tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293196752012-02-16T08:06:43.229-06:00Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16133944820967315636noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29319675.post-72760760284162252007-04-23T20:28:00.000-05:002007-04-23T20:57:56.944-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1euqIh_eI/AAAAAAAAABk/-FlbdqXq-go/s1600-h/S.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056802112283999714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="148" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1euqIh_eI/AAAAAAAAABk/-FlbdqXq-go/s200/S.jpg" width="145" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em>alir al sol, quitarse lo zapatos, luego las calcetas, subirse un poco el pantalón…hasta los tobillos para ser exactos y caminar descalzos sobre el <span style="color:#000000;">verde pasto</span> recién regado.<br /></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em><br /></em><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1fQaIh_fI/AAAAAAAAABs/XRI8uERHzqs/s1600-h/L.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056802692104584690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1fQaIh_fI/AAAAAAAAABs/XRI8uERHzqs/s200/L.jpg" border="0" /></em></a></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em>legar a casa y aventar las cosas, prepararse un rico plato, disfrutarlo mientras recuerdas fragmentos de la infancia, dormir “media hora” y ser despertado por el ruido de las <span style="color:#000000;">gotas tocando tu ventana</span>, sentir como resbalan sobre tu cara.<br /></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em><br /></em><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1fQaIh_gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/55fLjM7Wf0E/s1600-h/I.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056802692104584706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1fQaIh_gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/55fLjM7Wf0E/s200/I.jpg" border="0" /></em></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em>niciar sesión y esconderte tras un botón, abrir una mágica ventana y descubrir que algo escrito dice <span style="color:#000000;">“te quiero”,</span> encontrar una razón…”no siempre hay una razón para tener un sentimiento hacia alguien”, bueno, de aceptarlo a mentirme… prefiero la aceptación.<br /></em></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em><div><br /></em><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1fuKIh_hI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TdvXkbsYQPc/s1600-h/E.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056803203205692946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1fuKIh_hI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TdvXkbsYQPc/s200/E.jpg" border="0" /></em></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em>scuchar el ritmo del silencio, a veces <strong><span style="color:#000000;">rudo</span></strong>, a veces tan dramático, a veces tan tranquilo, visualizar colores y averiguar que el <span style="color:#330099;">azul </span>no es mas que un color que trasmite la verdad, ya sea buena ,triste o cruel.<br /></em></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em><div><br /></em><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1fvaIh_iI/AAAAAAAAACE/3W7ZcJjCr1w/s1600-h/S.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056803224680529442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="136" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1fvaIh_iI/AAAAAAAAACE/3W7ZcJjCr1w/s200/S.jpg" width="142" border="0" /></em></a></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em>entarse en el rincón sobre un sillón, con forro</em> <em><span style="color:#990000;">rojo de terciopelo</span></em> <em>y detalles tallados en madera, subir los pies descalzos, recoger unas letras y <strong><span style="color:#000000;">prender una estrella</span></strong>.<br /></em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1gSqIh_kI/AAAAAAAAACU/ylEOIJuo0Cs/s1600-h/Q.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056803830270918210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="143" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1gSqIh_kI/AAAAAAAAACU/ylEOIJuo0Cs/s200/Q.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></em></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em>uitarse el pantalón, <span style="color:#000000;"><strong>desabotonarse </strong></span>por completo una blusa, abrir una ventana, oler la soledad y dejarse caer sobre miles de cojines, disfrutar con la piel la textura del petate.<br /></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em><br /></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1gSqIh_jI/AAAAAAAAACM/KOR4k4zRG1Q/s1600-h/A.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056803830270918194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1gSqIh_jI/AAAAAAAAACM/KOR4k4zRG1Q/s200/A.jpg" border="0" /></em></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><em>pagar las luces, serrar los ojos, humedecer mis labios, sentir la caricia de un gato, extender los brazos… </em></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"><br /><div><em>…si alguien tocase de <strong><span style="color:#000000;">mas</span></strong>. </em></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056804397206601298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__A-JeCJMcqQ/Ri1gzqIh_lI/AAAAAAAAACc/MD7blI5ltaY/s320/Rogers2.gif" border="0" /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;">Image´s: La web, modificadas por Me.</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;">Listening: Last Song - Gackt</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29319675-7276076028416225?l=fishoboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Caryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16133944820967315636noreply@blogger.com4