tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28118035582959723472011-07-07T20:52:07.189-07:00malditamiauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919065142121125279noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811803558295972347.post-4708842620658798722009-09-09T16:38:00.001-07:002009-09-09T16:38:57.760-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/Sqg8gLeXrzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/53iIibl5Gow/s1600-h/y1ptSdSynZrmiAdRBw9MaovwKLIrRgrIb4qbZvbE8mhjXAWrXH8x0oVJaab4uZozjyq-YxPFjE8f-E.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/Sqg8gLeXrzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/53iIibl5Gow/s400/y1ptSdSynZrmiAdRBw9MaovwKLIrRgrIb4qbZvbE8mhjXAWrXH8x0oVJaab4uZozjyq-YxPFjE8f-E.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379616278427709234" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Pude estar equivocada, pude tener la razón pero tuve un acorde de la mejor canción, el sonido de tu corazón. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811803558295972347-470884262065879872?l=malditamiau.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>malditamiauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919065142121125279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811803558295972347.post-55011287821575968662009-09-09T16:10:00.000-07:002009-09-09T16:27:45.036-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/Sqg5vAGWrgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GoDlGrTWF4w/s1600-h/depresion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/Sqg5vAGWrgI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GoDlGrTWF4w/s400/depresion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379613234537344514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" > <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Hablando con una pared que me mira y no me quiere contestar, y las cosas que le digo no quiere escuchar.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811803558295972347-5501128782157596866?l=malditamiau.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>malditamiauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919065142121125279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811803558295972347.post-65054926306383746472009-09-08T18:25:00.000-07:002009-09-08T18:46:13.328-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/SqcIj_f1kDI/AAAAAAAAApw/hLxfOivuuV8/s1600-h/vaho-coche-daquella-manera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/SqcIj_f1kDI/AAAAAAAAApw/hLxfOivuuV8/s400/vaho-coche-daquella-manera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379277694350757938" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Amor mio, </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">así</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> es la vida juntos. Dos locos de repente, </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">sonriendole</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> a la gente que nos ve pasar...</span><i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> </i><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><b>Tan enamorado</b></span></span><i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><b><span style="font-size:130%;">s</span>.</b></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811803558295972347-6505492630638374647?l=malditamiau.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>malditamiauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919065142121125279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811803558295972347.post-22277798673297941292009-09-08T16:47:00.000-07:002009-09-08T17:00:05.606-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/SqbvFwDDfEI/AAAAAAAAApo/ggrUoKsknGA/s1600-h/mouche.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/SqbvFwDDfEI/AAAAAAAAApo/ggrUoKsknGA/s320/mouche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379249687016733762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" > </span><div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">The 7 things I like about you, your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's, and when we kiss </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: normal;">I'm</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: normal;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: normal;">hypnotized</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">. You make me laugh, make me mourn, but I guess I'll have to compare the two sides of your hand in mine. When we're together everything is fine, I want to be with the boy I know. And the seventh thing I like about you, <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" >you </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" >made me love you.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" ></span> </span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">♥</span></span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811803558295972347-2227779867329794129?l=malditamiau.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>malditamiauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919065142121125279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2811803558295972347.post-47163423125428013242009-09-07T19:52:00.000-07:002009-09-07T19:55:59.769-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/SqXHZ19GHnI/AAAAAAAAApU/BAz8SLy6Re0/s1600-h/20qghgh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDaWwt_o7X0/SqXHZ19GHnI/AAAAAAAAApU/BAz8SLy6Re0/s400/20qghgh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378924576757915250" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;">No es la </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">situación</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;">, sino el </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">corazón</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;">, quien decide el camino.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2811803558295972347-4716342312542801324?l=malditamiau.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>malditamiauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919065142121125279noreply@blogger.com