tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79177535456622424112011-11-27T15:28:16.001-08:00...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-48902306354811359012008-03-12T11:02:00.000-07:002008-03-12T11:04:31.923-07:00Es como siempre<br />como siempre que te miras al espejo y,<br />luego de un rato la imagen se desvanece.<br />No se puede hacer nada<br />Es lo mismo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-4890230635481135901?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-3445421806668949912008-03-03T08:22:00.000-08:002008-03-03T08:24:57.624-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Es que no puedes estar aburrido hasta el punto de estar traduciendo un curso de inglés a francés!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-344542180666894991?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-88351938929563515452007-12-21T05:35:00.000-08:002007-12-23T15:17:31.300-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> ¿Ola? <strong>Ola. ¿Cómo te llamas?</strong> Pablo <strong>Ah... bonito nombre!,</strong> ¿y tú? <strong>Den</strong> ¿Den? Extraño, pero dejemoslo ahi... Bonitos ojos <strong> Gracias... ¿Qué edad tienes?</strong> 17 ¿y tú? <strong>También.</strong> ¿En qué colegio vas? <strong>En el Carmela Carvajal, ¿y tú?</strong> En el INBA <strong>Ah.! Me gusta ese colegio. </strong> Que buena. <strong>Y... ¿Qué haces aqui? ¿Esperas algo, alguien?</strong> No... simplemente pasaba, ¿y tú? <strong>Voy a mi casa.</strong> (<em>Pasa el tiempo... ellos se miran a los ojos. Algo pasa</em>) ¿Den? ¿Te puedo abrazar? <strong>Extraña tu petición, pero está bien.</strong> (<em>Abrazo fuerte, cruzado, pero al separarse los brazos quedan amarrados a los cuerpos... Se miran a los ojos... Y todo termina en un beso</em>) <strong>Que extraño.</strong> ¿Sabes por qué me acerqué, sin saber nada de tí? Porque me gustaste <strong>Me gusto la decisión que tomaste, no está nada de mal.</strong> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">-----> Historia acerca de como conocer a alguien.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-8835193892956351545?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-62360095301987739412007-12-11T15:01:00.000-08:002007-12-11T15:41:10.570-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">--->Otro cachipún mental!!!!<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">--->Otro cachipún mental!!!!<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">--->Otro cachipún mental!!!!<br /><br />WAAAA!!<br /><br />No seai tonto!<br />Si afuera está el patio... y<br />hay un arbol graaaaande de naranjas!!<br />jugositas las naranjas!<br />Oh! Jugositas!!!<br /><br /><br />Tonto! Si no cueces bien la yema del huevo te va a salir un pollito!!!<br />Los pollos nunca han salido de los huevos! >Si son vegetales!!<br />Los vegetales nacen de huevos poh!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />y shhhhh!<br /><br />Es un secreto!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-6236009530198773941?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-4406561110646552342007-11-11T14:25:00.000-08:002007-11-11T14:29:13.690-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RzeBjjFOUKI/AAAAAAAAACA/No48Xlt8l5Q/s1600-h/stomacheache.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131712748124524706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RzeBjjFOUKI/AAAAAAAAACA/No48Xlt8l5Q/s320/stomacheache.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Solamente que no sirven las pastillas...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">no me sirven...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">algo más me provoca ese dolor de estomago que no entiendo... o si?</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Solo que he andado con este dolor toda la semana...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">aun no se quita del todo... =S</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Que mas decir... </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">que estoy = que ella... ------------></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">con dolor de estomago</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Esto si que es dolor!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Au revoir.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-440656111064655234?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-26256459453938943782007-10-06T16:25:00.000-07:002007-10-06T16:57:24.028-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RwggwmwWwJI/AAAAAAAAABg/5iWkTdqkRRc/s1600-h/P7102324_reloj_no_marques_las_horas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118376995915743378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RwggwmwWwJI/AAAAAAAAABg/5iWkTdqkRRc/s200/P7102324_reloj_no_marques_las_horas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Tengo ganas de verte!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Algo tonto... creí que volvi a nacer porque se me presento algo... el renacimiento mio. Ahora creo que fue solo un sueño. </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Tengo ganas de hablar contigo!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Espero que puedas ayudarme en lo que quiero que me ayudes. No se a que persona podría acudir... solo tú.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Contigo nacen las palabras y caricias</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">nuestra verdad...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Tengo ganas de abrazarte...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">¿Para qué? Para sentir que en verdad estás ahi conmigo... simplemente para sentirme mejor de lo que estaba antes!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Simplemente eso...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">------> Me hace falta tiempo <----------</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-2625645945393894378?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-33062267322902485862007-09-21T15:36:00.000-07:002007-09-21T15:42:36.408-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Who want to sleep in the city that never wakes up?</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Simplemente me dio por escribir=P</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">no se como ira a salir...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">simplemente quiero desahogarme!</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Cuando lo sabrás??</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Espero que pronto...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">por ahora... solo te hecho de menos</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Dias largos...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Dias aburridos...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Dias que podrían cambiar...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">no crees?</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">A quien le estoy hablando</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">estoy seguro que te estoy hablando a ti</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">aunque tu no lo estas</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">¿¿¿es en verdad todo tan asi???</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">----------------------------------</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Hay que darle tiempo al tiempo</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RvRIfJaiQ4I/AAAAAAAAABU/1cylvg3XGWA/s1600-h/Juntos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112791176912716674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RvRIfJaiQ4I/AAAAAAAAABU/1cylvg3XGWA/s320/Juntos.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></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"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Foto antigua que no tiene nada que ver</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-3306226732290248586?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-68446196257036606282007-09-15T08:58:00.000-07:002007-09-15T09:08:27.730-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RuwB5sifNJI/AAAAAAAAABM/eoU6LZvJRSA/s1600-h/antesdelamanecer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110461767878653074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RuwB5sifNJI/AAAAAAAAABM/eoU6LZvJRSA/s400/antesdelamanecer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Antes del amanecer.-</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Siempre me he puesto a pensar... que pasaria si conociera a alguien en un tren. Si ella fuera solo una personas más.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">El tren para en una estación y ese alguien está ahi... se te acerca...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">eres gentil y comienzan a conversar...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">el tren parte en la mañana...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Recorres la ciudad con ella y la conpañía es gratamente buena y genial...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">pasas la mejor tarde en años...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">La noche interminable...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">aun asi... no pasa nada... ademas de un beso calido y suave.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Llega el amanecer... con promesas de no verla nunca.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Te arrepientes y prometes volver.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">_._ Una extraña se ha convertido de la noche a la mañana en la persona más importante de tu vida.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-6844619625703660628?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-15361334403376373272007-09-01T14:57:00.000-07:002007-09-01T15:27:44.193-07:00<div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Ya han pasado dias...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>han pasado semanas...</em></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>han pasado meses...</em></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>¿Que se puede hacer?</em></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>¿Que podemos hacer?</em></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Nadie aun sabe la respuesta</em></span></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Tenemos que encontrarla por nosotros mismos</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>¿como? ... No lo se...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You!! Nobely Queen!</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Que estas ahi...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>y siguen pasando los dias...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>y siguen pasando las semanas...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>y siguen pasando los meses...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>...Y yo sigo buscando una respuesta donde no esta.</em></span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105365703858771330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RtnnDur21YI/AAAAAAAAABE/AEZ6i7DG0uo/s200/1188625191_f.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/Rtnm2er21XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ekCa6-44Jms/s1600-h/1188625191_f.jpg"></a></em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-1536133440337637327?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-35655171838157563422007-08-26T08:58:00.000-07:002007-08-26T09:26:43.671-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RtGoJ-r21UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WXDmc5I5XHc/s1600-h/1188133568_f.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103044742186718530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RtGoJ-r21UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WXDmc5I5XHc/s400/1188133568_f.jpg" width="272" border="0" /></em></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>¿Que hacer? </em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>¿Que debes hacer?</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>¿Que es lo que puedes hacer?</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>¿Cuantas verdaderas personas conoces?</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>¿Cuantos son tu sol?</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>¿Que mas te puedo preguntar?</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>Date cuenta de una cosa...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>eres importante!</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>Todos somos importantes de cierta forma...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>pero... que todos somos importantes es una manera de decir que nadie lo es.</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>Como hacerlo...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>la verdad no se</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>contigo nacen las caricias y palabras...</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>nuestra verdad!!</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>Simplemente eso</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-3565517183815756342?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-30352733401455810062007-08-11T20:17:00.000-07:002007-08-11T20:37:00.315-07:00<div align="center">● <span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em><strong>Se reparan sentimientos</strong></em></span> ●</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;">Alguna vez sentiste</span></em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">algo que tu cuerpo no pudo abarcar...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">¡¿Que tu mismo no pudiste abarcar?!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">¡¡NO!! ¡¡NO!! No se cuentan </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">los sentimientos negativos como el odio,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">la desesperanza o la ira...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">porque esos simplemente...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">¡¡NO SIRVEN!!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><em>Es incontrolable sentir</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">lo que no puedes abarcar.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Sientes como si ese sentimiento </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">se escapara de tu cuerpo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">cuando lo que más deseas es tenerlo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">solamente tú...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">porque reconforta</span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">hasta lo más profundo de tu corazon</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">y de todo tu ser...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">y empiezas a hablar de la persona </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">por la cual ese sentimiento existe...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">y no paras hasta que simplemente</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">tu cuerpo se cansa, y aún asi tu corazón sigue.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Simplemente no puedes abarcar</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">lo que sientes... </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">es demasiado para ti...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">pero aun asi no lo quieres dejar...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">porque es demasiado importante para tí!!!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-3035273340145581006?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-28449125235511775312007-07-29T17:21:00.000-07:002007-07-29T18:24:47.795-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/Rq0wn9kxb8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KgjKQqUPV2o/s1600-h/cosaa!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092780216727728066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/Rq0wn9kxb8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KgjKQqUPV2o/s320/cosaa!.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Esta es una <span style="font-size:130%;">Historia...</span></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">la cual te hace </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">pensar </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">y </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">sentir!!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">S O M E T I M E S</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><em>es todo más</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">complicado</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">lo </span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">que</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">parece.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">En muchas cosas...</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">depende</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">de </span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">las </span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">mismas personas</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">que</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">la viven.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Simplemente esta </em></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;">Historia </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><em>acerca de algo......</em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">About...</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">About you!</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">simplemete sin </span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">olvidar el pasado.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Es lo mejor que tenemos </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">(</span><span style="font-size:78%;">hasta ahora</span><span style="font-size:180%;">)</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>ahora es momento</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>de hacer un presente...</strong></div><div align="left"><strong>y futuro....</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Mejor!!!</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">recordando siempre:</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">los</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">BUENOS</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">MALOS</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">RECUERDOS</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">ayudas... consejos</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Las risas... sobre todo</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">...About you.</span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="right"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-2844912523551177531?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-70108665220872523572007-07-28T16:00:00.000-07:002007-07-29T18:15:55.368-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RqvMdNkxb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YOgF8OAywow/s1600-h/star-wars-photo-star-wars-6236002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092388605904646066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ix-0IOSsj_M/RqvMdNkxb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YOgF8OAywow/s320/star-wars-photo-star-wars-6236002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>=P!!</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>kede atonito!!!</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>en el diario aparecia que iban a llegar los Jedi...</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>estaba... atonito cmo dije al principio...</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>solo nosotros.... los que estamos en Santiago podemos verlos..</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>y aun asi son chantas.. =(</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>son todos con trajes amarillos....</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>son todos cmo... weones!!</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>las espadas son cortitas...</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>y casi no estan encendidas....</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>simplemente la version chilena de los Jedi </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>...........(que son geniales)............</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>simplemente esto es asi porque los trajo el...</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>METRO!!! Y SON GUARDIAS!!!!</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>....</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>QUE RANCIOS!!!</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Au Revoir</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-7010866522087252357?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917753545662242411.post-7417483968284587082007-07-22T16:06:00.000-07:002007-08-11T20:16:56.410-07:00que decir.. es la primera entrada..<br /><br />ustedes se han dado cuenta del rock & roll?? de que simplemente es demasiado usada la frase rock &amp; roll.... rock & roll ... rock &amp; roll....- me gusta el rock & roll.... elvis era un buen rock &amp; rollinsta..<br />y al final.. .de tanto escuxar y mentalizar rock & roll... ya no parece que fuera el rock &amp; roll de simepre sino que es el rock & roll distinto al rock &amp; roll que conocemos habitualmente como rock &amp; roll...<br /><br />PRUEBEN!!<br /><br /><br />=P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7917753545662242411-741748396828458708?l=kalcetineraconpapas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766431951758651952noreply@blogger.com0