tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10171434638772521722011-04-21T22:09:37.643-07:00s a n d i amaniconfitadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17989067607445348849noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017143463877252172.post-3091032608279232212007-12-14T13:40:00.000-08:002007-12-14T13:45:23.046-08:00<strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3iaLPj_apSA/R2L49P2DyvI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qnc9Sf8QxJI/s1600-h/5122519-sm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143947455519509234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3iaLPj_apSA/R2L49P2DyvI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qnc9Sf8QxJI/s400/5122519-sm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/cuandorespiro"></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"><strong>ayer sembre mis lagrimas <span style="color:#cc9933;">en </span></strong></span><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong> tu <span style="color:#6600cc;">jardin</span><br /></strong></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017143463877252172-309103260827923221?l=loquetusojosven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maniconfitadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17989067607445348849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017143463877252172.post-88287658079281460662007-12-14T13:24:00.000-08:002007-12-14T13:32:01.317-08:00<span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;">" un dia el amor le pregunto a la amistad"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">¿por que existes tu si estoy yo ?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;">y esta le dijo :</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;">por que yo llebo una sonrriza donde tu dejaste</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;">una lagrima</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017143463877252172-8828765807928146066?l=loquetusojosven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maniconfitadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17989067607445348849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017143463877252172.post-61476373816318003182007-12-14T13:14:00.000-08:002007-12-14T13:24:27.504-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;">sentimientos de <span style="color:#ff0000;">amor</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;">pensamientos del <span style="color:#ff0000;">corazon</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">palbras sin aliento</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">respiros con pasion</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">dolores que matan</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">amores perdidos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">sentimientos en el viento</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;">sin razon y con senti miento</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017143463877252172-6147637381631800318?l=loquetusojosven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maniconfitadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17989067607445348849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017143463877252172.post-63882467984337430472007-12-07T16:58:00.000-08:002007-12-07T17:04:40.727-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3iaLPj_apSA/R1nsmq6zYEI/AAAAAAAAABA/atHxoK9vpFk/s1600-h/20070426225041-pizarra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141400598720241730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3iaLPj_apSA/R1nsmq6zYEI/AAAAAAAAABA/atHxoK9vpFk/s320/20070426225041-pizarra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> prometer iluciones se hacen...pensar...en que sera? ilucion de ver lo prometido de disfrutar... vivir pensar i sentir dentro de mi<span style="color:#ffcc00;"> la ilucion me revive me transforma me apaciona...vivirla y sentirla dentro de mi....</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;">personas prometen pero no cumplen ...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017143463877252172-6388246798433743047?l=loquetusojosven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maniconfitadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17989067607445348849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017143463877252172.post-21759375952426858512007-12-07T09:25:00.001-08:002007-12-07T09:29:39.910-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3iaLPj_apSA/R1mCHK6zYDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UAwNy9miNoQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141283509321818162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3iaLPj_apSA/R1mCHK6zYDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UAwNy9miNoQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/cuandorespiro"></a><span style="font-family:arial;">sacando flores amarillas,de un campo tradicional...sacndo petalo a petalo designando a cada petalo una frase, frase q en cada desojar significa algo para mi,insignificante,inutil,sutil pero necesario...sin mayor pensamiento y remordimiento,sin culpa ni conpacion ... es una simple flor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">esperando el momento del dicho inesperado que decide darme la flor... un te kero?...mucho?...pokito? o nada !!....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017143463877252172-2175937595242685851?l=loquetusojosven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maniconfitadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17989067607445348849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017143463877252172.post-12893880794779127812007-11-30T12:58:00.000-08:002007-11-30T13:08:52.321-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3iaLPj_apSA/R1B6rK6zYAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3YMgHOQJfrc/s1600-R/Antigua%20calle%20de%20la%20Terciajpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138742056913690626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3iaLPj_apSA/R1B6rK6zYAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FakWGaObiRs/s320/Antigua%2520calle%2520de%2520la%2520Terciajpg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/cuandorespiro"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.blogger.com/cuandorespiro" border="0" /></a><br /><div>caminando por la calle ya no es lo mismo siempre viendo gente extraña seres que te miran sin razon ii boltean a mirar tu rostro ... ya no es lo mismo una sonrriza en la cara..</div><div>ya no es lo mismo mirar las mismas caras...</div><div>ya no tiene sentido sentir... lo que nunca quise sentir ... ni dar palabras sin explicacion un mundo distintos se ve en mis ojos ... perfiles sucios y caras manchadas ... rostros sin exprecion y sonrizas sin revulelo...</div><div>el viento ya no me dice lo mismo y mis palabras se acoplan cada palabra cada sentido del mundo</div><div>ver ya no es ver y sentir no es lo mismo.♥</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017143463877252172-1289388079477912781?l=loquetusojosven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>maniconfitadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17989067607445348849noreply@blogger.com1