-sawyers-art-2607982-300-300.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403635325048117490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtALY00NLJjCa3wIpWpfWGpF8B4NzKHfuspbJ0JAQ5KmPwQDIW3Jl9YPpZkB2KgBMj4jkRMsm0rqSkHsEMS2LWP8QcejXbzQlerrNuVDT0_La2QQBrUGDgUgp23dfn-z94p44RW3Agbnw/s400/PS-ART-peyton-sawyers-art-2607982-300-300.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-84046352467967562502009-11-13T08:55:00.000-08:002009-11-13T09:01:34.013-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">I can't take my eyes off of you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"><strong>I can't take my eyes off of you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">I can't take my eyes off of you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>I can't take my eyes off of you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">I can't take my eyes off of you</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">I can't take my eyes off of you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">I can't take my eyes off of you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>I can't take my eyes off of you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">I can't take my eyes off of you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>I can't take my eyes off of you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-54087509846094561512009-11-12T16:17:00.000-08:002009-11-13T08:43:34.477-08:00Indra Devi<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">"La mañana después de mi llegada nos reunimos todos a meditar. Alguien me explicó que aquello era totalmente distinto a rezar, y que consistía en una concentración prolongada, durante la cual la mente y el corazón se sosegaaban. Pero en mí produjo efectos absolutamente contrarios. El caso es que recibí una especie de choque interior. Algo me empezó a dar vueltas en el momento en que Krishnaji empezó a entonar un "mantra" sánscrito, o sea, una recitación sagrada hindú. Me llegó como si fuese una llamada que había olvidado y, sin embargo, distante, como si aquello fuese una proyección revivida de un pasado nebuloso. En cuanto terminó la meditación, me dirigí a toda prisa a mi tienda y lloré como jamás había llorado en mi vida.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Desde aquel día en adelante se operó dentro de mí un cambio absoluto. Se acabaron para siempre los sufrimientos de una mente atormentada y confusa."</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"><em>Indra Devi</em></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;">Fragmento de <em>YOGA por siempre joven, por siempre sano</em> </span></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-18826017140718546852009-11-12T16:11:00.000-08:002009-11-12T16:14:28.755-08:00El circo de la mariposa<p><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9582NStUdqU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9582NStUdqU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUBPX28_mAE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUBPX28_mAE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">Cuando vi este cortometraje me conmovió, me llegó al alma... </span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">Gracias Yani por recomendarmelo.</span></p>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-80911592651711978452009-10-29T16:41:00.000-07:002009-11-13T08:53:44.375-08:00Rayuela otra vez<div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">////////</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">///////</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">////////</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">////////</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">///////</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">///////</span><span style="color:#990000;">//////</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Y mirá que apenas nos conocíamos y ya la vida urdía lo necesario </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">para desencontrarnos minuciosamente.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"> Como no sabías disimular me di cuenta en seguida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"> de que para verte como yo quería </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">era necesario empezar por cerrar los ojos...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">////////</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">///////</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">///////</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">///////</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">///////</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">///////</span><span style="color:#990000;">////////</span></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-47562981995645170142009-10-29T15:05:00.000-07:002009-10-29T15:06:58.869-07:00<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bFTOHPQzvlis0n32PttsD5t9ZvQOvjXji5zlja7LlNuiEv-KLppABWPYvHb9tgrDHxU2HT_1ymG3gBDLvQTw90opCmhxTgyhdgX_610ngF-7yDv75rjQFKMVX5InNMPqeRutMxVspkf4/s1600-h/people.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398146591682656466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bFTOHPQzvlis0n32PttsD5t9ZvQOvjXji5zlja7LlNuiEv-KLppABWPYvHb9tgrDHxU2HT_1ymG3gBDLvQTw90opCmhxTgyhdgX_610ngF-7yDv75rjQFKMVX5InNMPqeRutMxVspkf4/s400/people.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000000;">Peyton Sawyer</span></div><div align="right">One Tree Hill<br /><br /></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-21694630060887286422009-10-22T16:58:00.000-07:002009-10-22T17:06:18.435-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDsMNK9QVc9eEQsokR-FZhwp2jaFjbyGdIF-6Oc-jlkpGFdV0p7AVYXCcwzpgtxJdI2qNImyST-lgpW5vkjk3kNIAeQoi_bU154Hs0_0h56BhbnzLmtbMoOYMTzNGD3q1EeBd48KxNwiU/s1600-h/kima115.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395579540697779762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDsMNK9QVc9eEQsokR-FZhwp2jaFjbyGdIF-6Oc-jlkpGFdV0p7AVYXCcwzpgtxJdI2qNImyST-lgpW5vkjk3kNIAeQoi_bU154Hs0_0h56BhbnzLmtbMoOYMTzNGD3q1EeBd48KxNwiU/s200/kima115.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span> veces la vida exige un cambio. Una transición. Como las estaciones. Nuestra primavera fue maravillosa pero el verano terminó y dejamos pasar nuestro otoño. Y ahora, de repente, hace frío…tanto frío que todo se congela. Nuestro amor se durmió y la nieve lo tomó por sorpresa. Y si te duermes en la nieve no sientes venir la muerte. Cuídate.</span> <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwS_QvSOsaZZboAs5DT7A34bYJVuzgZH0Nz6gbyPbXCVrVFP4ZJg3-Omemu5lE7XLtDw1ySTHk4uOZINL5ns3k9fJ_jYXYfLf7nFQbeqummfD2Ex9ZX3_4T3TqeRy9woGl-3nU0aclHIQg/s1600-h/kima115.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395578844648359362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwS_QvSOsaZZboAs5DT7A34bYJVuzgZH0Nz6gbyPbXCVrVFP4ZJg3-Omemu5lE7XLtDw1ySTHk4uOZINL5ns3k9fJ_jYXYfLf7nFQbeqummfD2Ex9ZX3_4T3TqeRy9woGl-3nU0aclHIQg/s400/kima115.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-44604375869809016322009-10-22T16:55:00.000-07:002009-10-22T16:58:25.378-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgrymYFUF-g52SqtRSO89LSjJEooxRc5AZpvCGnYTEUbk-5UdDnQaJYmCoRxS0rr4u6KyFTkbR6jrIVm518UC9w4UQm0DVNcnMs3yzQuzsKQEq9FsYFFjY18YhuD5PcjmOMFh2k6FRrub/s1600-h/celos.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395577475442852034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHgrymYFUF-g52SqtRSO89LSjJEooxRc5AZpvCGnYTEUbk-5UdDnQaJYmCoRxS0rr4u6KyFTkbR6jrIVm518UC9w4UQm0DVNcnMs3yzQuzsKQEq9FsYFFjY18YhuD5PcjmOMFh2k6FRrub/s320/celos.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>Porque ni ella cuando la acaricies, podrá sentir esto que siento yo, teniéndote tan lejos-</strong></span></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-66495408917187806512009-10-22T16:42:00.000-07:002009-10-22T16:54:44.083-07:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"> "Las personas somos como instrumentos musicales, si sabes tocarlos, puedes sacar de ellos melodías perfectas, pero la mayoría de las veces andamos por el mundo completamente desafinados, tocando cada uno una partitura diferente, que el otro no conoce."<br /></span><div> </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395576459822340226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkT-cXEa2VavKZanP3F265MdGIJFF4oUkTdResLxRAMB9sHGKyJJQwy3nmAmUg55ynIyhUaxjMjpzlDW2C2SVej6PDWS3_vV5S0DlLRT9Vtl24lPpS5KEN5Eix3AW3DN-27Ph5duC8Wrl/s400/antidepresivo_net_35.jpg" />LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-38557026106121617872009-10-22T16:34:00.000-07:002009-10-22T16:42:28.437-07:00goodbye<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiuAxsEasZ3mlU21dAFECsg6-6Yx-_wKz8kRBiVSgHnmojjt-eT_ginyGPVyPchDyHP278jqDyYQfbs_4x7f4XEhqLKs7vEZWpr7GSBnPfQlTSmcDc9JvGdqqGWR00KqZI6IN73-dLMwnr/s1600-h/Benq+060.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395572497092519634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiuAxsEasZ3mlU21dAFECsg6-6Yx-_wKz8kRBiVSgHnmojjt-eT_ginyGPVyPchDyHP278jqDyYQfbs_4x7f4XEhqLKs7vEZWpr7GSBnPfQlTSmcDc9JvGdqqGWR00KqZI6IN73-dLMwnr/s400/Benq+060.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">He dejado de quererte.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"> Desde ahora, desde hace un rato, no puedo mentir ni decir la verdad.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"> Ahora ya no te quiero.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong> Adiós</strong>, <em>te habría querido para siempre</em>.</span></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-21274564564136105552009-10-22T12:45:00.000-07:002009-10-22T12:49:15.450-07:00<div align="right">
<br /><span style="color:#000000;"><m<><strong>M</strong>e siento bien conmigo misma
<br />me estoy encontrando y sola lo fui haciendo
<br />lo feo..es que sentia que tenia que encontrar a alguien para encontrarme y tampoco es que era asi
<br />se que cuando encuentre a EL chico me voy a reencontrar
<br />asi a la yo enamorada y brillante
<br />siento que creci mucho en estos meses
<br />y creo que me falta poquito para completarme
<br />no queria conocer a alguien y que me cambie..porque todavia no estaba definida
<br />lo cual es tonto porque ahora me doy cuenta que estoy queriendo ser e intentando ser la que siempre imagine </span></div><strong></strong>
<br />LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619425328501130034.post-90278839997017932522009-09-20T07:50:00.000-07:002009-09-22T06:30:47.604-07:00cúrame<div align="left">Háblame<br />que no te oiga.<br />Quiéreme<br />que yo no sepa.</div><div align="center">Cuídame<br />que no lo vea.<br />No me mires,<br />no me escuches<br />haz de cuenta que no existo.<br />.</div><div align="right">Cúrame,<br />que no sane.<br />Vierte en mí<br />tu indiferencia.</div><div align="left">Cálmame<br />que en mí se agite<br />el deseo como un fuego<br />y me muera por besarte.</div><div align="center">Llámame<br />no me respondas,<br />sáciame,<br />que no me alcance.</div><div align="right">Déjame,<br />que yo me rinda<br />que te siga, que te ruegue<br />que después te de la espalda.<br />Cúrame.<br /></div>LoLóhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18431531475826833136noreply@blogger.com0