<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908</id><updated>2011-09-05T09:42:44.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Be!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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20px;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;i&gt;Y&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; aunque me de miedo partir debes dejarme ir tu sabes lo que me ha costado a mí poder reir ambos tenemos ilusiones para compartir Pero cada uno sabe lo que lo hace revivir Sigo buscando adentro mío y buscaré hasta el fin Sé que en el juego del destino hay algo para mí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-3319669450547285325?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" &gt; No me pidas que no me duela hasta hoy ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4757517743482253810?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4757517743482253810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=4757517743482253810' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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como volver a empezar todo termina de repente, pero no me digas adiós, sólo decime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hasta siempre..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-2991507109956061943?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2991507109956061943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=2991507109956061943' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/2991507109956061943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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martes y trece, todo el año llueve sobre mojado..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-6472944046330411645?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6472944046330411645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=6472944046330411645' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6472944046330411645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6472944046330411645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;fui una victima total de sus antojos&lt;br /&gt;pero un día abrí los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y con rabia la arranque de mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco fui saliendo hacia delante&lt;br /&gt;y en los brazos de otra amante pude terminar&lt;br /&gt;al fin con esta historia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque yo en el amor soy un idiota&lt;br /&gt;que ha sufrido mil derrotas&lt;br /&gt;que no tengo fuerzas para defenderme&lt;br /&gt;pero ella casí siempre aprovechaba&lt;br /&gt;si algun dia me besaba eso era&lt;br /&gt;solo para entretenerme y es así...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-2823436549071972119?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2823436549071972119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=2823436549071972119' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/2823436549071972119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/2823436549071972119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoy-recuerdo-la-cancion-que-le-hice-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-4145692533042625537</id><published>2010-02-17T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:30:21.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/S3zCSmssR-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/yHrYxh8y0BE/s1600-h/7335_1259929575281_1140916191_837355_3553397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439436074838149090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/S3zCSmssR-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/yHrYxh8y0BE/s320/7335_1259929575281_1140916191_837355_3553397_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tómate esta botella conmigo&lt;br /&gt;en el último trago nos vamos&lt;br /&gt;quiero ver a que sabe tu olvido&lt;br /&gt;sin poner en mis ojos tus manos.&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche no voy a rogarte&lt;br /&gt;esta noche te vas de veras&lt;br /&gt;que difícil tratar de olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;sin que sienta que ya no me quieras.&lt;br /&gt;Nada me han enseñado los años&lt;br /&gt;siempre caigo en los mismos errores&lt;br /&gt;otra vez a brindar con extraños&lt;br /&gt;y a llorar por los mismos dolores.&lt;br /&gt;Tómate esta botella conmigo&lt;br /&gt;en el último trago me besas&lt;br /&gt;esperamos que no haya testigos&lt;br /&gt;por si acaso te diera vergüenza.&lt;br /&gt;Si algún día sin querer tropezamos&lt;br /&gt;no te agaches ni me hables de frente&lt;br /&gt;simplemente la mano nos damos&lt;br /&gt;y después que murmure la gente.&lt;br /&gt;Nada me han enseñado los años&lt;br /&gt;siempre caigo en los mismos errores&lt;br /&gt;otra vez a brindar con extraños&lt;br /&gt;y a llorar por los mismos dolores.&lt;br /&gt;Tómate esta botella conmigo&lt;br /&gt;y en el último trago nos vamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4145692533042625537?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4145692533042625537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=4145692533042625537' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4145692533042625537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4145692533042625537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/tomate-esta-botella-conmigo-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/S3zCSmssR-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/yHrYxh8y0BE/s72-c/7335_1259929575281_1140916191_837355_3553397_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-8415110855487595442</id><published>2010-02-17T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:18:31.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palabras más o menos, las que hoy me duelen....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palabras más o menos, sentimientos ajenos....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;palabras más o menos,palabras que pueden... lastimar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palabras menos, palabras más.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-8415110855487595442?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8415110855487595442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=8415110855487595442' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8415110855487595442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8415110855487595442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/palabras-mas-o-menos-las-que-hoy-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-4223509116924392053</id><published>2009-12-09T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:03:33.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se puede intentar hacer canciones, el hombre ha hecho tanto por el arte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se puede intentar romper paredes y luego hacer casas gigantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y no llegué aprenderte amar, aunque quisiera yo no pude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cruce tus labios con mi boca y te entregué mi cuerpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cansada me detengo y pienso si esto es lo que merecemos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hoy ya me voy amor y desearé que tengas un buen viaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y no lloraré por que se bien que yo intente quererte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y le dije no a ser feliz por que solo pensaba en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Que yo aprendería amarte como tú lo hacías &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y debo decir adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sé que pude quedarme más tiempo, Pero algo me dijo que era tarde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y que aunque usara yo mi empeño, el final ya era inevitable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y duele por que fuiste todo lo que desee un día, pero si no hay amor se que el deseo ya no bastaría, sufriendo por todo el recuerdo,viviendo de remordimiento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hoy ya me voy amor y desearé que tengas un buen viaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y no llorare por que se bien que yo intente quererte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y le dije no a ser feliz por que solo pensaba en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Que yo aprendería amarte como tú lo hacías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y hoy debo decir adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me duele que te dejo con la pena y el dolor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soñando que estés bien y que des de tu vida lo mejor como conmigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hoy ya me voy amor y deseare que tengas un buen viaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y no llorare por que se bien que yo intente quererte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y le dije no a ser feliz por que solo pensaba en ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Que yo aprendería amarte como tú lo hacías &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;y hoy debo decir adiós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4223509116924392053?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4223509116924392053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=4223509116924392053' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4223509116924392053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4223509116924392053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-puede-intentar-hacer-canciones-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-8836322082218170599</id><published>2009-12-03T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:04:08.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La verdad no me queda más duda de que tu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya se me terminó, duele pero acabó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es difícil pero no imposible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asimilar que en verdad te perdí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y ahora te veo partir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y aunque pase el tiempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y seas feliz con alguien más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recuerda que no hay nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que haga que me olvide de ti, yo sé…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quien tú decidiste amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No sé si sepa que no hay personas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como tu aquí en la tierra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te prometo no vuelvo a llorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé lo felices que están y cuiden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo que yo soñé, siempre quise para mí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De corazón… ámense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé lo triste que puedo llegar a estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque al menos lo intente pero yo no gané.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La persona que tiene el&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acceso a tu corazón, mira que bendición,Pude haber sido yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y aunque pase el tiempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y seas feliz con alguien más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recuerda que no hay nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que haga que me olvide de ti, yo sé…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quien tú decidiste amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No sé si sepa que no hay personas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como tu aquí en la tierra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te prometo no vuelvo a llorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé lo felices que están y cuiden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo que yo soñé, siempre quise para mí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si tuviera una oportunidad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le cambiaria el final a todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero no podría porque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La verdad me da gusto que estás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conmigo en la eternidad y entiendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No eras para mí pero te querré siempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y aunque pase el tiempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y seas feliz con alguien más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recuerda que no hay nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que haga que me olvide de ti, yo sé…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quien tú decidiste amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No sé si sepa que no hay personas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como tu aquí en la tierra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te prometo no vuelvo a llorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé lo felices que están y cuiden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo que yo soñé, siempre quise para mí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si tuviera una oportunidad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le cambiaria el final a todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero no podría porque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La verdad me da gusto que estás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conmigo en la eternidad y entiendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No eras para mí pero te querré siempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-8836322082218170599?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8836322082218170599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=8836322082218170599' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8836322082218170599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8836322082218170599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-verdad-no-me-queda-mas-duda-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-4362213943620601844</id><published>2009-08-09T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:21:55.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hay un cuento que me trajo un día el viento, que me enseña a reír, que dan ganas de vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Donde las hadas existen Y no hay corazones tristes y en abril sacan flores de colores de mi jardín.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hay un cuento donde vive un sentimiento que nunca va a morir, que se queda junto a mi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Donde no llegan las penas, donde solo hay gente buena y es así. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Es un cuento que podemos compartir, es un cuento que podemos compartir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Haz que tu cuento valga la pena, haz de tus sueños la ilusión Y que se asome la primavera en las calles de tu corazón, haz que tu ángel nunca se valla, que cuide el niño que hay en vos Y cuando crezcas nunca lo pierdas Porque perderás tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hay un cuento que contaban las abuelas, que te puedo contar para que puedas dormir donde la mala se paga Y siempre ganan los buenos Y es así&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los que sueñan son felices hasta el fin.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4362213943620601844?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4362213943620601844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=4362213943620601844' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4362213943620601844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4362213943620601844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/08/hay-un-cuento-que-me-trajo-un-dia-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-8833041586907914797</id><published>2009-08-09T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:13:36.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sn8td0mrBtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/M7sgldUowMI/s1600-h/IMG_1568+-+copia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368059271209223890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sn8td0mrBtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/M7sgldUowMI/s320/IMG_1568+-+copia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sn8sHub_FTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/A_zENVRx_cw/s1600-h/tye.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Y me robaste la esquina ,y yo quede tan perdida, a donde vuelan mis sueños, a un callejon sin salida ,y me quite mi vestido que tanto te gustaba, total ya me siento desnuda, total ya no tengo nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Pero no vino nunca no llego y mi vestido azul se me arrugo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sn8td0mrBtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/M7sgldUowMI/s72-c/IMG_1568+-+copia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-3302905606560556613</id><published>2009-08-09T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:02:18.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sn8olA-Cu2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/wd92tpVCQu0/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368053897229417314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sn8olA-Cu2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/wd92tpVCQu0/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tu nombre me tiene perdida, vagando en el mar de ilusión, yo nunca me doy por vencida, yo nunca me rindo... al menos por hoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Y es así que trato de contarte todo ésto que siento. Y es así que estoy adormecido en el mar de ilusiónes, es así que todo vale todo y todo se termina, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Todo se termina, Todo menos vos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-3302905606560556613?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3302905606560556613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=3302905606560556613' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3302905606560556613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3302905606560556613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/08/tu-nombre-me-tiene-perdida-vagando-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sn8olA-Cu2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/wd92tpVCQu0/s72-c/DSC00305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-3507615237623383745</id><published>2009-08-09T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:47:54.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiero que estés allá donde ya no pueda verte más.~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-3507615237623383745?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3507615237623383745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=3507615237623383745' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3507615237623383745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3507615237623383745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiero-que-estes-alla-donde-ya-no-pueda.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-6732556186529415785</id><published>2009-08-04T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:34:16.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Si uno pudiera decir siempre lo que piensa. Si a veces no estuvieran tan divorciadas las cosas que decimos de las que pensamos.Cuando hacemos lo que decimos, y decimos lo que sentimos, es mucho mejor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-6732556186529415785?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6732556186529415785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=6732556186529415785' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6732556186529415785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6732556186529415785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-uno-pudiera-decir-siempre-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-7677380116805725646</id><published>2009-08-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:14:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SnkHAatteyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/IsHMXhYf_VA/s1600-h/4195_1049834738012_1590053814_30117372_3895618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366328134741097250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SnkHAatteyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/IsHMXhYf_VA/s320/4195_1049834738012_1590053814_30117372_3895618_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;La persona que te ama, la que te tiene que cuidar, a veces es la que más te lastima. Duele el amor…duele el amor ingrato ¿no?Esperamos que el amor sea correspondido ¿no? Si amás, si sos amado, si no amás, si no sos amado, el amor siempre duele…y cuando el amor duele algunos reaccionan con despecho, otros intentan disimular el dolor, otros no aceptan que ese amor no pueda ser e insisten sin medir las consecuencias.Yo soy más impulsivo, no soporto que el amor me maltrate, no lo puedo disimular.No se si es bueno o malo, pero cuando el amor me duele mucho lo único que puedo hacer es esconderlo y que nadie sepa que sufro por amor.A veces uno no sabe que hacer con tanto dolor que &lt;strong&gt;mejor callarlo y esperar que pase&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-7677380116805725646?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7677380116805725646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=7677380116805725646' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7677380116805725646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7677380116805725646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-persona-que-te-ama-la-que-te-tiene.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SnkHAatteyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/IsHMXhYf_VA/s72-c/4195_1049834738012_1590053814_30117372_3895618_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-644660132668211157</id><published>2009-08-03T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:55:20.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Si a un ataque respondemos con otro ataque lo único que vamos a lograr será un nuevo ataque. Claro que a veces nos atacan tanto que el deseo de venganza es muy fuerte, parece el camino más fácil, no? De poner las armas y confiar en que la vida va a hacer justicia es difícil, pero a la larga es lo mejor. Dicen que la venganza es el placer de los dioses, pero, para nosotros, simples mortales, la venganza solo trae destrucción, nada más.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nunca, nunca tomes el camino de la venganza. &lt;em&gt;Porque te va a destruir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-644660132668211157?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/644660132668211157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=644660132668211157' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/644660132668211157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/644660132668211157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-un-ataque-respondemos-con-otro.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-6503536019545662864</id><published>2009-07-31T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:06:12.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SnPZf6SefmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uL_cYpgEYnQ/s1600-h/Soledad_y_Tristeza_by_Magdalena220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364870723374317154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SnPZf6SefmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uL_cYpgEYnQ/s320/Soledad_y_Tristeza_by_Magdalena220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que lo amo como nuca ame a nadie, que no puedo vivir sin el, pero que tengo mucho miedo de lastimarlo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que sin el me muero, quisiera decirle que lo amo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que no me importa ; y que voy a estar con el pase lo que pase."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que no sea tonto, que me mire a los ojos y se de cuenta que no le miento, que lo amo, y que lo único que necesito en este momento es a él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que si, que por primera vez en mi vida quiero quedarme en un lugar, con el."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que a mi tampoco me importan las formas, que nada mas tengo ganas de estar con el, hablar con el, reírme con el, nada mas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que si ,un enorme si, decirle que no conocí el amor hasta que lo conocí a el."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que no habrá siempre, que no hay mañana, quisiera decirle que todo esta muriendo lentamente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera salir corriendo y decirle que no lo quiero dejar, que voy a estar con el pase lo que pase."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que lo extraño tanto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que me siento vació sin el."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que es tan especial para mi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que si, que no se ni como ni porque me pasa, pero estoy muerto de celos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que no valla."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que nadie me gusta como el."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que apure o salgo corriendo ya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que no se enamore de otra, quisiera pedirle que no me olvide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Hay quiero decirle que solo puedo ser feliz con el."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que siento que lo amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♠ Quisiera decirle que lo necesito conmigo."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;¿A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dónde va lo que querés hacer y no hacés? ¿A dónde va lo que querés decir y no decís? ¿A dónde va lo que no te permitís sentir?Nos gustaría que lo que no decimos caiga en el olvido, pero lo que no decimos se nos acumula en el cuerpo, nos llena el alma de gritos mudos. Lo que no decimos se transforma en insomnio, en dolor de garganta.Lo que no decimos se transforma en nostalgia, en destiempo. Lo que no decimos se transforma en error. Lo que no decimos se transforma en debe, en deuda, en asignatura pendiente.Las palabras que no decimos se transforman en insatisfacción, en tristeza, en frustración. Lo que no decimos no muere, nos mata.Lo que no decimos se transforma en trauma, en veneno que mata el alma. Lo que no decís te encierra en el pasado. Lo que no decimos se transforma en herida abierta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-6503536019545662864?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6503536019545662864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=6503536019545662864' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6503536019545662864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6503536019545662864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/quisiera-decirle-que-lo-amo-como-nuca.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SnPZf6SefmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uL_cYpgEYnQ/s72-c/Soledad_y_Tristeza_by_Magdalena220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-6900285937663082818</id><published>2009-07-31T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:01:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te resulta fácil pedir perdón o te cuesta?Podemos acostumbrarnos a pedir perdón? Pierde valor nuestro “perdón” cuando lo decimos muchas veces y muy seguido?Un “perdón” a veces no puede reparar lo que hicimos mal, porque con un simple “perdón” no se puede borrar el dolor…Cuando nos equivocamos y nos damos cuenta que hemos lastimado a alguien, no nos alcanzan los idiomas para pedir perdón. No sabemos cómo hacer para conseguir el perdón de esa persona….Tenemos que pensar bien antes de hacer las cosas…tenemos que hacernos responsables de lo que hacemos para no tener que llegar al límite de pedir perdón, en todos los idiomas……&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-6900285937663082818?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6900285937663082818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=6900285937663082818' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6900285937663082818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6900285937663082818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-resulta-facil-pedir-perdon-o-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-4752672164324358202</id><published>2009-07-30T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:09:00.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para las mujeres que cada vez que están borrachas le siguen confesando su amor. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Para las que mandan mensajes a mitad de la noche.&lt;/span&gt; Para las que no se cansan de ser rechazadas y siguen intentando. Para aquellas que aún con el corazón roto lo siguen amando. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Para todas, que aunque se arrepientan de haberle hablado por MSN porque no les contesto, lo siguen haciendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Para aquellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; que buscan cualquier excusa con tal de hablarle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Para vos, que te conectas y desconectas para que te vea y te hable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para nosotras que cuanto más forro, más nos encanta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;y cuando menos nos habla mas los buscamos&lt;/strong&gt;. Para el famoso &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;"te juro que no le hablo nunca más".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Porque aunque este de novio, seguimos pensando que hay esperanzas.Para vos que cuando lo estas superando el siempre aparece. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Para vos que todo te hace acordar a él&lt;/span&gt;, y que miras el partido de fútbol de su equipo para saber como le fue. &lt;em&gt;Para vos que llegaste al límite de decirle todo en la cara&lt;/em&gt;. Para vos que, para no mirarlo, le preguntas a tus amigas qué esta haciendo. Para vos que te haces la orgullosa diciéndole que no. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Para vos que te haces la superada diciendo que no vas a volver a estar con él&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;y cuando lo tenes a dos centímetros, no podes decirle que no.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Para vos que cada vez que llega el fin de semana tratas de averiguar a dónde va a salir pidiéndole a tu amiga (que es amiga de un amigo de él) que averigue a dónde van a ir para cruzártelo por "casualidad", obvio no?. Para nosotras, las que sufrimos y que cada vez que sabemos que lo vamos a ver entramos en crisis porque solo queremos estar perfectas para él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para vos que te estas cagando de risa de esta triste&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;realidad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4752672164324358202?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4752672164324358202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4752672164324358202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-las-mujeres-que-cada-vez-que-estan.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-7782543531413053109</id><published>2009-07-30T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:33:18.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hay gestos, palabras y silencios que nos hieren profundamente. La gente es egoísta. Piensan en sí mismos y lastiman a los demás. Pero duele más cuando el golpe viene de un ser querido. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;¿Por qué nos lastimamos así?&lt;/span&gt; Es como si el hecho de sufrir por alguien fuera la medida de cuánto lo amamos. Y a veces algunos hasta se sienten bien viéndonos sufrir por ellos. Eso los hace sentir... amados. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;¿Pero por qué? ¿Por qué son así?&lt;/span&gt; Es horrible. Es como si la persona que más amas fuera tu peor enemigo. ¿Qué? ¿Qué? Es así. La persona que más debería cuidarte, amarte, mimarte... es la que más te lastima.&lt;br /&gt;-La persona que más debería amarte sos vos misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;¿Por qué no te relajas y me escuchas, que por ahí tengo algo para decirte que te puede servir? &lt;/span&gt;Un ejemplo, te grafico, ¿no?... Hay una chica, cualquiera, no importa, que siempre se enamora de chicos que no le dan bola, ¿no? Aparece un chico, un chico cualquiera... Un profesor, por ejemplo, que no le da bola y ella lo sabe. De todas maneras, ella es cabeza dura y decide encararlo. Obviamente, el profesor no le da bola nuevamente y la rechaza. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;¿Quién es el cruel: él, que la rechazó, o ella, que lo sabe y va al choque igualmente a encararlo?&lt;/span&gt; Si el zapato aprieta, el zapato no tiene la culpa... El que tiene la culpa es la persona que lo compró. Hay que pensar lateralmente.&lt;br /&gt;Uno no puede dejar de querer a esa persona y eso lastima, lastima mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sí creo es que por ahí no es que nos guste sufrir, sino que a veces nos cuesta estar bien. Es mas fácil buscar el enemigo afuera, pero a veces el peor enemigo no está tan lejos; está mucho más cerca. A veces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nuestro peor enemigo somos nosotros mismos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-7782543531413053109?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7782543531413053109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=7782543531413053109' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7782543531413053109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7782543531413053109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/hay-gestos-palabras-y-silencios-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-3968887748090527282</id><published>2009-07-30T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:23:43.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SnJ_w3a7MTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DIzSLJQb1XU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364490583639011634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SnJ_w3a7MTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DIzSLJQb1XU/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El amor es una promesa. De dos personas que se aman, se prometen que juntos van a tener una vida mejor. No alcanza la promesa de uno solo. Se necesitan las dos promesas. Nada duele más, que una promesa de amor incumplida. Por eso cuesta tanto prometer y creer en las promesas de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-3968887748090527282?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3968887748090527282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=3968887748090527282' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3968887748090527282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3968887748090527282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-amor-es-una-promesa.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SnJ_w3a7MTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DIzSLJQb1XU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-1655094131155240472</id><published>2009-07-29T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:45:33.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tem que chorar Quando tudo está perdido e morto,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tem que chorar Embora tudo machuque lá dentro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Não tem que chorar Embora já não queira nada vivo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tem que chorar Quando o mundo é um grande deserto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-1655094131155240472?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1655094131155240472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=1655094131155240472' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1655094131155240472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1655094131155240472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-tem-que-chorar-quando-tudo-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-1044975270157652029</id><published>2009-07-29T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:39:13.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sm_8gQGXEWI/AAAAAAAAANs/UPBfRxSOXTg/s1600-h/pies-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363783312229208418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sm_8gQGXEWI/AAAAAAAAANs/UPBfRxSOXTg/s320/pies-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sm_8GBfJ2HI/AAAAAAAAANk/X9rWZEPxF1g/s1600-h/pies-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Minutos que se burlan de mi,minutos como furia del mar,minutos pasajeros de un tren que no va a ningún lugar,minutos como lluvia de sal,minutos como fuego en la piel,minutos forasteros que vienen y se van sin decir,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minutos que me duelen sin ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,minutos que no pagan pensión,minutos que al morir formarán el batallón del ayer,minutos que se roban la luz,minutos que me oxidan la fe, minutos inquilinos del tiempo mientras puedan durar,minutos que disfrutan morir,minutos que no tienen lugar,minutos que se estrellan en mi...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-1044975270157652029?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1044975270157652029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=1044975270157652029' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1044975270157652029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1044975270157652029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/minutos-que-se-burlan-de-miminutos-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/Sm_8gQGXEWI/AAAAAAAAANs/UPBfRxSOXTg/s72-c/pies-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-2147350574342080647</id><published>2009-07-29T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:09:08.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acepto que al hablar no soy tierna,que a veces soy fría como invierno,mas no digas que en mí no hay sentimientos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni te imaginas que es lo que siento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-2147350574342080647?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2147350574342080647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=2147350574342080647' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/2147350574342080647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/2147350574342080647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/acepto-que-al-hablar-no-soy-tiernaque.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-4103987653670464023</id><published>2009-07-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:17:05.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; "&gt;iente esa voz que hay en ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; "&gt;que grita que te dice que no dejes de sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;pues sin oír lo que hay en ti, tu vida no sera mas que mentir.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4103987653670464023?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4103987653670464023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=4103987653670464023' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4103987653670464023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4103987653670464023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-gusta-mi-nombre-me-gusta-ser-mujer.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-6927861709222949366</id><published>2009-07-24T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:16:25.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SmqiKNWBXjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kQP_vbH0pLQ/s1600-h/2009041355titanic2_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362276602602413618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SmqiKNWBXjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kQP_vbH0pLQ/s320/2009041355titanic2_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night, in my dreams,I see you, I feel you.That is how I know you go on.Far, across the distanceAnd spaces between us,You have come to show you go on.Near, far, wherever you are,I believe that the heart does go on.Once more, you opened the door.And you’re here in my heart.And my heart will go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Love can touch us one time,And last for a lifetime.And never let go till we’re gone.Love was when I loved you,One true time to hold on to.In my life, we’ll always go on.&lt;br /&gt;Near, far, wherever you are,I believe that the heart does go on.Once more, you opened the door.And you’re here in my heart.And my heart will go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;You’re here, there’s nothing I fear.And I know that my heart will go on.We’ll stay, forever this way.You are safe in my heart.And my heart will go on and on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-6927861709222949366?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6927861709222949366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=6927861709222949366' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6927861709222949366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6927861709222949366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-night-in-my-dreamsi-see-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SmqiKNWBXjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kQP_vbH0pLQ/s72-c/2009041355titanic2_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-7209175204404047679</id><published>2009-07-24T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:54:50.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Siento que siento una y mil veces que nada es lo que parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; siento que mienten que no me entienden no les importa o no me quieren.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-7209175204404047679?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7209175204404047679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=7209175204404047679' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7209175204404047679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7209175204404047679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/siento-que-siento-una-y-mil-veces-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-1528026598868828608</id><published>2009-07-24T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:19:07.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SmqWw84XyEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M7vCegai6ak/s1600-h/52.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362264074058451010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SmqWw84XyEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M7vCegai6ak/s320/52.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Por amar a ciegas yo no escuché, y hoy me toco perder.&lt;br /&gt;Me lancé al vacío por amor, sin saber que poco te importo.&lt;br /&gt;Me advirtieron que hay rosas que tienen espinas, pero no me dijeron que tú siempre lastimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-1528026598868828608?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1528026598868828608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=1528026598868828608' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1528026598868828608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1528026598868828608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-amar-ciegas-yo-no-escuche-y-hoy-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SmqWw84XyEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M7vCegai6ak/s72-c/52.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-6519473364577580265</id><published>2009-07-23T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:19:31.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SmlJNnuCbrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IjrXOK0GSgc/s1600-h/recien-casados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361897329710493362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SmlJNnuCbrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IjrXOK0GSgc/s320/recien-casados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando uno dice "si, acepto"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿sabe en realidad qué es lo que está aceptando?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿Saben realmente lo que es un compromiso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿qué significa una pareja?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando dos personas deciden unir sus vidas, ¿qué estan decidiendo?, ¿qué estan diciendo cuando dicen si, acepto?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Comprometerse no es comprarse un par de anillitos de morondanga y andar, es jugarsela por el otro, pinte buena o pinte mala.Al decir "si, acepto" uno está aceptando lo que ama del otro, pero también acepta lo que no le gusta del otro. Aceptar es dejarse amar, aceptar es un desafio, no van a tener que subir al ring ya mas de a uno, van a subir los dos, las piñas van a ser para los dos, aunque los triunfos también van a ser para los dos. Es un amor tan grande el compromiso que no pensas en nada más, en realidad funca cuando es de a dos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El matrimonio es una aventura de dos, es dar sin especular con recibir, y es recibir sin sentir la necesidad de dar o la obligacion de devolver esto que uno recibe. Esto tiene que ver con el deseo, el deseo de estar juntos, el deseo de unirse en esto que se llama matrimonio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se pocas cosas, pero todas tiene que ver con amar y ser amado, con respetarse y aceptarse, ninguna de ellas tiene que ver con someterse, sino con aprender y tolerar.¿Será que amar no se trata de fundirse y perderse en el otro?, ¿será que se trata de dos individuos que crecen juntos?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aceptar al otro, es tenerle fe, entender sus silencios y esperar sus señales. Para aceptar primero hay que conocer lo que se ve del otro y lo que no se ve, y así puedo decir te conozco, y porque te conozco te elijo, y porque te elijo te acepto , y porque me aceptas soy feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;También acepto la sorpresa, porque siendo dos al volver a casa, ya no encontraré todo como lo dejé, habrá otro, con su mundo, un mundo que engrandece el mio.Hay que saber cual es el deber y el haber. Aceptar al otro, es aceptar lo mejor de nosotros mismos, porque quien nos elige, nos devuelve puro amor, amor por amor, y a semejante amor por supuesto le digo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“si, quiero”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-6519473364577580265?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6519473364577580265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=6519473364577580265' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6519473364577580265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6519473364577580265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuando-uno-dice-si-acepto.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SmlJNnuCbrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/IjrXOK0GSgc/s72-c/recien-casados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-1170607122213676186</id><published>2009-07-23T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:19:59.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿Tan frágil es el alma que a la primera frenada brusca se te sale del cuerpo? Siempre la nombramos: te quiero con el alma, me duele en el alma, pero ¿qué es el alma? No conozco a nadie que haya visto un alma, pero todo el mundo habla del alma.Un desalmado, ¿es alguien que no tiene alma, o alguien que tiene un alma oscura?Cuando nos lastimaron decimos que tenemos el alma herida, pero ¿cómo es una herida del alma? Si el alma es como el aire, ¿cómo es que se cura?También está el alma Mater, esa persona que le da sentido a todo que conduce a otros hacia algún lugar.A veces se te estruja el alma y se siente en el cuerpo.Se dice alma en pena cuando alguien no encuentra la paz; el alma de la fiesta es el que siempre la rema para estar arriba; tu alma gemela, es ese amor que solo es para vos y para nadie más.¿Qué cosa es el alma? Tan frágil que al menor dolor se lastima y se te va del cuerpo.Un alma con el cuerito flojo chorrea todo el tiempo y si no la arreglás se puede quedar vacía.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-1170607122213676186?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1170607122213676186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=1170607122213676186' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1170607122213676186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1170607122213676186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/tan-fragil-es-el-alma-que-la-primera.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-4603679981945330148</id><published>2009-07-23T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:48:35.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;La persona que te ama, la que te tiene que cuidar, a veces es la que más te lastima. Duele el amor…duele el amor ingrato ¿no?Esperamos que el amor sea correspondido ¿no? Si amás, si sos amado, si no amás, si no sos amado, el amor siempre duele…y cuando el amor duele algunos reaccionan con despecho, otros intentan disimular el dolor, otros no aceptan que ese amor no pueda ser e insisten sin medir las consecuencias.Yo soy más impulsivo, no soporto que el amor me maltrate, no lo puedo disimular.No se si es bueno o malo, pero cuando el amor me duele mucho lo único que puedo hacer es esconderlo y que nadie sepa que sufro por amor.A veces uno no sabe que hacer con tanto dolor que mejor callarlo y esperar que pase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4603679981945330148?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4603679981945330148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=4603679981945330148' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4603679981945330148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4603679981945330148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-persona-que-te-ama-la-que-te-tiene.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-4573844261177153704</id><published>2009-07-23T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:20:45.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No me falles...</title><content type='html'>“No es tan fácil confiar. Cuando te fallan una y otra vez &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;¿&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por qué no te van a volver a fallar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Queremos confiar en los demás, siempre esperamos que nos digan la verdad.La decepción es una de las cosas que más nos lastiman &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;¿en quién podemos confiar?&lt;/span&gt;Nos preocupamos mucho por no fallarle a los demás, por no defraudar su confianza…No defraudar y que no nos defrauden los demás &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;¿es eso lo único que importa?&lt;/span&gt;De chico no querés fallar a los grandes; menos querés que los grandes te fallen.Uno no quiere fallar a la gente que ama ni que ellos te fallen ¿no?Uno no espera que sus seres más queridos le fallen, que un padre, un hermano, tu novia te falle… &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;¿Cómo lo soportás?&lt;/span&gt;Pero el peor de los miedos no es que otros te fallen,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;el peor de los miedos es fallarse a si mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4573844261177153704?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4573844261177153704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=4573844261177153704' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4573844261177153704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4573844261177153704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-me-falles.html' title='No me falles...'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-4093149963438544830</id><published>2009-05-02T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:20:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SfzUKXyklVI/AAAAAAAAAME/pOVZnbUMbCg/s1600-h/1224973985469_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331369333549733202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SfzUKXyklVI/AAAAAAAAAME/pOVZnbUMbCg/s320/1224973985469_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;No digas que yo no te lo advertí&lt;br /&gt;Piensa bien si te conviene así&lt;br /&gt;Ando libre y sin pasiones,&lt;br /&gt;No me pongo condiciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo no doy explicasiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Así soy yo&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4093149963438544830?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4093149963438544830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=4093149963438544830' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4093149963438544830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4093149963438544830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-digas-que-yo-no-te-lo-adverti-piensa.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SfzUKXyklVI/AAAAAAAAAME/pOVZnbUMbCg/s72-c/1224973985469_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-2117150508760193522</id><published>2009-04-15T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:50:25.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SeYsAgdWLgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FxKowOhZ--Q/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SeYsAgdWLgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FxKowOhZ--Q/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324991996636835330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella se despierta&lt;br /&gt;y piensa en una vida nueva&lt;br /&gt;para respirar&lt;br /&gt;sin problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella se prepara&lt;br /&gt;para todo lo que habla&lt;br /&gt;y pueda escuchar&lt;br /&gt;en su ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella preocupada&lt;br /&gt;por la gente que no cambia&lt;br /&gt;y nunca cambiará.&lt;br /&gt;Se desespera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella envuelta en llanto&lt;br /&gt;ya no puede con su espacio&lt;br /&gt;que la va a matar.&lt;br /&gt;Pierde fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sabe que su mundo gira lento&lt;br /&gt;y todo por las ganas de luchar.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando la esperanza va muriendo&lt;br /&gt;lo único que quiere es despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sabe bien que nada está perfecto&lt;br /&gt;pero ella no lo quiere aceptar,&lt;br /&gt;y todo por sus malos pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;por nunca aceptar a los demás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella ve tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;ese día tan perfecto&lt;br /&gt;que le da igual&lt;br /&gt;si está viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella no está enferma,&lt;br /&gt;se le acaba su paciencia&lt;br /&gt;y sus ganas de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Media vuelta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé qué es lo que vaya a hacer.&lt;br /&gt;No sé qué fue lo que a su corazón mató.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella ama igual que tú y que yo,&lt;br /&gt;ella entiende toda su pasión,&lt;br /&gt;aún no hay nadie que se entere de quién es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella y su grande ilusión&lt;br /&gt;de encontrar su verdadero yo,&lt;br /&gt;de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encontrar un alma que la ame hoy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-2117150508760193522?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2117150508760193522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=2117150508760193522' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-6099990438090429230</id><published>2009-04-15T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:37:02.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;La venganza es un plato que se sirve frio&lt;br /&gt;te voy a mostrar lo que es sentirse vacio&lt;br /&gt;has jugado con mi vida y ya no hay salida&lt;br /&gt;voy a jugar con la tuya y caeras de rodillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morderas el polvo del caos ya no habra oidos!&lt;br /&gt;sentiras tu ave crecer , saliendo del nido&lt;br /&gt;miraras tu alma correr , como siempre , sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;la escapatoria es un riesgo con dos caminos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando adan sea abarajado del eden&lt;br /&gt;veras correr caines a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;lo se porque te conozco , me conozco&lt;br /&gt;ya lo veras, es solo cuestion de esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me busques sin fundamentos&lt;br /&gt;si ya sabes como termina la historia&lt;br /&gt;si te gusta jugar , para eso estan las muñecas&lt;br /&gt;y tambien las diversiones alternativas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hay mas camino que la perdicion PARA VOS!&lt;br /&gt;este es el final!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-6099990438090429230?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6099990438090429230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=6099990438090429230' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/6099990438090429230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-1817407614601543432</id><published>2009-03-06T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:16:56.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SbHZBVT11_I/AAAAAAAAALc/s7VNZGuGs9M/s1600-h/06-03-09_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310264052569987058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SbHZBVT11_I/AAAAAAAAALc/s7VNZGuGs9M/s320/06-03-09_0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nadie sabe lo que es estar en esta oscuridad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;querer despertarse de esta pesadilla y no poder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nadie sabe nadie entiende...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-1817407614601543432?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1817407614601543432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=1817407614601543432' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1817407614601543432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1817407614601543432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoy-mas-que-nunca-seguire-hacia.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SbHZBVT11_I/AAAAAAAAALc/s7VNZGuGs9M/s72-c/06-03-09_0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-1057353687567948081</id><published>2009-02-12T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:21:41.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTpgLCXaxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aPRCrUbwRIE/s1600-h/06-12-08_1938+-+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302119400249715474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTpgLCXaxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aPRCrUbwRIE/s320/06-12-08_1938+-+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero gritar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;el dolor calló mi voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quiero sentir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no siento el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero inventarme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un mundo de calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero vivir metida en mi canción. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crecí llorando promesas rotas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y así aprendí a no cumplir las propias, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a elegir bien a quien querer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y a mentirme para creer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voy a hacer base acá, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voy a perder la calma, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es mi soledad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No quiero más engaños,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;no quiero daños nunca más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero viajar buscando algo de amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quiero saber si tengo algún valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las marcas sucias que el pasado me dejó,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;van a ser solo un mal recuerdo y no mi sol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dormí sin cuentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;comí las sobras de padres lentos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y madres sordas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aprendí así, a no querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y a mentir para pasarla bien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-1057353687567948081?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1057353687567948081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=1057353687567948081' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1057353687567948081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/1057353687567948081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-gritar-pero-el-dolor-callo-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTpgLCXaxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aPRCrUbwRIE/s72-c/06-12-08_1938+-+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-8382401033813234653</id><published>2009-02-12T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:23:02.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlaUPRGWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yTwdbELD3Ko/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCAZMAR3V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302114901594020194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlaUPRGWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yTwdbELD3Ko/s320/GetAttachmentCAZMAR3V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlaS-gRyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/i_bRuewJTUc/s1600-h/27+-+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302114901255276322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlaS-gRyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/i_bRuewJTUc/s320/27+-+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlaHQ3deI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5yh-hnbPh3I/s1600-h/gfsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302114898111067618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlaHQ3deI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5yh-hnbPh3I/s320/gfsd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlaBbve7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/EXqu3J73-r8/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCAAPEKZ6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302114896546069426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlaBbve7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/EXqu3J73-r8/s320/GetAttachmentCAAPEKZ6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlZ7IBVtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lyRIPvqFkLU/s1600-h/n1140916191_265702_8082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302114894852740818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTlZ7IBVtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lyRIPvqFkLU/s320/n1140916191_265702_8082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Y como puedo aceptar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Y como puedo sentir que ya no hay mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SI EN LO UNICO QUE PIENSO ES EN USTEDES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Juan,Azu,Flor,Papel,Joha,Petii,Ian♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-8382401033813234653?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8382401033813234653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=8382401033813234653' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-3654205997126356659</id><published>2009-02-12T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:07:14.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTjJT9fnjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WEU6WoBYsFE/s1600-h/1231637944136_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302112410438442546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTjJT9fnjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WEU6WoBYsFE/s320/1231637944136_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable quitarle a mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;las ganas de llorar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estoy muriendo por tenerte aqui,&lt;br /&gt;para mi ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-3654205997126356659?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3654205997126356659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=3654205997126356659' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3654205997126356659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3654205997126356659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/inevitable-quitarle-mi-cuerpo-las-ganas.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SZTjJT9fnjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WEU6WoBYsFE/s72-c/1231637944136_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-5761988860784435800</id><published>2009-02-06T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:26:34.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYz-x1XlkDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X_Zm0slSp80/s1600-h/20-12-2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299890993601286194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYz-x1XlkDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X_Zm0slSp80/s320/20-12-2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;El sólo el saber que lo nuestro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;se puede terminar porque simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;y sencillamente nunca he sabido actuar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Y sé que mueres por mi vives por mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;y nunca me has dejado atrás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;aunque sabes que a veces yo soy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;sólo miedo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Pero vives en mi junto a mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;en mi interior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;en este corazón confundido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;por eso te pido por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Enséñame a quererte un poco más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;y a sentir contigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;el amor que tu me das, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;desvanece el frío quiero verte ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enséñame a quererte un poco más&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;y a vivir contigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;que no aguanto la ansiedad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;de saberte mío &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;quiero ir donde vas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lejos de pensar que me estoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;haciendo mal tengo que reconocer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;que todo ésto me ha salido mal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Por eso voy a aprender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;voy a vivir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;voy a abrazarte más y más y no quiero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;y no debo, y no puedo dejar de verte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Porque vives en mi, junto a mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;en mi interior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;en este corazón confundido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYz-x1XlkDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X_Zm0slSp80/s72-c/20-12-2008+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-3160958110983385881</id><published>2009-02-02T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:12:42.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYe1Ure8fdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mA1a9hwfJss/s1600-h/20-12-2008+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298402853499207122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYey7lhYPYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W3ZFewas8J0/s1600-h/20-12-2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298400223378816386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYey7lhYPYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W3ZFewas8J0/s320/20-12-2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYey0cKYpHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mdk46l6sVCM/s1600-h/20-12-2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298400100607370354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYey0cKYpHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mdk46l6sVCM/s320/20-12-2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYeys6EH3rI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1RzvYi69vxk/s1600-h/20-12-2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298399971195215538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYeys6EH3rI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1RzvYi69vxk/s320/20-12-2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYex2GuVNbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A6SjIEBXII0/s1600-h/20-12-2008+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SYe1Ure8fdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mA1a9hwfJss/s72-c/20-12-2008+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-8874652291257671524</id><published>2009-01-13T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:33:04.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SW1WQ8vW79I/AAAAAAAAAHE/chcnq629Qs8/s1600-h/P5040111.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivir sin ti es posible sin mayor dificultad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo porque me despierto,como, salgo y duermo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque juego al domino,porque ha dicho mi doctor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;despues de tomarme el pulso que mis signos vitales &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anuncian que estoy vivo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo porque aun respiro y porque salgo a caminar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo porque así es la vida aunque hay que mencionar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que vivir no es estar vivo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;vivir para mi eres tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivir sin ti es posible &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;sin mayor dificultad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo porque tengo un nombre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;un número de cuenta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y mi carnet electoral, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo porque así le llaman a ese combustible absurdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de moverse por ahí, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo como lo hacen todos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo porque algunos creen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;que es abrir los ojos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;vivo aunque me muero a diario &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;porque tu ya no estas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y vivir no es estar vivo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivir para mi eres tu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo sin ningun problema &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;aunque cada instante &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;muere sin valer la pena, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo porque sobrevivo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque aunque no quiera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;tengo que cargar conmigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo aunque le tengo miedo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;a vivir muriendo a morir en vida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivir sin ti es posible &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;sin mayor dificultad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo porque se hace facil &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;respirar el aire &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;y devolver las obras, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo porque no hay manera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de negar que existo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;por ponerle un nombre, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo por inercia absurda, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo aunque no tengo ganas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;de añadirme a todos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivo aunque me muero a diario &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;por que tu ya no estas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;y vivir no es estar vivo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;vivir para mi eres tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-8874652291257671524?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8874652291257671524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-3291897881531132010</id><published>2008-12-05T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:49:38.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STlbh6afyII/AAAAAAAAAGw/JJE6BjqRG2c/s1600-h/24-11-08_1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276349076615448706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STlbh6afyII/AAAAAAAAAGw/JJE6BjqRG2c/s320/24-11-08_1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;estan presentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amigas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;siempre estan en mì,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;pues todo mi mundo gira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;sòlo en torno a ustedes.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-3291897881531132010?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STlbh6afyII/AAAAAAAAAGw/JJE6BjqRG2c/s72-c/24-11-08_1655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-2852467307335979323</id><published>2008-12-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:15:20.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcTAqW-42I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3Ygw6To0FKc/s1600-h/14-11-08_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275706390579438434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcTAqW-42I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3Ygw6To0FKc/s320/14-11-08_1915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcRPcZ0JjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oTmKQrvVriI/s1600-h/16-11-08_1718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eres la voz en mi, la que me cuida noche y dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eres la razón de mi existir y de mi felicidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;necesito encontarte y decirte lo mucho que te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-2852467307335979323?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcTAqW-42I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3Ygw6To0FKc/s72-c/14-11-08_1915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-7554120927555713363</id><published>2008-12-03T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:24:39.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcPh0T47kI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fsgVX_4MLlc/s1600-h/28-11-08_1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702562139991618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcPh0T47kI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fsgVX_4MLlc/s320/28-11-08_1251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcNpBXR36I/AAAAAAAAAGA/XJLWmT9o4P8/s1600-h/25-10-08_2212+-+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;talvez nunca seré lo que tu necesitas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;talvez nunca podras entenderme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;talvez deba darte tiempo, esperar ese momento en que al fin nos coincida el amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-7554120927555713363?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcPh0T47kI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fsgVX_4MLlc/s72-c/28-11-08_1251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-982009831342216153</id><published>2008-12-03T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:47:18.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcLhiqaysI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qk-8ZibwPN4/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275698159356136130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcLhiqaysI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qk-8ZibwPN4/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sexiii jaja te quiero petiii ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-982009831342216153?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/982009831342216153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=982009831342216153' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/982009831342216153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/982009831342216153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/12/hola-soy-abii-y-soy-sesii.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcLhiqaysI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qk-8ZibwPN4/s72-c/Imagen+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-5666097247461542201</id><published>2008-12-03T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:40:09.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcKpTCzBrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RcSOpFClp24/s1600-h/30-11-08_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697193090746034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcKpTCzBrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RcSOpFClp24/s320/30-11-08_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcJ-D7W_RI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RU05ORMwv6w/s1600-h/30-11-08_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Flor, Abii, Salo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcJ-FIia0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cBP-sENi3FY/s1600-h/30-11-08_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-5666097247461542201?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5666097247461542201/comments/default' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/STcIrCJCJKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z4Li7Nf2EX4/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCA3R63Q9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-7082530137034491823?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7082530137034491823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=7082530137034491823' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7082530137034491823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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23 dias (u)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS2IznwEARI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PLs3eoDAgAE/s1600-h/20080207170429-ojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273021159145996562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS2IznwEARI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PLs3eoDAgAE/s320/20080207170429-ojos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Es tanto el dolor que siento dentro cuando al verte pasar ni siquieras volteas tu mirada hacia mi, me hace sentir que en tu vida nada fui, apesar de que nunca supimos porque tanto dolor nos tubimos que hacer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quizas tendria que hacer lo mismo que vos asi tal vez podria olvidar este amargo y frio sentimiento, pero se me hace muy dificil lograrlo porque tu fuiste un sosten muy importante en mi vida y no tenerte en estos momentos ,con los cuales soñe que pasariamos juntas, me quiebra en mil pedazos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pero ya es tiempo de dejar atraz esta etapa y comenzar con una nueva...dejare atras los malos recuerdos, las lagrimas caidas, y todo el mal que nos hallamos hecho, y comenzare mi nueva etapa recordando lo mucho que te ame, la confianza que deposite en ti y tu en mi, los abrazos que nos dimos, las largas charlas, las mejores noches juntas,las risas,y por sobre todo los te quiero y te amo que nunca nunca pero nunca pude olvidar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;te quise, te quiero y te querre por siempre pero ya es tiempo de volver a empezar con una sonrisa y no con una lagrima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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(u)'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS2IznwEARI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PLs3eoDAgAE/s72-c/20080207170429-ojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-7221227918588818066</id><published>2008-11-26T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:57:19.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1xFvC775I/AAAAAAAAAEU/fEB7X0YU4Ew/s1600-h/DSCN1842+-+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272995082062786450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1xFvC775I/AAAAAAAAAEU/fEB7X0YU4Ew/s320/DSCN1842+-+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yo soy tu gatita, tu gatita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;así que explota como dinamita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;soy gata y araña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;aráñame el corazón ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-7221227918588818066?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7221227918588818066/comments/default' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1xFvC775I/AAAAAAAAAEU/fEB7X0YU4Ew/s72-c/DSCN1842+-+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-9128076127027581874</id><published>2008-11-26T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:25:48.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1Zw-buazI/AAAAAAAAAEM/763QzTiwJ44/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCA64WN27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272969436648598322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1Zw-buazI/AAAAAAAAAEM/763QzTiwJ44/s320/GetAttachmentCA64WN27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;te quiero mucho Juan y te voy a extrañar más ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-9128076127027581874?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9128076127027581874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=9128076127027581874' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/9128076127027581874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/9128076127027581874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/nonono-te-vallas-espaa-quedateee-aca.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1Zw-buazI/AAAAAAAAAEM/763QzTiwJ44/s72-c/GetAttachmentCA64WN27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-953272397248253965</id><published>2008-11-26T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:11:10.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1Y83QlFxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/olOFP-l04QQ/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCAWJBDYJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272968541369603858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1Y83QlFxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/olOFP-l04QQ/s320/GetAttachmentCAWJBDYJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-953272397248253965?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/953272397248253965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=953272397248253965' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/953272397248253965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/953272397248253965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1Y83QlFxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/olOFP-l04QQ/s72-c/GetAttachmentCAWJBDYJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-3487246204043010478</id><published>2008-11-26T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:07:39.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1X5qt2XsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6tB54jVdalM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272967386951474882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1X5qt2XsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6tB54jVdalM/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;somos tu y yo hasta el final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nada ni nadie nos separara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;somos tu y yo hasta el final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;el tiempo nunca nos cambiara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;somos tu yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-3487246204043010478?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3487246204043010478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=3487246204043010478' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3487246204043010478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3487246204043010478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/somos-tu-y-yo-hasta-el-final-nada-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SS1X5qt2XsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6tB54jVdalM/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-8259629292744465373</id><published>2008-11-20T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:22:32.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSX_Oy7oOLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3oIpRqxar6M/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCA114YOB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270899568562157746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSX_Oy7oOLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3oIpRqxar6M/s320/GetAttachmentCA114YOB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSXvtLX2ISI/AAAAAAAAADo/IoaRQM-5-C4/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCAOMAQ7Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenerte es brotar del fondo de la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;Conspirar contra el destino que las Moiras me escribieron,&lt;br /&gt;Es ser invisible en la noche de flores amarillas,&lt;br /&gt;Grano de arena perdido entre la lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;Tenerte es luchar batallas que el mundo ha inventado,&lt;br /&gt;Borrarlo todo y ser desierto,&lt;br /&gt;Es cortar el hilo azul que me llevaba hacia la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;Bañarme en manantiales de belleza.&lt;br /&gt;Tenerte es ser de nuevo una promesa,&lt;br /&gt;Vivir y sonreír y ser humano,&lt;br /&gt;Despertar con el cielo protegiendo mis secretos&lt;br /&gt;Y dormir con tu piel soñando versos.&lt;br /&gt;Amarte es ser promesa de lo eterno…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;te amo flor, sos todo para mi amiga ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-8259629292744465373?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8259629292744465373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=8259629292744465373' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8259629292744465373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8259629292744465373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/tenerte-es-brotar-del-fondo-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSX_Oy7oOLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3oIpRqxar6M/s72-c/GetAttachmentCA114YOB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-7436341361571598677</id><published>2008-11-17T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:28:14.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSHvwpQDLxI/AAAAAAAAADg/QXyY75IL9Mo/s1600-h/rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269756657986121490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSHvwpQDLxI/AAAAAAAAADg/QXyY75IL9Mo/s320/rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busco sutilmente las palabras&lt;br /&gt;que ahora me esquivan y se esconden,&lt;br /&gt;cuando mas las necesito&lt;br /&gt;se retuercen y dan golpes.&lt;br /&gt;Me gritan sigilosas,&lt;br /&gt;ocultas en la noche,&lt;br /&gt;piden justicia,&lt;br /&gt;no quieren que las nombre.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a veces no hay manera&lt;br /&gt;de pedir un sutil perdón,&lt;br /&gt;y quizá porque no es necesario,&lt;br /&gt;y lo comprende tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;y hasta este estúpido delirio&lt;br /&gt;que ha perdido la razón&lt;br /&gt;porque ahora te reconozco…&lt;br /&gt;poeta, amigo, y también soñador&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera volver a nuestras horas&lt;br /&gt;pero he sido yo quien se ha ido&lt;br /&gt;por eso ahogo de mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;momentos que no he tenido&lt;br /&gt;y en mi caudal un sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;que no me pertenece&lt;br /&gt;y un dolor que si es mío,&lt;br /&gt;y que hoy se desvanece…&lt;br /&gt;…vuelvo yo a tu río&lt;br /&gt;que me envuelve y mece.&lt;br /&gt;Pues aun es breve el frío&lt;br /&gt;nuestro cariño permanece tibio,&lt;br /&gt;ha sido solo el silencio&lt;br /&gt;que nos ha fortalecido&lt;br /&gt;como llena la mas dulce melodía&lt;br /&gt;un espacio de vacío.&lt;br /&gt;Compartiré contigo&lt;br /&gt;amistades y caprichos&lt;br /&gt;juegos llenos de risas&lt;br /&gt;como si nunca…&lt;br /&gt;…me hubiese ido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te quiero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-7436341361571598677?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7436341361571598677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=7436341361571598677' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7436341361571598677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7436341361571598677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/busco-sutilmente-las-palabras-que-ahora.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSHvwpQDLxI/AAAAAAAAADg/QXyY75IL9Mo/s72-c/rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-8856455156280431592</id><published>2008-11-17T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:12:43.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esas Mentiras Tuyas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSHr10k30fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0Re7UWdtOaU/s1600-h/mujer_llorando%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269752348879081970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSHr10k30fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0Re7UWdtOaU/s320/mujer_llorando%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Me mientes cuando dices que me quieres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las caricias que me ofreces son fingidas,&lt;br /&gt;se que mientes cuando afirmas que me extrañas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y los besos que me das son de mentira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-8856455156280431592?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8856455156280431592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=8856455156280431592' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8856455156280431592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8856455156280431592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/esas-mentiras-tuyas.html' title='Esas Mentiras Tuyas'/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSHr10k30fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0Re7UWdtOaU/s72-c/mujer_llorando%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-938622775217295876</id><published>2008-11-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:02:52.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSHp6-oQnrI/AAAAAAAAADI/Lz12HrPf6eM/s1600-h/1224770668966_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269750238453735090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSHp6-oQnrI/AAAAAAAAADI/Lz12HrPf6eM/s320/1224770668966_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-938622775217295876?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/938622775217295876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=938622775217295876' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/938622775217295876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/938622775217295876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SSHp6-oQnrI/AAAAAAAAADI/Lz12HrPf6eM/s72-c/1224770668966_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-4958700906436789867</id><published>2008-11-08T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:26:25.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SRX151CTXxI/AAAAAAAAACA/YioTU4jYAuY/s1600-h/1223570240339_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266385713117749010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SRX151CTXxI/AAAAAAAAACA/YioTU4jYAuY/s320/1223570240339_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SRX0Rw1hKOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qV6UpbHlQYQ/s1600-h/1223570240339_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SRXzlPxH3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/bID6_j4shc4/s1600-h/1224973985469_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunque las puertas se cierren &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;aunque no me sienta bien &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunque el tiempo pegue fuerte, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se que voy a estar de pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-4958700906436789867?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4958700906436789867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=4958700906436789867' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4958700906436789867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/4958700906436789867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/aunque-las-puertas-se-cierren-aunque-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SRX151CTXxI/AAAAAAAAACA/YioTU4jYAuY/s72-c/1223570240339_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-7697466203373999185</id><published>2008-11-05T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:13:42.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265160079266216834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SRGbMjI6-4I/AAAAAAAAABo/ls60adIn3vE/s320/1211228865_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mi Corazón de Melón...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Te Amo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-7697466203373999185?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7697466203373999185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=7697466203373999185' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7697466203373999185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7697466203373999185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/mi-enana-hermosa-utue-uaumo.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SRGbMjI6-4I/AAAAAAAAABo/ls60adIn3vE/s72-c/1211228865_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-8275573771555846093</id><published>2008-11-03T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:07:50.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ-BBbT0HgI/AAAAAAAAABY/-SfIWOLhpxk/s1600-h/enamorarse+-+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264568350930116098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ-BBbT0HgI/AAAAAAAAABY/-SfIWOLhpxk/s320/enamorarse+-+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Take my hand my love ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-8275573771555846093?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8275573771555846093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=8275573771555846093' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8275573771555846093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/8275573771555846093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-my-hand-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ-BBbT0HgI/AAAAAAAAABY/-SfIWOLhpxk/s72-c/enamorarse+-+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-7863650048601828036</id><published>2008-11-03T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:51:58.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ-AEFpNF_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/356LkBTrNKY/s1600-h/06+-+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264567297142233074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ-AEFpNF_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/356LkBTrNKY/s320/06+-+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En santa con las chicas :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-7863650048601828036?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7863650048601828036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=7863650048601828036' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7863650048601828036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/7863650048601828036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/en-santa-con-las-chicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ-AEFpNF_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/356LkBTrNKY/s72-c/06+-+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630626646672709908.post-3025641144104078482</id><published>2008-11-03T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:22:06.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ95Xs4uYgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SHE6xVSxlbU/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264559937512432130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ95Xs4uYgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SHE6xVSxlbU/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Con ustedes aprendi que existen nuevas y mejores emociones,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Con ustedes aprendi a conocer un mundo nuevo de ilusiones, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;y aprendi que su presencia no la cambio por ninguna ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/630626646672709908-3025641144104078482?l=sometimesistrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3025641144104078482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=630626646672709908&amp;postID=3025641144104078482' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3025641144104078482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/630626646672709908/posts/default/3025641144104078482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimesistrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/con-ustedes-aprendi-que-existen-nuevas.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202084934191250767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ96nMwLxmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aqsEYW11PRs/S220/25-10-08_2211+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MWkoLA0weQY/SQ95Xs4uYgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/SHE6xVSxlbU/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
