<?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-2935585668870802430</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:05:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psicotica</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-5186103846644078465</id><published>2009-11-17T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:15:44.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SwNlXsaaMAI/AAAAAAAABGA/EZu1erZ-2IM/s1600/S4024122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SwNlXsaaMAI/AAAAAAAABGA/EZu1erZ-2IM/s400/S4024122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405275435508051970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, tahoma, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Si ya no te sirvo matame, pero no confundas el amor con una estúpida obcesion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-5186103846644078465?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/5186103846644078465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-ya-no-te-sirvo-matame-pero-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5186103846644078465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5186103846644078465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-ya-no-te-sirvo-matame-pero-no.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SwNlXsaaMAI/AAAAAAAABGA/EZu1erZ-2IM/s72-c/S4024122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1315349843389379463</id><published>2009-11-17T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:47:07.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SwNgFyPVv5I/AAAAAAAABF4/_8WYz7MyJPI/s1600/OgAAAEeQzNEUkIQU4wwEXVl10xV1wPSXM0OE7i9hOvb-6g2U0y2B2u8k9vVy9f6Zl5xfR81BNVYGwbBgX4ajDK2I54oAm1T1UCwKFfIW-9RNdRih4S5HYCwpvJG-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SwNgFyPVv5I/AAAAAAAABF4/_8WYz7MyJPI/s400/OgAAAEeQzNEUkIQU4wwEXVl10xV1wPSXM0OE7i9hOvb-6g2U0y2B2u8k9vVy9f6Zl5xfR81BNVYGwbBgX4ajDK2I54oAm1T1UCwKFfIW-9RNdRih4S5HYCwpvJG-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405269630276452242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Llega el Domingo voy a ver al Campeón, River vos sos mi locura... llevo los trapos para alentarte a vos, me chupa un huevo la yuta... yo soy de River porque tenemo aguante, no como boca son todos vigilantes... esta tribuna los 90 minutos no para de alentarte!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2935585668870802430-1315349843389379463?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1315349843389379463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/11/llega-el-domingo-voy-ver-al-campeon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1315349843389379463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1315349843389379463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/11/llega-el-domingo-voy-ver-al-campeon.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SwNgFyPVv5I/AAAAAAAABF4/_8WYz7MyJPI/s72-c/OgAAAEeQzNEUkIQU4wwEXVl10xV1wPSXM0OE7i9hOvb-6g2U0y2B2u8k9vVy9f6Zl5xfR81BNVYGwbBgX4ajDK2I54oAm1T1UCwKFfIW-9RNdRih4S5HYCwpvJG-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-221554856289295470</id><published>2009-10-18T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:19:02.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creer que por &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; dejamos de ser &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-221554856289295470?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/221554856289295470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/creer-que-por-amor-dejamos-de-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/221554856289295470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/221554856289295470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/creer-que-por-amor-dejamos-de-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-5085250729946338340</id><published>2009-10-18T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:40:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StvDbWrTruI/AAAAAAAABEw/WsvCnApsrvo/s1600-h/OgAAAL6pEsYTDV7j7U3DDdfLGxVHVtCDVUcB7a87wqqMdnlsAvgd6YV082QMifMBCiUl8i42J1tR4JrQ324lgpWZRQoAm1T1UG9XKAOvz1wbVIbQDC0Ini9bng8O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StvDbWrTruI/AAAAAAAABEw/WsvCnApsrvo/s400/OgAAAL6pEsYTDV7j7U3DDdfLGxVHVtCDVUcB7a87wqqMdnlsAvgd6YV082QMifMBCiUl8i42J1tR4JrQ324lgpWZRQoAm1T1UG9XKAOvz1wbVIbQDC0Ini9bng8O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394119853417410274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No sé cuantas cosas se pueden encontrar en el ojo izquierdo de una persona, pero sé que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;en tus labios yo pude encontrar amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sin fin, y me hizo enloquecer. No sé cuantas rosas te habrán regalado ya, pero tengo todavía la esperanza de saber que de todas esas rosas que te dieron ninguna fue de papel. Y te condena mi celoso corazón cuando le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contás&lt;/span&gt; tu historia, nunca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conoció&lt;/span&gt; la gloria en cuestiones del amor. Y sé que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nunca se me va a olvidar tu voz aunque pierda la memoria, con acercarse a la victoria se conforma un perdedor. Y te tendré que dejar escapar, sé que lo voy a lamentar, pero te digo, amor, hay que saber cuando parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No te pongas triste, corazón, que el sol no va a brillar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quedate&lt;/span&gt; tranquila que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;va a haber tiempo para bailar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No sé cuantos ángeles te quieren ayudar pero tengo la esperanza que ninguno va a poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;desnudarte, no de cuerpo sino de alma, disfrutar ese placer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y la verdad no sé bien a qué tengo miedo, nunca fui mucho de apostar, una corazonada me dice que es hora de pagar. Y lo peor es que estos días ando seco, no tengo un peso para dar, las lágrimas quiero guardarlas para mi juicio final. Y cuando tu cigarro se consuma sin parar siempre mi voz vas a escuchar, y ahí te vas a decir que hay que saber cuando parar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-5085250729946338340?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/5085250729946338340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-se-cuantas-cosas-se-pueden-encontrar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5085250729946338340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5085250729946338340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-se-cuantas-cosas-se-pueden-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StvDbWrTruI/AAAAAAAABEw/WsvCnApsrvo/s72-c/OgAAAL6pEsYTDV7j7U3DDdfLGxVHVtCDVUcB7a87wqqMdnlsAvgd6YV082QMifMBCiUl8i42J1tR4JrQ324lgpWZRQoAm1T1UG9XKAOvz1wbVIbQDC0Ini9bng8O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-6505360169993230642</id><published>2009-10-18T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:26:09.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stu_9mb-_aI/AAAAAAAABEg/H0AVmRwwaa8/s1600-h/OgAAAM_M1Z-eQot9EqqMtdjJGaune24_g4GMP8Q4_GicAmz6NFo_JDoUFN-haf57FnYbTRDzXp8SPwB_Z4tc3lU_Cd0Am1T1UGvRAdD72SSJsLT70BiIGruz3Hw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stu_9mb-_aI/AAAAAAAABEg/H0AVmRwwaa8/s400/OgAAAM_M1Z-eQot9EqqMtdjJGaune24_g4GMP8Q4_GicAmz6NFo_JDoUFN-haf57FnYbTRDzXp8SPwB_Z4tc3lU_Cd0Am1T1UGvRAdD72SSJsLT70BiIGruz3Hw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394116043717148066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Fue imposible sacar tu recuerdo de mi mente; fue imposible olvidar que algún día yo te quise. Tanto tiempo pasó desde el día que te fuiste, alli supe que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;las despedidas son muy triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Nunca me imaginé que un tren se llevara en su viaje&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;aquellas ilusiones que de niños nos juramos, todos tus sentimientos los guardaste en tu equipaje, quisiste consolarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y me dijiste "yo te amo". Desde entonces no supe que sería de tu vida; desde entonces no supe si algún día regresabas, los amigos del pueblo preguntaron si volvías llorando di la espalda, no les supe decir nada. Ayer que regresé a mi pueblo, alguien me dijo que ya te casaste. Mírame y dime si ya me olvidaste, me marcharé con los ojos aguados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Después le pregunté a la luna me dió la espalda e intenta ocultarse, hasta la luna sabe que me amaste; hasta la luna sabe que aun me amas. Y vuela, vuela, por otro rumbo ve y sueña, sueña, que el mundo es tuyo. Tu ya no puedes volar conmigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;aunque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mis sueños se irán contigo. Es tan triste tener que decirte que me olvides, otro amor ha llegado a mi vida y no te quiero. Es muy tarde y no puedo negarte que me muero, pero no callarán mis palabras para decirte que soñaré contigo siempre que cierre mis ojos; y entonaré por tí mis cantos tristes noche a noche; que lloraré sin tí cuando recuerde que estoy sola y al recordar que duermes en los brazos de otra mujer. Me pregunto si aun esperas algo de mi vida, si en tu memoria vive aquel amor de tantos años, aquella mujer que siempre te ha querido desde niña que hoy llora porque el amor de su vida se ha casado. Que triste ver que un tren se aleja y en él se va lo mejor de tu vida dime el motivo de tu despedida por qué te fuiste dejando mil penas? Un día recibí tu carta quise leerla y era una hoja en blanco pues de tu vida nunca supe nada, cómo preguntas si es que aun te amo? ,-&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/2935585668870802430-6505360169993230642?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/6505360169993230642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/fue-imposible-sacar-tu-recuerdo-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6505360169993230642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6505360169993230642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/fue-imposible-sacar-tu-recuerdo-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stu_9mb-_aI/AAAAAAAABEg/H0AVmRwwaa8/s72-c/OgAAAM_M1Z-eQot9EqqMtdjJGaune24_g4GMP8Q4_GicAmz6NFo_JDoUFN-haf57FnYbTRDzXp8SPwB_Z4tc3lU_Cd0Am1T1UGvRAdD72SSJsLT70BiIGruz3Hw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4112328092172672851</id><published>2009-10-18T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:42:03.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stu0eND7_CI/AAAAAAAABEY/1Jf8nW4bDmE/s1600-h/OgAAAPoJLY93tVIr-18ByxcK4CBSaTU7MtqAlFmwYV796w0_upTZCNNDPym92GBxdQi1kA7ljsbT5TIVpakJLy4DO9wAm1T1UJ5da3IJJVNuTwJ7_hshxX6S4CGJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stu0eND7_CI/AAAAAAAABEY/1Jf8nW4bDmE/s400/OgAAAPoJLY93tVIr-18ByxcK4CBSaTU7MtqAlFmwYV796w0_upTZCNNDPym92GBxdQi1kA7ljsbT5TIVpakJLy4DO9wAm1T1UJ5da3IJJVNuTwJ7_hshxX6S4CGJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394103409701551138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Se nos muere el amor, tiene fiebre de frió. Se nos cayó de la cama cuando lo empujó el hastió y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;esta enfermo de muerte el mismo que era tan fuerte, tiene anemia de besos, tiene cancer de olvido y por si fuera poco, tiene ganas de morir. Se nos muere el amor; se nos mueren las ganas, las vemos agonizar convulsionando entre las sábanas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; y no existe un vino tinto que nos reviva el instinto, se nos muere la magia, la pasión, la locura, ay amor traicionero viniste para jorobarnos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yo sobrevivia sin él y él era feliz sin mi. Ay amor con el tiempo te nos has oxidado; ay amor susceptible, ay amor delicado. Ay amor no te mueras, o muerete de un trancazo que no hay peor agonía que la que es de paso en paso. Se nos muere el amor, se acabo la ternura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; y a la libertad, la convertimos en dictadura se contagio de costumbre, le falto fuego a la lumbre, se nos mueren los sueños, los versos, los besos, ay amor implacable yo ya no se que prefiero que me odie de corazón, o que me ame sin amor. Ay amor con el tiempo te nos has oxidado; ay amor susceptible, ay amor delicado. Ay amor no te mueras, o muerete de un trancazo que no hay peor agonía que la que es de paso en paso. Si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; todo era tan bello dime amor que nos pasa, hoy ya no somos ni amigos no cabemos en casa, ay amor tan ingrato quitame solo una duda si eres tu el que te mueres, o soy yo el que te mato&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-4112328092172672851?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4112328092172672851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-nos-muere-el-amor-tiene-fiebre-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4112328092172672851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4112328092172672851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-nos-muere-el-amor-tiene-fiebre-de.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stu0eND7_CI/AAAAAAAABEY/1Jf8nW4bDmE/s72-c/OgAAAPoJLY93tVIr-18ByxcK4CBSaTU7MtqAlFmwYV796w0_upTZCNNDPym92GBxdQi1kA7ljsbT5TIVpakJLy4DO9wAm1T1UJ5da3IJJVNuTwJ7_hshxX6S4CGJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1952738059216403994</id><published>2009-10-18T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:21:42.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stuv9rsy3-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/AJHFy1Jaa70/s1600-h/OgAAAAOzRrhIHrz4KWDaLReIt1avVnrZaE1IjDRWeRpcw2hv4qi9AYr5bnh4V47dlLOQv6B8v8Hd291tnZ9htOryWmIAm1T1UBa38hrTiQ6BDecH6_mIWtoRnFyF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stuv9rsy3-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/AJHFy1Jaa70/s400/OgAAAAOzRrhIHrz4KWDaLReIt1avVnrZaE1IjDRWeRpcw2hv4qi9AYr5bnh4V47dlLOQv6B8v8Hd291tnZ9htOryWmIAm1T1UBa38hrTiQ6BDecH6_mIWtoRnFyF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394098452943790050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Por &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; descubro lo poco que queda de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, si&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;me voy&lt;/span&gt; es por &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;si me quedo es igual; si vivo es que&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;. Cada paso que doy cada pez en el mar, todo tiene sentido por &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;, incluso lo poco que queda de&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;mí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&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/2935585668870802430-1952738059216403994?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1952738059216403994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-ti-descubro-lo-poco-que-queda-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1952738059216403994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1952738059216403994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-ti-descubro-lo-poco-que-queda-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stuv9rsy3-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/AJHFy1Jaa70/s72-c/OgAAAAOzRrhIHrz4KWDaLReIt1avVnrZaE1IjDRWeRpcw2hv4qi9AYr5bnh4V47dlLOQv6B8v8Hd291tnZ9htOryWmIAm1T1UBa38hrTiQ6BDecH6_mIWtoRnFyF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8000895389763470335</id><published>2009-10-17T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:13:27.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StolVufqjLI/AAAAAAAABEI/537eUCU8R9I/s1600-h/OgAAAD9x_YSrtkbN0n-Ea3jVlYLbGajxmaKqQ_3cxlVSYURk273-jN3NAP6cgMTM2hOfI_N4wFFXJxbQghxOAgmMV60Am1T1UEN79iqxReo_1UUugyEX_TXlq8qO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StolVufqjLI/AAAAAAAABEI/537eUCU8R9I/s400/OgAAAD9x_YSrtkbN0n-Ea3jVlYLbGajxmaKqQ_3cxlVSYURk273-jN3NAP6cgMTM2hOfI_N4wFFXJxbQghxOAgmMV60Am1T1UEN79iqxReo_1UUugyEX_TXlq8qO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393664558917913778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;En el día ni lo pensaba y en las noches te soñaba, es tan cierto que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;buscaba alguien como tu que me abrazara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; No sabia que aquí estabas, que a mi lado caminabas solo se que tu mirada hizo que de ti al instante yo me enamorara. Solo un momento se convertirá en una eternidad y cada amanecer sera mejor y el sol saldrá gritando que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;estas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;llenando todo lo que tengo; pintando lo que estoy haciendo de amor y aquí estas y tanta fe que me das, me lleva mucho mas adentro, me hunde en este sentimiento de amor y abrazados tu y yo todo es mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me di cuenta que te amaba cuando vi que te marchabas, solo se que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;al fin llegaste cuando para ser honesta &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ya no te esperaba&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/2935585668870802430-8000895389763470335?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8000895389763470335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-el-dia-ni-lo-pensaba-y-en-las-noches.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8000895389763470335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8000895389763470335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-el-dia-ni-lo-pensaba-y-en-las-noches.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StolVufqjLI/AAAAAAAABEI/537eUCU8R9I/s72-c/OgAAAD9x_YSrtkbN0n-Ea3jVlYLbGajxmaKqQ_3cxlVSYURk273-jN3NAP6cgMTM2hOfI_N4wFFXJxbQghxOAgmMV60Am1T1UEN79iqxReo_1UUugyEX_TXlq8qO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-6400075438836350272</id><published>2009-10-17T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:09:58.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StokfmMQ-_I/AAAAAAAABEA/2O77W4wPx9o/s1600-h/OgAAACvC0co_hvxYfB_wkESfaSupGWBCOWW-F-9OJYr-a-BiYe4P1kicRwyImL5_4GMv6L8OojYffR9WNK90nHf6sQ8Am1T1UG1qzMUZDCg-Hfe1qLXvFahs4e28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StokfmMQ-_I/AAAAAAAABEA/2O77W4wPx9o/s400/OgAAACvC0co_hvxYfB_wkESfaSupGWBCOWW-F-9OJYr-a-BiYe4P1kicRwyImL5_4GMv6L8OojYffR9WNK90nHf6sQ8Am1T1UG1qzMUZDCg-Hfe1qLXvFahs4e28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393663628976126962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres todo lo que pedía, pues mi alma vacía esperaba solo a ti; eres el amor que esperaba, &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo único que faltaba para ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/b&gt; eres todo lo que pedí, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;lo que mi alma vacía quería sentir;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eres lo que tanto esperaba, lo que en sueños buscaba y que en ti descubrí. &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;has llegado a encender cada parte de mi alma, cada espacio de mi ser, ya no tengo corazón ni ojos para nadie solo para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Eres el amor de mi vida, el destino lo sabia y hoy te puso ante mi y cada vez que miro el pasado es que entiendo que a tu lado siempre pertenecí. Tu has llegado a encender cada parte de mi alma, cada espacio de mi ser, ya no tengo corazón ni ojos para nadie solo para ti. Esto es de verdad lo puedo sentir, se que &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mi lugar es junto a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Eres todo lo que pedía, lo que no conocía y que en ti descubrí .,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-6400075438836350272?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/6400075438836350272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/eres-todo-lo-que-pedia-pues-mi-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6400075438836350272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6400075438836350272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/eres-todo-lo-que-pedia-pues-mi-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StokfmMQ-_I/AAAAAAAABEA/2O77W4wPx9o/s72-c/OgAAACvC0co_hvxYfB_wkESfaSupGWBCOWW-F-9OJYr-a-BiYe4P1kicRwyImL5_4GMv6L8OojYffR9WNK90nHf6sQ8Am1T1UG1qzMUZDCg-Hfe1qLXvFahs4e28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4836013777148231220</id><published>2009-10-17T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:57:59.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StohuCW7HRI/AAAAAAAABDw/eW3qki1QbKE/s1600-h/OgAAABQwRMyoZu_2E3K_tN0QDW6MdYgQNZPMR4E6kP1rPTLSxFtQVbjas9cCifJVBOOICCWUt9sxYnjXcJkWprekPqgAm1T1UPkaJtgXhbiifertglFQKpXaQXzg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StohuCW7HRI/AAAAAAAABDw/eW3qki1QbKE/s400/OgAAABQwRMyoZu_2E3K_tN0QDW6MdYgQNZPMR4E6kP1rPTLSxFtQVbjas9cCifJVBOOICCWUt9sxYnjXcJkWprekPqgAm1T1UPkaJtgXhbiifertglFQKpXaQXzg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393660578520309010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aún puedo escucharte reír tímido y decir que te estas enamorando y que en mi vives pensando, y perdida en tus labios yo sentía lo mismo que tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Y ahora aquí sentada sin tus besos, destrozada,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;espero el día para decirte que te amo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;No creo poder dormirme aunque guardo el silencio por no callar lo poco que me queda de ti y sigo aquí sentada con llanto recordando que sólo hace un ratito nos besábamos los dos, pero yo regresare por siempre junto a ti es &lt;/span&gt;que &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;me estoy enamorando y en ti vivo pensando, y perdido en mis labios &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tú sentías lo mismo que yo&lt;/span&gt; ., &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-4836013777148231220?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4836013777148231220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/aun-puedo-escucharte-reir-timido-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4836013777148231220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4836013777148231220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/aun-puedo-escucharte-reir-timido-y.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StohuCW7HRI/AAAAAAAABDw/eW3qki1QbKE/s72-c/OgAAABQwRMyoZu_2E3K_tN0QDW6MdYgQNZPMR4E6kP1rPTLSxFtQVbjas9cCifJVBOOICCWUt9sxYnjXcJkWprekPqgAm1T1UPkaJtgXhbiifertglFQKpXaQXzg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4198167820917412411</id><published>2009-10-17T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:53:51.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StogwmSfN6I/AAAAAAAABDo/1wdzrChn5GE/s1600-h/OgAAAJGQHryNQ_akng1m8oaLBMYR_XyJE6Ihx1QQqdm8umvxeUp6dWzWnvCmnmDHY0KXNcxRJpZc4ccC84Jva9zE-tgAm1T1UBPTVqg7v7zREM3Toj-0xXXKREV9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StogwmSfN6I/AAAAAAAABDo/1wdzrChn5GE/s400/OgAAAJGQHryNQ_akng1m8oaLBMYR_XyJE6Ihx1QQqdm8umvxeUp6dWzWnvCmnmDHY0KXNcxRJpZc4ccC84Jva9zE-tgAm1T1UBPTVqg7v7zREM3Toj-0xXXKREV9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393659523013490594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;En la palestra de desconocidos buscó a su lado el calor y simulando mojarle el oído, le besó el cuello y le dijo. Me gustas tanto, quisiera aprenderme tu nombre; me gustas tanto que no sé por donde voy. Me le acerqué suspicaz y le tendí un anzuelo, vamos a fumar un porro ahí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me gusta verte reír, me gusta tanto tu coqueteo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; me gustas tanto quisiera aprenderme tu nombre me gustas tanto que no sé por donde voy. Tengo una idea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no me hables de ti y mucho menos de tu pasado algo en tus labios color carmín sugiere que vayamos al grano.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh! la alegría llegó la alegría llegó y sé que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no dura para siempre.&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/2935585668870802430-4198167820917412411?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4198167820917412411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-la-palestra-de-desconocidos-busco-su.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4198167820917412411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4198167820917412411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-la-palestra-de-desconocidos-busco-su.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StogwmSfN6I/AAAAAAAABDo/1wdzrChn5GE/s72-c/OgAAAJGQHryNQ_akng1m8oaLBMYR_XyJE6Ihx1QQqdm8umvxeUp6dWzWnvCmnmDHY0KXNcxRJpZc4ccC84Jva9zE-tgAm1T1UBPTVqg7v7zREM3Toj-0xXXKREV9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4484183896547897913</id><published>2009-10-17T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:51:13.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Si me pudieran dar a elegir como y donde yo quisiera morir, contestaria acostado; feliz de estar a tu lado; victima de un sexo exagerado; sonriendo; mirando el techo con tu cabeza en mi pecho. Sabes me cuesta hacer este viaje no, no, no es que no tenga esperanza, yo confio mucho en tu enseñanza, vos confia, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;confia en mi aprendizaje&lt;/span&gt; ,.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-4484183896547897913?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4484183896547897913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-me-pudieran-dar-elegir-como-y-donde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4484183896547897913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4484183896547897913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-me-pudieran-dar-elegir-como-y-donde.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1723204484992088076</id><published>2009-10-17T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:45:56.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me gusta desarmarme arriba tuyo; me gusta demasiado ensuciarte, besar tu flor inmediata; besarte atrás y adelante. Me gusta tanto que me encante que quiero hasta la locura, desarmarme en el vaivén de tu cintura, y remar sobre tu espalda y naufragarte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;Soy tuya con mi mayor convicción; soy tuya con toda la fuerza de mi corazón, que es tuyo y como cada pensamiento mío, es tuyo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;soy tuya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-1723204484992088076?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1723204484992088076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-gusta-desarmarme-arriba-tuyo-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1723204484992088076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1723204484992088076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-gusta-desarmarme-arriba-tuyo-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-3883993831850507216</id><published>2009-10-17T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:45:14.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stoev9M69YI/AAAAAAAABDg/b_M-w8gNRb8/s1600-h/OgAAAM_34sbTsAf7_Oi6zKDy3JyDvTkRpNQbP1NmgVQoZ84If8Nf2aYem4RkLMQD8LW0M9QakOMJNs0pLUOe1kzLfOAAm1T1UAt4MoPgMOR8B-SSGvsAVxO1gnlE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stoev9M69YI/AAAAAAAABDg/b_M-w8gNRb8/s400/OgAAAM_34sbTsAf7_Oi6zKDy3JyDvTkRpNQbP1NmgVQoZ84If8Nf2aYem4RkLMQD8LW0M9QakOMJNs0pLUOe1kzLfOAAm1T1UAt4MoPgMOR8B-SSGvsAVxO1gnlE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393657312961033602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nos&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; besamos&lt;/span&gt; como si nadie existiera, si nadie supo cuidarte aquí estoy yo con mi ilusión y mis heridas de otro amor; si nadie pudo encontrarte en tu rincón aquí estoy yo para cuidarte mientras crezca nuestro amor. Porque vengo perdida hace tiempo y no entiendo la vida si no me miras, tengo las horas contadas en mi corazón que ya&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; no puede mas.&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/2935585668870802430-3883993831850507216?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/3883993831850507216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/nos-besamos-como-si-nadie-existiera-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3883993831850507216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3883993831850507216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/nos-besamos-como-si-nadie-existiera-si.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Stoev9M69YI/AAAAAAAABDg/b_M-w8gNRb8/s72-c/OgAAAM_34sbTsAf7_Oi6zKDy3JyDvTkRpNQbP1NmgVQoZ84If8Nf2aYem4RkLMQD8LW0M9QakOMJNs0pLUOe1kzLfOAAm1T1UAt4MoPgMOR8B-SSGvsAVxO1gnlE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-5618174785317430338</id><published>2009-10-17T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:38:53.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StodDmjF7hI/AAAAAAAABDY/LLMSJEiWo5k/s1600-h/OgAAANc0SiM41Edne-xDcA3ERnPq-0DCnJWKhmeXVvEBbukHA64mk3vVfd-mdIJi5hoxopkVImRl2_Rz6WB7Nx36W4MAm1T1UGTpunhGv3Ho5t8TGRIqMlFgFeeS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StodDmjF7hI/AAAAAAAABDY/LLMSJEiWo5k/s400/OgAAANc0SiM41Edne-xDcA3ERnPq-0DCnJWKhmeXVvEBbukHA64mk3vVfd-mdIJi5hoxopkVImRl2_Rz6WB7Nx36W4MAm1T1UGTpunhGv3Ho5t8TGRIqMlFgFeeS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393655451454139922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo siento que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me provocas, aunque no quieras hacerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Esta grabado en tu boca, a rojo vivo el deseo. Y casi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;puedo tocarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; como una fruta madura, presiento que voy a amarte mas alla de la locura. Voy a comerte el corazon a besos, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;recorrer sin limites tu cuerpo, y por el suelo nuestra ropa, suave gota a gota, voy a emborracharte de pasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Voy a comerte el corazon a besos, a recorrer sin limites tu cuerpo, voy a dejar por tus rincones pajaros y flores, como una semilla de pasion. Ahora te sueltas el pelo, y asi descalza caminas, voy a morder el ansuelo, pues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quiero lo que imaginas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Cuando se cae tu vestido, como una flor por el suelo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;no existe nada prohibido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; entre la tierra y el cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-5618174785317430338?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/5618174785317430338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/yo-siento-que-me-provocas-aunque-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5618174785317430338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5618174785317430338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/yo-siento-que-me-provocas-aunque-no.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StodDmjF7hI/AAAAAAAABDY/LLMSJEiWo5k/s72-c/OgAAANc0SiM41Edne-xDcA3ERnPq-0DCnJWKhmeXVvEBbukHA64mk3vVfd-mdIJi5hoxopkVImRl2_Rz6WB7Nx36W4MAm1T1UGTpunhGv3Ho5t8TGRIqMlFgFeeS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-237204181945862080</id><published>2009-10-17T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:34:48.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StocUGJuRsI/AAAAAAAABDI/QeTApzoDAbs/s1600-h/OgAAACYH1mLy-924N8VwxTFqg50zcdyNmqE42DISpIGv1tpZCmAozV2H3412h1r91ct8xgDxEplyDSAFTYmbHXDu6sMAm1T1UHWetaLbscXr6lhXDMUtwxAIMYJc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StocUGJuRsI/AAAAAAAABDI/QeTApzoDAbs/s400/OgAAACYH1mLy-924N8VwxTFqg50zcdyNmqE42DISpIGv1tpZCmAozV2H3412h1r91ct8xgDxEplyDSAFTYmbHXDu6sMAm1T1UHWetaLbscXr6lhXDMUtwxAIMYJc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393654635303945922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sabes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;no pido nada mas que estar entre tus brazos y huir de todo mal;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; que a todo he renunciado por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;estar junto a ti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Sabes no dejo de pensar que estoy enamorado, te quiero confesar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;soy solo un esclava que no sabe vivir sin ti. Cuando llegaste tu, te metiste en mí ser; encendiste la luz; me llenaste de fe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Tanto tiempo busqué, pero al fin te encontré tan perfecto como te imaginé. Como aguja en un pajar, te busqué sin cesar; como huella en el mar, tan difícil de hallar. Tanto tiempo busqué, pero al fin te encontré tan perfecto como te imaginé. Sabes te quiero confesar que te encuentro irresistible, no dejo de pensar que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;haría lo imposible por quedarme cerca de ti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-237204181945862080?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/237204181945862080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabes-no-pido-nada-mas-que-estar-entre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/237204181945862080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/237204181945862080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabes-no-pido-nada-mas-que-estar-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StocUGJuRsI/AAAAAAAABDI/QeTApzoDAbs/s72-c/OgAAACYH1mLy-924N8VwxTFqg50zcdyNmqE42DISpIGv1tpZCmAozV2H3412h1r91ct8xgDxEplyDSAFTYmbHXDu6sMAm1T1UHWetaLbscXr6lhXDMUtwxAIMYJc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-9155726544891190714</id><published>2009-10-17T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:33:08.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Y ahora dime sólo que estás bien, si alguien te pregunta, .-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;quiéreme, quiéreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.,-Qué me queda en estas manos, para saber querer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;acaríciame, una y otra vez una y otra vez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; .- Y son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;esos ratitos que me das &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;,- en los que es mucho mejor no hacer más fuerza y dejar, que si se va el corazón; que si se va que se vaya, no lo hecharemos en falta, quién puede quererse pensando en el alma. Y.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; para que me quieras te daré un año entero que te haré sólo de primaveras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; ., y lo prenderé en tu pelo con un alfiler; y'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; para que me quieras, te querré&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-., con un cariño que esta vez quiero quedarme niño quiero estar presente, y en mi propia vida . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-9155726544891190714?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/9155726544891190714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-ahora-dime-solo-que-estas-bien-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/9155726544891190714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/9155726544891190714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-ahora-dime-solo-que-estas-bien-si.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1545189006656054675</id><published>2009-10-17T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:25:59.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.Qe hora es?: 04:07 p.m&lt;br /&gt;.Nombre: Fiorella Gala&lt;br /&gt;.Apellido: Spinelli&lt;br /&gt;.Edad: 14&lt;br /&gt;.Fecha de Nacimiento: 21/02/1995&lt;br /&gt;.Signo del zodíaco: Piscis&lt;br /&gt;.Estado civil: Soltera&lt;br /&gt;.Padres: Franco&amp;amp;Claudia&lt;br /&gt;.Hermanos: Vanesa&amp;amp;Flavio&lt;br /&gt;.Mascotas?: Barbie&lt;br /&gt;.En qe año estas?: octavo ( repeti tendria qeestar en noveno :$ )&lt;br /&gt;.Apodos: Fiore, Fio, Fiore, Fiope, Fiori,Spa, Gaturra :$&lt;br /&gt;.Color de cabellos: Rubio oscuro :$&lt;br /&gt;.Color de ojos: Celestes,verdes, o grices :$&lt;br /&gt;.Los ojos de?: mios lejos :$&lt;br /&gt;.¿Tenés algún piercing o tatoo?: nouu&lt;br /&gt;.Una bebida: Sprite, Pepsi, Coca-cola, Jugo, Vodka, Fernet&lt;br /&gt;.Cerveza o vino?: bebeza lejos&lt;br /&gt;.Gaseosa, con o sin hielo?: Con&lt;br /&gt;.Te haz emborrachado?: naa&lt;br /&gt;.Café o té?:  cafesitoooo&lt;br /&gt;.Seven up o Sprite?:  sprite&lt;br /&gt;.Que no te gusta comer?: emm no me sale el nombre&lt;br /&gt;.Una comida: asado&lt;br /&gt;.Un postre: frutillas con crema&lt;br /&gt;.Una golosina : chupetin&lt;br /&gt;.Sabor de helado?:cafe&lt;br /&gt;.Una fruta: frutilla&lt;br /&gt;.Salchichas o hamburguesas?: Hamburguesas&lt;br /&gt;.Restaurante de comida rápida?: macdonald :$&lt;br /&gt;.Una flor: jazmines, o rosas&lt;br /&gt;.Estas enamorada?: nono ,&lt;br /&gt;.Estuviste enamorado anteriormente?: naa&lt;br /&gt;.Tu primer amor fue: el lo sae ;)&lt;br /&gt;.Amaste tanto a alguien como para llorar?: yes&lt;br /&gt;.A quien odias?: a nadie&lt;br /&gt;.Prefieres noviazgo o free: Free&lt;br /&gt;.Tenes novio?: Nou&lt;br /&gt;.Hay alguien enamorado de vos?: ni idea :$&lt;br /&gt;.Un amor imposible: unos cuantosjaja&lt;br /&gt;.Qe es lo primero qe miras en un hombre?: lacarita :$&lt;br /&gt;.Sos feliz?: si&lt;br /&gt;.Que haces si alguien se quiere pasar con tu novio?: la mato!&lt;br /&gt;.El hombre más lindo: muchos&lt;br /&gt;.Amor Platónico?: Rodrigo Guirao Diaz&amp;amp;Benjamin rojas&lt;br /&gt;.La mujer más linda: yo? boe jaja&lt;br /&gt;.Futuro nombre de tu hijo?:  Francisco, matias o federico&lt;br /&gt;.Futuro nombre de tu hija?:  Mia o jesica&lt;br /&gt;.Lo mejor: todo&lt;br /&gt;.Un defecto propio: celossss&lt;br /&gt;.Un deseo: muchos&lt;br /&gt;.Un sueño: tener mis 15 ami manera :$&lt;br /&gt;.Un sueño cumplido:  desfilar&lt;br /&gt;.El día más feliz:  Cuando desfilepor primera vez&lt;br /&gt;.Un buen recuerdo:  el desfile ese el mejor recuerdo♥&lt;br /&gt;.La mayor desilusión:  ni idea&lt;br /&gt;.Que te hace llorar:  las cosas malas :$&lt;br /&gt;.Que te hace reír:  todo jaja&lt;br /&gt;.Que te sensibiliza:  yno se&lt;br /&gt;.Que no perdonaría nunca:  algo feo&lt;br /&gt;.La mejor palabra:  niidea&lt;br /&gt;.La mejor frase:  lo qese va vuelve ;)&lt;br /&gt;.Momento más triste de tu vida: fallecimientos de mis abuelos!&lt;br /&gt;.Momento más humillante:  todos jajaja&lt;br /&gt;.El peor sentimiento del mundo: el odio&lt;br /&gt;.El mejor sentimiento del mundo: el amor&lt;br /&gt;.Juego de mesa preferido?:  ajedrez jaja&lt;br /&gt;.Estuviste en un choque de autos?: muchos&lt;br /&gt;.Un número: 22&lt;br /&gt;.Una letra:F&lt;br /&gt;.Un momento del dia?:  la tarde(?&lt;br /&gt;.Un día: sabadooooosssssss&lt;br /&gt;.Colores preferidos:  Negro, fuccia, rosa, rojo :$&lt;br /&gt;.Color de ropa interior favorito?:  rojo&lt;br /&gt;.Sabanas lisas o con animalitos?:  como venga&lt;br /&gt;.De qe color es la alfombra de tu dormitorio?: nu naii&lt;br /&gt;.Que hay debajo de tu cama?: otra cama:$&lt;br /&gt;.Equipo de fútbol: River♥&lt;br /&gt;.Vas a la cancha?: jajaja esa preguta me la hizo el morochito hace rato :$, cuando era chica saa, ahora naaa para mi no es chica :$&lt;br /&gt;.Un deporte:  Voley&lt;br /&gt;.Football o tennis?:  Football&lt;br /&gt;.Cabala: no se dice ;)&lt;br /&gt;.Un perfume: Ch♥&lt;br /&gt;.Un perfume de hombre:  Kevin♥&lt;br /&gt;.Lugar en que te gusta que te besen?: por el cuello(8)&lt;br /&gt;.Qe te gusta hacer una tarde de lluvia: Estaren casa, o salir con amigos/as jaja&lt;br /&gt;.Un libro:  No me gustaleer u.u&lt;br /&gt;.Un programa de tv?: Casi angeles♥&lt;br /&gt;.Canción que estas escuchando en este momento?: Y hubo alguien - karina&lt;br /&gt;.Cuando fue tu ultima visita a un hospital?:hace 4 dias&lt;br /&gt;.Como te ves en 10 años?: con hijos jaja&lt;br /&gt;.Una amiga:  Noe&lt;br /&gt;.Un amigo:  Tobi&lt;br /&gt;.Amiga de la infancia?: Yami&lt;br /&gt;.Compañeros especiales?:  Juli&amp;amp;Sofi♥&lt;br /&gt;.Cual de tus amigos vive mas lejos?:Rauli,Die,Wii&amp;amp;todos los uachos santiagueños juntos jaja♥&lt;br /&gt;.Los amigos son para siempre?:  Si son verdaderos si.&lt;br /&gt;.A qien le pedis consejos?:  A mi mejorcha&lt;br /&gt;.Extrañas a alguien?:  sii&lt;br /&gt;.Qe cambiarias de tu vida?: nada&lt;br /&gt;.Te arrepentis de algo?: No&lt;br /&gt;.Película preferida?:  Titanic♥&lt;br /&gt;.Ultima pelicula qe viste:  Poseidon 1&lt;br /&gt;.Pelicula qe te hace llorar: muchas&lt;br /&gt;.Fuiste a algun recital?:  Yes&lt;br /&gt;.Un animal: Gato♥&lt;br /&gt;.El auto de tus sueños: el de barbie(L)&lt;br /&gt;.Caricatura preferida?:  Tom&amp;amp;Jerry&lt;br /&gt;.Pinky o Cerebro?: Pinky&lt;br /&gt;.Tom o Jerry?:  Jerry&lt;br /&gt;.Disney o Warner Brothers?:  Disney&lt;br /&gt;.Musica?:  la qe venga :$&lt;br /&gt;.CD preferido?:  aii varios&lt;br /&gt;.Canción que te hace llorar:  Unas cuantas u.u&lt;br /&gt;.Canción favorita?:  Muchasss!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-5894922747531582180</id><published>2009-10-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:01:50.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StoUkX6QCkI/AAAAAAAABC4/XhzbKjaLtKo/s1600-h/OgAAAInUz-Z5gw_aNaLxMkEVjxETwzq8nVwlAocQSwj7ie9V7hCIJrFu8gRkE_N6yFAfEz5tAnbjI9KQMEvRMZLJsfoAm1T1UFoPyV-BPbQcwlwLqtM0jZC8qwEI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StoUkX6QCkI/AAAAAAAABC4/XhzbKjaLtKo/s400/OgAAAInUz-Z5gw_aNaLxMkEVjxETwzq8nVwlAocQSwj7ie9V7hCIJrFu8gRkE_N6yFAfEz5tAnbjI9KQMEvRMZLJsfoAm1T1UFoPyV-BPbQcwlwLqtM0jZC8qwEI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393646118855772738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;si estas a mi lado te juro no te voy a menti&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; ni te voy a vender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Te voy a curar, lo mio es para vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; lo tuyo es para dar. Vino un duende que parecía loco y me dijo de cómo hay que hacer para poder hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;esas cositas que yo y vos queremos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; aprender; que en la vida hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;un sueño y esta vez yo lo quiero sacar. Yo no quiero otra vuelta, quiero esta para disfrutar lo que hay para mi; lo que hay para vos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Llegamos hasta acá, vamos a hacerla hoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;VOY A CAMBIAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de receta por esta vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-5894922747531582180?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/5894922747531582180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-si-estas-mi-lado-te-juro-no-te-voy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5894922747531582180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5894922747531582180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-si-estas-mi-lado-te-juro-no-te-voy.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StoUkX6QCkI/AAAAAAAABC4/XhzbKjaLtKo/s72-c/OgAAAInUz-Z5gw_aNaLxMkEVjxETwzq8nVwlAocQSwj7ie9V7hCIJrFu8gRkE_N6yFAfEz5tAnbjI9KQMEvRMZLJsfoAm1T1UFoPyV-BPbQcwlwLqtM0jZC8qwEI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-2726910545864043762</id><published>2009-10-17T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:50:20.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StoR2Foxz9I/AAAAAAAABCw/cQucBoUb1xQ/s1600-h/OgAAAA7-s9wBfQxhBirnvkcS6SI69nORGgRzsQH13W7LDmu4bbZK_RMLBmKNdsZG6sfizknGEJ76ROQNJ40jrbU9IPkAm1T1UDfH_HU6AfPXu_-GwD9_eWi9kAMk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StoR2Foxz9I/AAAAAAAABCw/cQucBoUb1xQ/s400/OgAAAA7-s9wBfQxhBirnvkcS6SI69nORGgRzsQH13W7LDmu4bbZK_RMLBmKNdsZG6sfizknGEJ76ROQNJ40jrbU9IPkAm1T1UDfH_HU6AfPXu_-GwD9_eWi9kAMk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393643124653412306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mi corazón palpitaba cada vez que ese hombre se me acercaba y con el tiempo me empezó a gustar, debo decir que no me fue tan mal. Como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;derepente todo se ha ordenado&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;desde que ha llegado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mi vida cambió&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ya no soy la misma que tu conociste entonces, ahor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;estoy mucho &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; porque me di cuenta que tuvo sentido haber recorrido lo que recorrí, si al final de cuentas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el era&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mi recompensa&lt;/span&gt; . ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-2726910545864043762?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/2726910545864043762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-corazon-palpitaba-cada-vez-que-ese.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2726910545864043762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2726910545864043762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-corazon-palpitaba-cada-vez-que-ese.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StoR2Foxz9I/AAAAAAAABCw/cQucBoUb1xQ/s72-c/OgAAAA7-s9wBfQxhBirnvkcS6SI69nORGgRzsQH13W7LDmu4bbZK_RMLBmKNdsZG6sfizknGEJ76ROQNJ40jrbU9IPkAm1T1UDfH_HU6AfPXu_-GwD9_eWi9kAMk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-834441005637630</id><published>2009-10-17T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:46:10.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StoQ3BRLsrI/AAAAAAAABCo/opjU7FnoyTk/s1600-h/OgAAAA7QHC03MZh-lGmLq-4jMHBlX4jX-xoltQ33K3cw1ayt7XsjXngmHcfjcF3afBGhylSRVmAzaq_vUFnRRI8KXj8Am1T1UC2TSsUUIQ0RACv21jNsVtGa5RpF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StoQ3BRLsrI/AAAAAAAABCo/opjU7FnoyTk/s400/OgAAAA7QHC03MZh-lGmLq-4jMHBlX4jX-xoltQ33K3cw1ayt7XsjXngmHcfjcF3afBGhylSRVmAzaq_vUFnRRI8KXj8Am1T1UC2TSsUUIQ0RACv21jNsVtGa5RpF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393642041148945074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Llego tu amor y en un instante me atrapo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Sin preguntar; sin un aviso quiso entrar al fondo de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;este corazón herido que ahora siente con cada latido&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Oigo una voz diciéndome que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;todo va a estar muy bien;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;que no lo deje escapar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Siento volar cuando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;estas tu; siento tocar el cielo azul sin duda todo es por ti&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Quiero alcanzar lo que soñé; quiero besar lo que anhele, no hay mas que decir me he enamorado de ti. Llego tu amor y me hizo fuerte en el dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sin preguntar; sin pedir nada me curo &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-834441005637630?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/834441005637630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/llego-tu-amor-y-en-un-instante-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/834441005637630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4812008427096664516</id><published>2009-10-17T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:39:25.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Me prestaste un beso; me prestaste calma;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m e p r e s t a s t e t o d o l o q u e m e f a l t a b a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tenes&lt;/span&gt; la receta justa para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h a c e r m e s o n r e i r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;y todo el tiempo sabes lo que me asusta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;sabes lo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m e g u s t a e s t a r c o n v o s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Me robaste el cuerpo; me robaste el alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;ya es tuya la voz con la que antes cantaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Me quitaste el sueño; me quitaste el habla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s i e s t o y c o n v o s n o n e c e s i t o n a d a . ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-4812008427096664516?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4812008427096664516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-prestaste-un-beso-me-prestaste-calma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4812008427096664516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4812008427096664516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-prestaste-un-beso-me-prestaste-calma.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1263780901306761237</id><published>2009-10-16T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:41:06.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StkOqeNNFEI/AAAAAAAABCg/8ZVXbb91q0k/s1600-h/661576638_DCSDKEHLODEYVXM.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:48;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StkOqeNNFEI/AAAAAAAABCg/8ZVXbb91q0k/s400/661576638_DCSDKEHLODEYVXM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393358151578620994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;las nenas con las nenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;...los nenes con los nenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; ninguno va a sufrir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:48;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&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/2935585668870802430-1263780901306761237?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1263780901306761237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/las-nenas-con-las-nenas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1263780901306761237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1263780901306761237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/las-nenas-con-las-nenas.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StkOqeNNFEI/AAAAAAAABCg/8ZVXbb91q0k/s72-c/661576638_DCSDKEHLODEYVXM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-6965384257310372283</id><published>2009-10-15T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:26:32.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi nombre de todos los modos ;$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Escribe tu nombre: Fiorella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Escríbelo al revés:allaeroif&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con tu dedo meñique:fiorella&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con el codo: fiorrrrrrrrrrella&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con los ojos cerrados:fiorella&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo de espaldas: fiorejja&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con la palma de la mano: firedllaq&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con la lengua: fiorella&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con los dedos del pie izquierdo: fiorella&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con el talón del pie derecho:fiorella&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con la nariz:r9444loa&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con tu pera/barbilla: qfkklred,llñz&lt;br /&gt;Escríbelo con la frente: 5nsdasgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-6965384257310372283?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/6965384257310372283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-nombre-de-todos-los-modos.html#comment-form' title='0 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style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cuando todo no sale a lo planiado, no te gusta y te da rabia, bronca, y aparece el llanto, que vuelve cada dos por tres. Esas canciones que te llegan al corazon y que te hacen sentir peor, pero vos las escuchas igual porque te traen recuerdos lindos y feos. Yo pienso y digo ¿ Por que no encuentro las respuestas a mis preguntas ? Mareando entre ideas perdida por cosas que dan vueltas en mi cabeza sin sentido no se que hacer conmigo vivo en la insertudumbre. Mi cabeza esta llena de cosas y a la vez de nada y no encuentro palabras ni para decirselo a mi almohada.Aveces hay noches en las que lloro, imploro una calma para esta tempestad pero no se cual opcion es la calma en realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Y si, hoy como todas las noches me ire pensando en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-318999168870037979?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/318999168870037979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuando-todo-no-sale-lo-planiado-no-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/318999168870037979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/318999168870037979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuando-todo-no-sale-lo-planiado-no-te.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8022535665098486085</id><published>2009-10-15T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:01:31.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3314649325777958898&amp;amp;site=widget-f2.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3314649325777958898&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/p1/3314649325777958898/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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font-family: webdings; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi super yo ya consagrado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: webdings; font-size: 180%;"&gt;se masturbaba aquella noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2935585668870802430-4489685324936984867?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4489685324936984867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-super-yo-ya-consagrado-se-masturbaba.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4489685324936984867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4489685324936984867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-super-yo-ya-consagrado-se-masturbaba.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4753481749473298482</id><published>2009-10-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:43:54.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StU5lm7bfBI/AAAAAAAABBY/YjgTA8z2aSc/s1600-h/OgAAAE9X4lv0qeT4wrbSPTYsRXJumjvdXtQemqvnKR-KaUQElOQOEG5YpuRmKjDdbjoiGxh454t1Y9Ip9dRDRmsDXYIAm1T1UOetQ1jyfYcARPzLeHzjIa9DIELr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StU5lm7bfBI/AAAAAAAABBY/YjgTA8z2aSc/s400/OgAAAE9X4lv0qeT4wrbSPTYsRXJumjvdXtQemqvnKR-KaUQElOQOEG5YpuRmKjDdbjoiGxh454t1Y9Ip9dRDRmsDXYIAm1T1UOetQ1jyfYcARPzLeHzjIa9DIELr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392279447113792530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;7 PECADOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LUJURIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Alguna vez...&lt;br /&gt;1) has besado a un completo extraño?: yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;2) has besado a quien le gustaba a tu amigo/a?: Saaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;3) has besado a la/el novio/a de alguien?: jaja sii qe hdp :$&lt;br /&gt;4) has besado a alguien de tu mismo sexo?: ni alla ;)&lt;br /&gt;5) has tenido relaciones en un lugar publico?: ni ai bldo!&lt;br /&gt;6) has tenido relaciones por pura diversion?: soy virgencita uachen(A)&lt;br /&gt;7) has tenido relaciones con mas de una persona?: sos pelotudo o qe onda xd&lt;br /&gt;8) has tenido relaciones sadomasoquistas?: seguimos con las relaciones soy virgen!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;9) has tenido deseos por alguien menor?: qien no ?&lt;br /&gt;10) has tenido deseos por alguien mayor?:obviamente xd&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez...&lt;br /&gt;1) has comido por puro aburrimiento?: sap&lt;br /&gt;2) has comido estando lleno/a solo por que estaba delicioso?: si jaja&lt;br /&gt;3) has comido helado directo del envase?:siempre&lt;br /&gt;4) has comido entre comidas?: como ?&lt;br /&gt;5) has comido en frente de la TV o la PC?: siemprepero siempre viste vo.&lt;br /&gt;6) has comido una barra entera de chocolate?: jajaja sii&lt;br /&gt;7) has comido tanto que no te abroche el pantalon?: sii :$&lt;br /&gt;8) has comido mas de las calorias que necesitabas?: creo qe siempre jaja&lt;br /&gt;9) has comido fuera de horario?: en cualqier momento de mi vida se me canta comer xd&lt;br /&gt;10) has mezclado desayuno/almuerzo/merienda/cenas?: nou&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez...&lt;br /&gt;1) has dormido hasta el medio dia?: siempre&lt;br /&gt;2) has dormido hasta la tarde?: siempre&lt;br /&gt;3) has dormido hasta la noche?:noo la noche es lo mio(H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4) has dejado para otro dia lo que tenias que hacer urgente?:mm qe se yo xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5) has dejado sonar el telefono solo por no levantarte?:se jaja siempre.&lt;br /&gt;6) has pospuesto una cita por holgazan?: no entender holgazan xd&lt;br /&gt;7) has pospuesto bañarte por holgazan?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no entender holgazan xd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 8) has pasado hambre por no tener ganas de cocinar?: si:S&lt;br /&gt;9) has tenido malas notas por no querer hacer la tarea?: siempre&lt;br /&gt;10) te has quedado dormido en horas de clase?: unas qe otras veces jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;VANIDAD&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez...&lt;br /&gt;1) te has mirado en el reflejo de las vidrieras?: sii&lt;br /&gt;2) te has tropezado en la calle por ver tu reflejo?: sii :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) te has creido mucho para hablar con una persona?: mmm depende qien sea la persona.&lt;br /&gt;4) has causado envidia por como luces?: sii y me odian!&lt;br /&gt;5) has pensado que te darias si fueras de otro sexo?: si&lt;br /&gt;6) has corrido al baño solo por verte en el espejo?: siemppre&lt;br /&gt;7) has creido que puedes coquistar a quien te propongas?: sii obvio&lt;br /&gt;8) te has puesto feliz cuando te gritaron un piropo por la calle?:noo, pero me hacen cagar de la risa&lt;br /&gt;9) has querido besarte a ti mismo?: e:| jajaja como lo haria xd ahora lopruebo boe :p&lt;br /&gt;10) te has creido que eres lo mejor?: ni alla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ENVIDIA&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez...&lt;br /&gt;1) has deseado la muerte de alguien por ser mas exitoso o rico?: noooo&lt;br /&gt;2) has deseado la muerte de alguien por ser mas lindo/a?: noooo&lt;br /&gt;3) te has agarrado de manos por que alguien luzca mejor?: noooooooo&lt;br /&gt;4) has querido robarle la/el novia/o a alguien?: noooo&lt;br /&gt;5) has querido robarle una pertenencia a alguien?: no soy chorra ;)&lt;br /&gt;6) has deseado estar en los zapatos de otra persona?: ni alla&lt;br /&gt;7) has practicado brujeria para que le vaya mal a alguien?: naap&lt;br /&gt;8) has deseado que algo de tus amigos fuera tuyo?: por ahora no.&lt;br /&gt;9) has tenido tantos celos que has llorado?: como voy a llorar por celos jaja, tube celos pero jamas llore ;)&lt;br /&gt;10) has sentido placer al ver a otro caer?: jajaja, noo pero qe me re cago de la risa see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;IRA&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez...&lt;br /&gt;1) te has enojado tanto que has golpeado a alguien?: se&lt;br /&gt;2) te has enojado tanto que has roto algo?: si xd&lt;br /&gt;3) te has enojado tanto que juraste venganza?: jajajasii&lt;br /&gt;4) te has enojado tanto con alguien que dejaste de hablarle?: siii&lt;br /&gt;5) has hablado mal de alguien?: noo, y si hable despues selodije en la carA ;)&lt;br /&gt;6) has inventado mentiras sobre alguien?: ni alla ni me sirve no es lo mio ;)&lt;br /&gt;7) has provocado una pelea solo por diversion?: jajaja nooo, pero la apurada del ceja a el enfermo fue mortal ;)&lt;br /&gt;8) has gritado a tus padres?: siempre&lt;br /&gt;9) te has enojado con ellos y has escapado de tu casa?: ssisisisis&lt;br /&gt;10) has consumido drogas para escaparte de tu enojo?: ni alla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CODICIA&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez...&lt;br /&gt;1) te has negado a prestar tus cosas?: si&lt;br /&gt;2) has deseado tenerlo todo para ti?: noo&lt;br /&gt;3) has mentido y dicho que no tenias dinero solo para no prestarlo?: jajaj si&lt;br /&gt;4) has mentido y dicho que no tenias dinero para que te presten?: noo&lt;br /&gt;5) te has guardado dinero que no era tuyo?: nooooo&lt;br /&gt;6) has trabajado en algo que no te gusta solo por el dinero?: nouu&lt;br /&gt;7) has pensado que la felicidad es solo tener cosas materiales?: noo:S&lt;br /&gt;8) has pensado en matarte si fueras pobre?: no&lt;br /&gt;9) te has comprado cosas que no necesitabas en vez de comprar algo a alguien mas?: si&lt;br /&gt;10) te has comprado baratijas solo para ahorrar?: nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2935585668870802430-4753481749473298482?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4753481749473298482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-pecados.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4753481749473298482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4753481749473298482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-pecados.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StU5lm7bfBI/AAAAAAAABBY/YjgTA8z2aSc/s72-c/OgAAAE9X4lv0qeT4wrbSPTYsRXJumjvdXtQemqvnKR-KaUQElOQOEG5YpuRmKjDdbjoiGxh454t1Y9Ip9dRDRmsDXYIAm1T1UOetQ1jyfYcARPzLeHzjIa9DIELr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-3408728420569089098</id><published>2009-10-12T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:07:52.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StQY-ZabT8I/AAAAAAAABBI/TKXPmxK3FCU/s1600-h/1239658075200_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StQY-ZabT8I/AAAAAAAABBI/TKXPmxK3FCU/s400/1239658075200_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391962114122010562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Tu eres todo un evento, una pintura, en movimiento, un árbol que respira...tu eres una diosa calima, tu rimas conmigo, tu combina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;que tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &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/2935585668870802430-3408728420569089098?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/3408728420569089098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/tu-eres-todo-un-evento-una-pintura-en.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3408728420569089098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3408728420569089098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/tu-eres-todo-un-evento-una-pintura-en.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StQY-ZabT8I/AAAAAAAABBI/TKXPmxK3FCU/s72-c/1239658075200_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-9107559529280885992</id><published>2009-10-12T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:02:04.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;noche&lt;/span&gt; fue muy corta, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hicimos&lt;/span&gt; tantas cosas, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jugando&lt;/span&gt; el tiempo se paso. La &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;noche&lt;/span&gt; fue tan buena, la&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; cama&lt;/span&gt; era una hoguera, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hicimos todo&lt;/span&gt;, fue genial. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu &lt;/span&gt;sabes bien lo que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me gusta&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt; se que quieres &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de mi&lt;/span&gt;. Eso, que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hermoso&lt;/span&gt; fue eso, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pegar &lt;/span&gt;nuestros &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuerpos&lt;/span&gt; llenarnos de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;besos, besos, besos&lt;/span&gt;. Eso, que&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tierno&lt;/span&gt; fue eso, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jugar&lt;/span&gt; como &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;locos&lt;/span&gt; el juego mas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bello&lt;/span&gt;. La &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;noche&lt;/span&gt; fue &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;caliente&lt;/span&gt;, de loco fue &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quererse&lt;/span&gt;, fuimos haciendo lo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mejor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt; sabes bien lo que me gusta, y yo se que quieres de&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-9107559529280885992?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/9107559529280885992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-noche-fue-muy-corta-hicimos-tantas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/9107559529280885992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/9107559529280885992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-noche-fue-muy-corta-hicimos-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-5358456470764936362</id><published>2009-10-11T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:25:23.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StGye6KtIYI/AAAAAAAAA_A/uLc3LLJ8DYc/s1600-h/3431952806_334b893bb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StGye6KtIYI/AAAAAAAAA_A/uLc3LLJ8DYc/s400/3431952806_334b893bb5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391286473019171202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Aun nisiqiera te tengo &amp;amp; ya tengo miedo de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perderte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;amor.&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/2935585668870802430-5358456470764936362?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/5358456470764936362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/aun-nisiqiera-te-tengo-ya-tengo-miedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5358456470764936362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5358456470764936362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/aun-nisiqiera-te-tengo-ya-tengo-miedo.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StGye6KtIYI/AAAAAAAAA_A/uLc3LLJ8DYc/s72-c/3431952806_334b893bb5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4827050019389802156</id><published>2009-10-10T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:44:33.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijos♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si tuvieras un hijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Como le pondrias si fuera hombre?: Francisco, Federico, o Matias♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Como le pondrias si fuera mujer?: Jesica,o Mia♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Quien seria su padrino si tu lo eligieras?: Mi hermano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Quien seria su madrina si tu la eligieras?: Mi hermana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Quien seria el esposo/a si tu lo eligieras?: Si es nena uno qe otro futbolista, si es nene una modelo jaja, no pedia nada(?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cuantos años tendrias al tenerlo?: 22 por ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Preferirias tenerlo por cesaria o por parto normal?: Parto normal u.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tendría segundo nombre?: Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Cual sería su segundo nombre si tuviera?: No se eso despues lo vere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando tu hijo tenga 7 años&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ya le habrás contado que papá noel no existe?: Nouu, qe se de cuenta solo jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Le habrás contado que el raton de los dientes no existe?: naaa para qe cagarle la vida(?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ya le habrás contado que el conejo de pascua no existe?:Noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Si el te lo pide le comprarias un celular?: Es chiqitito todabia no jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Le explicarias lo que es sexo y blablabla?: Nooo es chiqitito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando tu hijo tenga 14&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dejaras que tenga novia/o?: Siii obvio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Te importaria que se echara un ramo? :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Le pegarias si hace algo muy muy muy malo?: Nouu, pegando no llegaria a ningun lado jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Si el te pide condones, ¿que harias?:se los doy ai qe prevenir jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Si lo pillas viendo porno, ¿que haces?: me rio en su cara jajajajajajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando tu hijo tenga 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dejaras que tenga sexo, o ya lo dejaste antes: Lo dejo jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Que haces si le va mal en la escuela: Lo reto mucho y le pongo prof particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Dejarías que tuviera una moto?: Si, pero me da cosita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Que harias si te dice que es gay ?: Lo miro con carita de estas bien hijito (? y boe si es asi lo dejo mientras qe el este feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Que harias si va a ser padre o madre?: Le digo qe esta bien, son cosas de la vida.&lt;br /&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/2935585668870802430-4827050019389802156?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4827050019389802156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/hijos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4827050019389802156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4827050019389802156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/hijos.html' title='Hijos♥'/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8721629369387102020</id><published>2009-10-10T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:23:30.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StC07XX6NwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/8X0OA3UynSo/s1600-h/8522_1209417966035_1546290725_560989_1503105_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StC07XX6NwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/8X0OA3UynSo/s400/8522_1209417966035_1546290725_560989_1503105_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391007685942064898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hay que aprender que los &lt;em&gt;amigos&lt;/em&gt; no nos duraran &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para siempre&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unos vienen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;otros se van&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pero sinceramente creo que todos debemos de guardar un par de esos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amigos &lt;/em&gt;para &lt;strong&gt;toda la vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, como si de un &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tesoro se tratase&lt;/strong&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/2935585668870802430-8721629369387102020?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8721629369387102020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/hay-que-aprender-que-los-amigos-no-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8721629369387102020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8721629369387102020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/hay-que-aprender-que-los-amigos-no-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StC07XX6NwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/8X0OA3UynSo/s72-c/8522_1209417966035_1546290725_560989_1503105_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-2424142253952278679</id><published>2009-10-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:12:41.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;te busco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no te encuentro&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quiero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;encontrarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;decirte lo que siento&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quiero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tenerte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;besarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, todo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tu cuerpo lentamente acariciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no te puedo olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;de mi mente sacar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; lo dice.&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/2935585668870802430-2424142253952278679?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/2424142253952278679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-yo-te-busco-y-no-te-encuentro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2424142253952278679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2424142253952278679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-yo-te-busco-y-no-te-encuentro.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1319960705822682494</id><published>2009-10-10T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:05:54.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tratarán de separarnos pero no podrán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;porque &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el me ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El destino unió &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nuestros caminos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enamorados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; el primer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; en que &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos vimos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viviendo un amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que es &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sumamente prohibido&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/2935585668870802430-1319960705822682494?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1319960705822682494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/trataran-de-separarnos-pero-no-podran.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1319960705822682494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1319960705822682494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/trataran-de-separarnos-pero-no-podran.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4328664483449398793</id><published>2009-10-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:03:04.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StCwJOpsJhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/gyJfVduo2a8/s1600-h/352323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StCwJOpsJhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/gyJfVduo2a8/s400/352323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391002426560751122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Si fuera tú &lt;strong&gt;disfrutaría de cada momento&lt;/strong&gt; como si fuera el último que fuera a vivir, porque &lt;strong&gt;nunca sabes que puede pasar&lt;/strong&gt;... Nadie puede predecir el &lt;strong&gt;destino&lt;/strong&gt;, y &lt;strong&gt;si las cosas pasan es porque tenían que pasar&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;/em&gt;punto&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/2935585668870802430-4328664483449398793?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4328664483449398793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-fuera-tu-disfrutaria-de-cada-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4328664483449398793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4328664483449398793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-fuera-tu-disfrutaria-de-cada-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/StCwJOpsJhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/gyJfVduo2a8/s72-c/352323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-3077666198878721422</id><published>2009-10-03T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:20:48.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Ssg51lamR4I/AAAAAAAAA54/5e7HkfwlJy0/s1600-h/5454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Ssg51lamR4I/AAAAAAAAA54/5e7HkfwlJy0/s400/5454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388620546888320898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no me has dado tiempo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disimularte&lt;/span&gt; que te quiero amar, que por un beso puedo conquistar el cielo y dejar mi vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;. Quiero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pertenecerte&lt;/span&gt; ser algo en tu vida, que me puedas amar, con un abrazo fuerte hacerte una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poesía&lt;/span&gt; renunciar a los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;demás&lt;/span&gt;. Y en cada frase oculta de lo que tu digas en un beso hablara, ya no me queda duda solo ven y escucha decidamos comenzar. Por besarte mi vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cambiaria&lt;/span&gt; en un segundo, tu serias mi equilibrio, mi destino, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;besame&lt;/span&gt; y solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; podre tenerte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eternamente&lt;/span&gt; en mi mente. Un solo intento basta en este momento para poder saber si aun nos queda tiempo para estar en medio de lo que va a suceder. Un solo intento basta en este momento para poder saber si aun nos queda tiempo para estar en medio de lo que va a suceder. Conmigo no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; peligro ven te necesito la distancia no es motivo del olvido &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; estoy yo contigo y para siempre yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por besarte mi vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cambiaria&lt;/span&gt; en un segundo, tu serias mi equilibrio, mi destino, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;besame&lt;/span&gt; y solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; podre tenerte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;eternamente&lt;/span&gt; en mi mente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-3077666198878721422?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/3077666198878721422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-no-me-has-dado-tiempo-de-disimularte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3077666198878721422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3077666198878721422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-no-me-has-dado-tiempo-de-disimularte.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Ssg51lamR4I/AAAAAAAAA54/5e7HkfwlJy0/s72-c/5454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-3985752208042675978</id><published>2009-10-02T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:06:42.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;e perdí, cómo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;te perdí&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eras todo lo más grande&lt;/strong&gt; y&lt;em&gt; te perdí&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;lo más bueno&lt;/span&gt; y&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt; lo más &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tan&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;perfecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; para mí&lt;/strong&gt;. Te perdí, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no te conocí&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;no aprendí a mirar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;a reconocer en &lt;strong&gt;mí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;podía soñar con amarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, con amarte y&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Y así &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;te fuiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sin un &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adiós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Y ahora comprendo que &lt;strong&gt;sóla estoy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Bonito mío lindo de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cuántos amores en tú vida encontrarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Bonito mío, lindo de amar te prometo que &lt;strong&gt;siempre te voy a amar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;te voy a amar&lt;/em&gt;. Te perdí, hoy &lt;strong&gt;estoy sin tí,&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;por eso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;el mundo es tan oscuro para mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Mueren noches llueven días&lt;/em&gt;, pero &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tú no estás aquí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Y así &lt;strong&gt;te fuiste&lt;/strong&gt;, sin un &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Y ahora comprendo que&lt;strong&gt; sóla estoy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-3985752208042675978?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/3985752208042675978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-e-perdi-como-te-perdi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3985752208042675978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3985752208042675978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-e-perdi-como-te-perdi.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-9097849148490620368</id><published>2009-10-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:05:11.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;scapó&lt;em&gt; una noche&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;un bostezo de sol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;me pediste que te diera un &lt;strong&gt;beso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; Con lo baratos que salen mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Qué te cuesta callarme con uno de esos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pasaron&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt; tres meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;em&gt;me dijiste &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;un placer coincidir en esta vida&lt;/span&gt;. Ahí me quedé, en &lt;strong&gt;una mano el corazón&lt;/strong&gt;, y &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;en la otra las &lt;strong&gt;excusas&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;strong&gt;ni tú entendías&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y es que &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;empiezo a pensar que el amor verdadero es tan sólo el primero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Y es que &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;empiezo a sospechar que los &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;demás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; son sólo para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olvidar&lt;/strong&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/2935585668870802430-9097849148490620368?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/9097849148490620368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-scapo-una-noche-de-un-bostezo-de-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/9097849148490620368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/9097849148490620368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-scapo-una-noche-de-un-bostezo-de-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8315779505670096533</id><published>2009-10-02T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:00:52.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Ssa9E6khuQI/AAAAAAAAA38/yxAc6rNm89s/s1600-h/54545454545454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Ssa9E6khuQI/AAAAAAAAA38/yxAc6rNm89s/s400/54545454545454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388201896334964994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Por&lt;/em&gt; qué &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO TE BESÉ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; en el alma cuando &lt;strong&gt;AÚN PODÍA&lt;em&gt;? ¿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Por qué &lt;strong&gt;NO TE ABRACÉ&lt;/strong&gt; la vida cuando la tenía&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Y yo que &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO ME DABA CUENTA CUÁNTO TE DOLÍA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;y yo que no sabía &lt;strong&gt;EL DAÑO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que me hacía&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cómo es que nunca me fijé que ya &lt;em&gt;NO SONREÍAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;? ¿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y qué antes de apagar la luz ya nada me decías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Que &lt;strong&gt;AQUEL AMOR&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se te ESCAPÓ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; había llegado el día&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ya no me sentías que ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NI TE DOLÍA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Me dediqué a perderte&lt;/em&gt; y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me ausenté en momento que se han ido para&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; SIEMPRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Me dediqué a &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;verte y me encerré en&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; MI&lt;/span&gt; mundo&lt;/em&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO PUDISTE detenerme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y me alejé mil veces y cuando regresé&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TE HABÍA PERDIDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;PARA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIEMPRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;quise detenerte&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Entonces descubrí que ya &lt;em&gt;mirabas diferente,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ME DEDIQUÉ A PERDERTE,&lt;/strong&gt; me dediqué a perderte. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por qué &lt;strong&gt;NO TE LLENÉ DE MÍ&lt;/strong&gt; cuando &lt;strong&gt;AÚN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;había tiempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;? ¿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por qué no pude comprender lo que hasta ahora entiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Que&lt;strong&gt; FUISTE&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; TODO&lt;/span&gt; PARA MÍ&lt;/strong&gt; y que&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yo estaba ciega&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TE DEJÉ PARA LUEGO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;este maldito tiempo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;.#&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-8315779505670096533?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8315779505670096533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-que-no-te-bese-en-el-alma-cuando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8315779505670096533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8315779505670096533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-que-no-te-bese-en-el-alma-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Ssa9E6khuQI/AAAAAAAAA38/yxAc6rNm89s/s72-c/54545454545454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-7844301262676780630</id><published>2009-10-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:58:32.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Ssa8apXslRI/AAAAAAAAA30/fCVTaBdxhzk/s1600-h/65656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Ssa8apXslRI/AAAAAAAAA30/fCVTaBdxhzk/s400/65656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388201170163242258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o sé &lt;strong&gt;que le pasó a tu amor&lt;/strong&gt;, aunque &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo sé que te mentí&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;El príncipe que había en tí, de pronto desapareció,&lt;/strong&gt; yo sé que &lt;em&gt;fue mi culpa&lt;/em&gt;. Entiende &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo sé que fallé&lt;/span&gt;, te juro, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no fue mi intención.&lt;/span&gt; Sólamente quiero decir que se ha ido mi pasión y qué, &lt;strong&gt;me estoy muriendo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo no comprendo por qué me tratas así.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yo me estoy muriendo&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;regresa que yo sigo aquí&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo me estoy muriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sabiendo que te amo te burlas de mí.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yo me estoy muriendo&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo no he podido olvidarme de tí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yo quiero confesarte, que &lt;em&gt;en estos últimos &lt;strong&gt;meses &lt;/strong&gt;las cosas no andan bien&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no ha sido como otras veces;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;la furia me enloquece&lt;/strong&gt;, hasta el punto en que aborrece. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La angustia crece,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;y lo que me estremece es el frío de esta soledad y mi cama vacía&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recordando con lujuria cuando yo te hacía mío&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A conciencia, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te fallé&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;em&gt; lo siento&lt;/em&gt; fue culpa mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y la misma conciencia me recuerda cuando decía que no me fuera, que no lo dejara solito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Que comprendiera que no es fácil estar solo.&lt;/strong&gt; Y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que entendiera que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando el alma grita&lt;/span&gt;, es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;necesita&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Por que se siente solita. Y &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fui a la habitación, y en la cama ví tú sombra&lt;/span&gt;, y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esa misma cama es la que a gritos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te nombra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No se acostumbra a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sentirte en la alfombra&lt;/span&gt;. La luz no alumbra, y &lt;strong&gt;el que no llames me asombra&lt;/strong&gt;. Y &lt;em&gt;ahora estoy sóla y a veces no me controlo&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Me olvido&lt;/strong&gt; del protocolo y &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me descontrolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soy como&lt;strong&gt; un ave sin vuelo&lt;/strong&gt;, como &lt;strong&gt;una estrella sin cielo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me enfermo llena de celos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, y &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sólo yo busco una esperanza con el alma en coma.&lt;/span&gt; Y &lt;em&gt;no entiendo al corazón porque me habla en otro idioma.&lt;/em&gt; Quisiera hacerte un poema, sentada en la cama. Bajo la luz de la luna, &lt;em&gt;dejo que el dolor me coma&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;#&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/2935585668870802430-7844301262676780630?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/7844301262676780630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/n-o-se-que-le-paso-tu-amor-aunque-yo-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7844301262676780630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7844301262676780630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/n-o-se-que-le-paso-tu-amor-aunque-yo-se.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Ssa8apXslRI/AAAAAAAAA30/fCVTaBdxhzk/s72-c/65656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-738402872673395250</id><published>2009-10-02T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:23:20.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Piscis 20/2 al 20/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Caracteristicas de piscis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Imaginativo y sensible. Es amable y tiene compasión  hacia los demás. Es intuitivo y piensa en los demás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No asume la realidad. Es idealista, mantiene secretos y tiene una voluntad  algo débil. Se deja llevar por los demás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Le gusta a un piscis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  piscis le gusta estar solo para soñar. Le gusta el misterio y el ridículo.  Le gusta perderse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No le gusta a un piscis..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lo  obvio. Tampoco les gusta a los Piscis ser criticados o escuchar a personas pedantes  o creídos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Descripcion de un piscis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Un piscis tiene una personalidad tranquila, paciente y amable. Son sensibles a  los sentimientos de los demás y responden con simpatía y tacto al  sufrimiento de los demás. Son muy queridos por los demás porque  tienen un carácter afable, cariñoso y amable, y no suponen una amenaza  para los que quieren tener puestos de autoridad o mayor popularidad. Suelen asumir  su entorno y sus circunstancias, y no suelen tomar la iniciativa para resolver  problemas. Les preocupan más los problemas de otros que sus propios problemas.&lt;/span&gt; Los Piscis tienden a existir de forma emocional más que de forma  racional, de forma instintiva más que de forma intelectual. No les gusta  sentirse confinados y no respetan las convenciones así por las buenas.  Pero tampoco tienen la energía o la motivación para luchar contra  el poder establecido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Los piscis muchas veces se retiran hacia un mundo  de sueños en el que sus capacidades pueden aportarles beneficios. Tienen  una gran capacidad creativa artística.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Piscis y el trabajo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;En el trabajo, un piscis rinde más si  trabaja solo o en puestos inferiores. Los pisces. No suelen ser buenos gestores,  porque carecen de la suficiente seguridad para serlo. Pero son excelentes secretarias,  auxiliares o administrativos. También hay  muchos piscis que se convierten en excelentes abogados, arquitectos, viajeros,  artistas, curas, empleados en organizaciones sin ánimo de lucro (por su  sentido de solidaridad), detectives (por su imaginación) etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Piscis  y las relaciones personales:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Los piscis no son egoístas en sus relaciones personales y suelen  dar más de lo que reciben en sus relaciones personales. Son personas leales  y buscan una unión con la mente y el espíritu de su pareja más  que una unión sexual. Les gusta el hogar y la familia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2935585668870802430-738402872673395250?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/738402872673395250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/piscis-202-al-203-caracteristicas-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/738402872673395250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/738402872673395250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/piscis-202-al-203-caracteristicas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8393692149754680570</id><published>2009-10-02T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:52:55.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/544/544072g5obtyyvgi.gif" width="78" height="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/544/544072g5obtyyvgi.gif" width="78" height="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/544/544072g5obtyyvgi.gif" width="78" height="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-8393692149754680570?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8393692149754680570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/urlhttpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8393692149754680570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8393692149754680570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/urlhttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-203553068005100450</id><published>2009-10-01T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:23:11.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SsVx_kwnStI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ztEykVND2-4/s1600-h/196.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Los hombres engañan mas&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Las mujeres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;MEJOR&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/2935585668870802430-7788567404204297869?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/7788567404204297869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/los-hombres-enganan-mas-las-mujeres.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7788567404204297869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7788567404204297869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/los-hombres-enganan-mas-las-mujeres.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-273447770029836832</id><published>2009-10-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:22:58.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SsVj8r6DsJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/bUQk1OL98HI/s1600-h/cansada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SsVj8r6DsJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/bUQk1OL98HI/s400/cansada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387822423448203410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;esta cansa de estar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&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/2935585668870802430-273447770029836832?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/273447770029836832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-l-l-esta-cansa-de-estar-s-o-l-y-e-s-p.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/273447770029836832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/273447770029836832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-l-l-esta-cansa-de-estar-s-o-l-y-e-s-p.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SsVj8r6DsJI/AAAAAAAAAzs/bUQk1OL98HI/s72-c/cansada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-598757008129215128</id><published>2009-09-29T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:00:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SsLJp07W0VI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Tkax7KfhP78/s1600-h/corteishon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SsLJp07W0VI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Tkax7KfhP78/s400/corteishon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089824707957074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cuando las mujeres estamos a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;punto caramelo&lt;/span&gt;, los hombres todavía están&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; verdes&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/2935585668870802430-598757008129215128?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/598757008129215128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuando-las-mujeres-estamos-punto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/598757008129215128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/598757008129215128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuando-las-mujeres-estamos-punto.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SsLJp07W0VI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Tkax7KfhP78/s72-c/corteishon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-2116251167089100180</id><published>2009-09-27T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:05:31.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sr_TgQEOqHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/1b_esOu9_Rg/s1600-h/3333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sr_TgQEOqHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/1b_esOu9_Rg/s400/3333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386256230380382322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sr_R-vC-SeI/AAAAAAAAAws/pHaH7yY9ihA/s1600-h/3333.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recuerdo muy bien cuantas veces te llame,&lt;br /&gt;cuando decias que no que ya ivas a volver.&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo estaba tan loca de celos, y no queria&lt;br /&gt;perderte, y sufria de esperar por ti me arrepiento.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora soy yo, la que quiere decirte que no,&lt;br /&gt;que esta noche no quiero con vos, ya no siento&lt;br /&gt;calor por tu cuerpo. Y ahora soy yo, la que quiere&lt;br /&gt;cambiarse el calzon, ser segunda en tu cuerpo de&lt;br /&gt;amor, la que sueña tan solo un momento, ya no&lt;br /&gt;te quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-2116251167089100180?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/2116251167089100180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/recuerdo-muy-bien-cuantas-veces-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2116251167089100180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2116251167089100180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/recuerdo-muy-bien-cuantas-veces-te.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sr_TgQEOqHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/1b_esOu9_Rg/s72-c/3333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-464833627462253172</id><published>2009-09-27T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:54:40.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sr_PsmJeaAI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vxUl_vKTrKc/s1600-h/con+orne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sr_PsmJeaAI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vxUl_vKTrKc/s400/con+orne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386252044419885058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La tarde se aleja, el cielo esta gris la noche aparece sin ti, callada en la playa&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; te lloro en silencio otra vez&lt;/span&gt;. Me ahoga esta pena no puedo vivir las olas no me hablan de ti, sentada en la arena &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;escribo tu nombre otra vez.&lt;/span&gt; Porque&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; te extrañ&lt;/span&gt;o desde aquel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;noviembre&lt;/span&gt; cuando sonábamos juntos en querernos siempre, me duele este frió noviembre cuando las hojas caen a morir por siempre.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Noviembre sin ti es sentir que lluvia me dice llorando que todo acabo, noviembre sin ti es pedirle a la luna que brille en la noche de mi corazón, otra vez, otra vez. &lt;/span&gt;Quisiera decirte que quiero volver, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu nombre va escrito en mi piel&lt;/span&gt;, ya es de madrugada te sigo esperando &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-464833627462253172?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/464833627462253172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-tarde-se-aleja-el-cielo-esta-gris-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/464833627462253172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/464833627462253172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-tarde-se-aleja-el-cielo-esta-gris-la.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sr_PsmJeaAI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vxUl_vKTrKc/s72-c/con+orne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4958751725877747080</id><published>2009-09-18T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:34:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrQ_OXq-m7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/KI9yOsR8CQQ/s1600-h/OQAAAOkQUvMncgm_3WZGKWlrYfrm5HWdTTv2DPtX8kQVqqcnXHftSXwO8cdlFI6QJjnp82AX02MgQ3ICMuQr_HRYkLAAm1T1UNbpk439Ftop63f8IDV2skDWWkOZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrQ_OXq-m7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/KI9yOsR8CQQ/s400/OQAAAOkQUvMncgm_3WZGKWlrYfrm5HWdTTv2DPtX8kQVqqcnXHftSXwO8cdlFI6QJjnp82AX02MgQ3ICMuQr_HRYkLAAm1T1UNbpk439Ftop63f8IDV2skDWWkOZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382996970719583154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acercate&lt;/span&gt; a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; me vuelves loca&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; ven y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;besame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nadie&lt;/span&gt; tu has besado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; yo te amare como nunca te han &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amado&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/2935585668870802430-4958751725877747080?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4958751725877747080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/acercate-mi-me-vuelves-loca-ven-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4958751725877747080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4958751725877747080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/acercate-mi-me-vuelves-loca-ven-y.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrQ_OXq-m7I/AAAAAAAAAsc/KI9yOsR8CQQ/s72-c/OQAAAOkQUvMncgm_3WZGKWlrYfrm5HWdTTv2DPtX8kQVqqcnXHftSXwO8cdlFI6QJjnp82AX02MgQ3ICMuQr_HRYkLAAm1T1UNbpk439Ftop63f8IDV2skDWWkOZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8744587066658793578</id><published>2009-09-17T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:04:20.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrJBJ1N6X5I/AAAAAAAAArM/2cahLCS-q5M/s1600-h/S4020563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrJBJ1N6X5I/AAAAAAAAArM/2cahLCS-q5M/s400/S4020563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382436141821222802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eres &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bonita&lt;/span&gt; pero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mentirosa&lt;/span&gt;, engañas a los hombres siempre con mentira mentirosa mentirosa, eres &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bonita&lt;/span&gt; pero&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mentirosa&lt;/span&gt;, engañas a los hombres siempre con mentira mentirosa mentirosa. Dices te quiero te quiero mi amor, dices te amo con loca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pasión&lt;/span&gt;, pero no lo dices con buena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intensión&lt;/span&gt;,porque tu no tienes tu no tienes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;, dices te quiero te quiero mi amor,dices te amo con loca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pasión&lt;/span&gt;, pero no lo dices con buena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intensión&lt;/span&gt;,porque tu no tienes&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; tu no tienes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;. &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/2935585668870802430-8744587066658793578?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8744587066658793578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/eres-bonita-pero-mentirosa-enganas-los.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8744587066658793578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8744587066658793578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/eres-bonita-pero-mentirosa-enganas-los.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrJBJ1N6X5I/AAAAAAAAArM/2cahLCS-q5M/s72-c/S4020563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-6765256093816195043</id><published>2009-09-16T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:45:45.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrGw3IChBdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/szzUO9lRIkE/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrGw3IChBdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/szzUO9lRIkE/s400/DSC01443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382277490781783506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No existen &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;comentarios tontos&lt;/span&gt;, si no &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tontos que comentan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-6765256093816195043?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/6765256093816195043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-existen-comentarios-tontos-si-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6765256093816195043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6765256093816195043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-existen-comentarios-tontos-si-no.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrGw3IChBdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/szzUO9lRIkE/s72-c/DSC01443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4142813325189894859</id><published>2009-09-15T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:08:12.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrBQronHe2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/zMwIeR_6p8M/s1600-h/7417_1214501759384_1134010986_687219_8294649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrBQronHe2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/zMwIeR_6p8M/s400/7417_1214501759384_1134010986_687219_8294649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381890265273826146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asi se &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;divierten&lt;/span&gt; las &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;nenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-4142813325189894859?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4142813325189894859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/asi-se-divierten-las-nenas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4142813325189894859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4142813325189894859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/asi-se-divierten-las-nenas.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrBQronHe2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/zMwIeR_6p8M/s72-c/7417_1214501759384_1134010986_687219_8294649_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-2104292572422961409</id><published>2009-09-15T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:58:44.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrAiv-u5t0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/hxPkosUQLdE/s1600-h/65656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrAiv-u5t0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/hxPkosUQLdE/s400/65656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381839762396657474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tan bonita, tan chiquita, tan llena de sonrisa,  perfumada flor que crecía.&lt;/span&gt; Doce años cumpliría, de la escuela no volvía preocupada se la ve a mamá. Cuatro horas se demora, ¿ Que paso ? ¿Porque lloras ? dijo una mujer y luego la abrasaba. De repente suena fuerte el teléfono ¿ Quien atiende ? la mama secan doce las lágrimas,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; su florcita&lt;/span&gt; la encontraron en un gran descampado, su madre grita sin compasión. Sin vida estaba tirada, golpeada ¿ Porque ? ¿ Quien fue ?. Como es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mata&lt;/span&gt;n a una niña tan pequeña solo tenia 12 años toda una vida por vivir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;matan a una niña tan pequeña&lt;/span&gt; solo tenia 12 años toda una vida por vivir, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;por vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-2104292572422961409?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/2104292572422961409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/tan-bonita-tan-chiquita-tan-llena-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2104292572422961409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2104292572422961409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/tan-bonita-tan-chiquita-tan-llena-de.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SrAiv-u5t0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/hxPkosUQLdE/s72-c/65656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-4289748466439926275</id><published>2009-09-06T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:56:57.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SqSSZl3MoVI/AAAAAAAAAps/J5xXhgkVvwg/s1600-h/9522_1250385179162_1215473572_30735352_7710841_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SqSSZl3MoVI/AAAAAAAAAps/J5xXhgkVvwg/s400/9522_1250385179162_1215473572_30735352_7710841_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378584823345226066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los amo demasiado♥.&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-4289748466439926275?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/4289748466439926275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-amo-demasiado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4289748466439926275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/4289748466439926275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-amo-demasiado.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SqSSZl3MoVI/AAAAAAAAAps/J5xXhgkVvwg/s72-c/9522_1250385179162_1215473572_30735352_7710841_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-2719739109145927304</id><published>2009-09-06T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:50:48.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SqSRIP5ZxCI/AAAAAAAAApk/50h6JqF08xY/s1600-h/Fotograf%C3%ADa+0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SqSRIP5ZxCI/AAAAAAAAApk/50h6JqF08xY/s400/Fotograf%C3%ADa+0827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378583425879491618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aunque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;estés&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;despeinada&lt;/span&gt; me gustas igual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aunque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estés&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pijama &lt;/span&gt;y sin &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;maquillar&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-2719739109145927304?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/2719739109145927304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/auque-estes-despeinada-me-gustas-igual.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2719739109145927304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2719739109145927304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/09/auque-estes-despeinada-me-gustas-igual.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SqSRIP5ZxCI/AAAAAAAAApk/50h6JqF08xY/s72-c/Fotograf%C3%ADa+0827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-3814510758867555512</id><published>2009-08-30T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:06:23.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SprLsaymdTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/WiozZ8akzbM/s1600-h/OgAAAHu0gUR7e3sItmUPFjLDTo5mWYa_JcYK5Z2A3rF34AVW-kQbPCbw_nNzbxf1C7L6vLZQIl9l5eFZrpasF4ROZr8Am1T1UCqxc4uLs7_o4ZYNXwizkS3wcnnH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SprLsaymdTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/WiozZ8akzbM/s400/OgAAAHu0gUR7e3sItmUPFjLDTo5mWYa_JcYK5Z2A3rF34AVW-kQbPCbw_nNzbxf1C7L6vLZQIl9l5eFZrpasF4ROZr8Am1T1UCqxc4uLs7_o4ZYNXwizkS3wcnnH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375833069186348338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adoro&lt;/span&gt; la calle en que nos vimos, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la noche&lt;/span&gt; cuando nos&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conocíamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; adoro&lt;/span&gt; las cosas que me dices, nuestros ratos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;felices&lt;/span&gt; los &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adoro vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; adoro &lt;/span&gt;la forma en que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sonríes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, el modo en el que aveces me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ríes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adoro&lt;/span&gt; la ceda de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tus manos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;los besos&lt;/span&gt; que nos damos los &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adoro vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me muero&lt;/span&gt; por tenerte&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; junto a m&lt;/span&gt;i, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cerca&lt;/span&gt; muy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cerca&lt;/span&gt; de mi, no separarme de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;. Y es que eres &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi existencia&lt;/span&gt;, y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi sentir&lt;/span&gt;, eres &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi luna, eres mi sol, eres mi noche de amor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adoro&lt;/span&gt; el brillo de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;, lo dulce que ahi en &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tus labios rojos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; adoro&lt;/span&gt; la forma en que&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; suspiras&lt;/span&gt;, y hasta cuando caminas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo te adoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;vida mia♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/2935585668870802430-3814510758867555512?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/3814510758867555512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/adoro-la-calle-en-que-nos-vimos-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3814510758867555512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3814510758867555512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/adoro-la-calle-en-que-nos-vimos-la.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SprLsaymdTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/WiozZ8akzbM/s72-c/OgAAAHu0gUR7e3sItmUPFjLDTo5mWYa_JcYK5Z2A3rF34AVW-kQbPCbw_nNzbxf1C7L6vLZQIl9l5eFZrpasF4ROZr8Am1T1UCqxc4uLs7_o4ZYNXwizkS3wcnnH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-3478647220598845712</id><published>2009-08-30T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:44:44.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 180%; font-style: italic;"&gt;MiGranAmorPorSiempreTu♥&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/2935585668870802430-3478647220598845712?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/3478647220598845712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/migranamorporsiempretu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3478647220598845712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3478647220598845712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/migranamorporsiempretu.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-5035585547104559267</id><published>2009-08-30T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:14:12.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Spo0kGs9dWI/AAAAAAAAAok/BFcDaWhVjmI/s1600-h/qe+lindas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Spo0kGs9dWI/AAAAAAAAAok/BFcDaWhVjmI/s400/qe+lindas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375666900099233122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(251, 109, 200); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Las amo Muchisimo♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(251, 109, 200);font-size:20;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &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/2935585668870802430-5035585547104559267?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/5035585547104559267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/las-amo-muchisimo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5035585547104559267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5035585547104559267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/las-amo-muchisimo.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Spo0kGs9dWI/AAAAAAAAAok/BFcDaWhVjmI/s72-c/qe+lindas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-2188274655965046846</id><published>2009-08-28T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:46:18.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pocas somos las que conseguimos lo que queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&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/2935585668870802430-2188274655965046846?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/2188274655965046846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/pocas-somos-las-que-conseguimos-lo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2188274655965046846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/2188274655965046846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/pocas-somos-las-que-conseguimos-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-149148801757332857</id><published>2009-08-28T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:34:15.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se que de todas las mujeres soy la que mas te ha querido, pero tambien que de todas soy la que mas a sufrido.&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-149148801757332857?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/149148801757332857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-que-de-todas-las-mujeres-soy-la-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/149148801757332857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/149148801757332857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-que-de-todas-las-mujeres-soy-la-que.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-7529146780010189838</id><published>2009-08-28T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:22:49.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SpjG_QHuryI/AAAAAAAAAn8/V7tCYcXFb9Q/s1600-h/1adas24da5s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SpjG_QHuryI/AAAAAAAAAn8/V7tCYcXFb9Q/s400/1adas24da5s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375264945228132130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hay un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hombre&lt;/span&gt; que domina mis sentidos con solo tocar&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mi pie&lt;/span&gt;l, y como a mi tambien a otra mujer esto le puede suceder. Que solo por un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beso&lt;/span&gt; se puede &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enamorar&lt;/span&gt;, sin necesidad de hablarse, solo los labios cupido los &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flechara&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-7529146780010189838?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/7529146780010189838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/hay-un-hombre-que-domina-mis-sentidos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7529146780010189838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7529146780010189838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/hay-un-hombre-que-domina-mis-sentidos.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SpjG_QHuryI/AAAAAAAAAn8/V7tCYcXFb9Q/s72-c/1adas24da5s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-5185324849281047850</id><published>2009-08-28T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:57:31.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SpjB_lf1v5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/BblzNtK31lg/s1600-h/45d5sa4d5sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SpjB_lf1v5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/BblzNtK31lg/s400/45d5sa4d5sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375259453408264082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que antiguo me parece que pidas algo serio de mi, ahora que nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;empezó&lt;/span&gt; a gustar. Te da miedo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enamorarte perdido y locamente de mi&lt;/span&gt;, sabiendo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me gustan los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;demás&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; No me da igual que te sea indiferente, ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caerás&lt;/span&gt; en mis brazos. Insegura de repente, ¿ a donde podes ir ? ahora que nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acercábamos&lt;/span&gt; a algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No me da igual que te sea indiferente, ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caerás&lt;/span&gt; en&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mis brazos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Desconfió&lt;/span&gt; que me entiendas de verdad, y la verdad es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te amo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No me da igual que te sea indiferente, ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;caerás&lt;/span&gt; en mis brazos. No me da igual que te sea indiferente, ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;darás&lt;/span&gt; un paso en &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;falso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-5185324849281047850?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/5185324849281047850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-antiguo-me-parece-que-pidas-algo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5185324849281047850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/5185324849281047850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-antiguo-me-parece-que-pidas-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SpjB_lf1v5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/BblzNtK31lg/s72-c/45d5sa4d5sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-7894161047580901530</id><published>2009-08-28T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:44:56.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caminando estallando los dos, esperando volvernos a ver. El &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;rencor&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;existió&lt;/span&gt; para mi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yo te amo &lt;/span&gt;y siempre porque si. Yo no se &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;razonar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sensacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; solo puedo &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sentir y sentir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yo no se &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;razonar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sensacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; solo puedo &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/2935585668870802430-7894161047580901530?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/7894161047580901530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/caminando-estallando-los-dos-esperando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7894161047580901530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7894161047580901530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/caminando-estallando-los-dos-esperando.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1335765796547843257</id><published>2009-08-19T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:42:56.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SoxTXszYvhI/AAAAAAAAAmE/cPXBVr76JLI/s1600-h/1243576549197_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SoxTXszYvhI/AAAAAAAAAmE/cPXBVr76JLI/s400/1243576549197_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371760122174946834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Te amo tanto&lt;/span&gt;, te amo tanto amor y por nada en este mundo &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;me alejo yo de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-1335765796547843257?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1335765796547843257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-amo-tanto-te-amo-tanto-amor-y-por.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1335765796547843257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1335765796547843257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-amo-tanto-te-amo-tanto-amor-y-por.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SoxTXszYvhI/AAAAAAAAAmE/cPXBVr76JLI/s72-c/1243576549197_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1727094834342556270</id><published>2009-08-16T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:37:59.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Soh7uDoA1fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JbUwZYlrwWA/s1600-h/S4020489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Soh7uDoA1fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JbUwZYlrwWA/s400/S4020489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370678586816648690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hoy que me encuentro en un bar, me pongo a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; recordar&lt;/span&gt; y me pongo a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;llorar&lt;/span&gt;. Mil noches yo quisiera tomar, si no tengo tu amor ya no puedo vivir. Un ave que se fue con la primavera, descanso su volar en las puertas de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, me enseño a querer de verdad pero ahora me deja, y vuelve con su primer amor que muy lejos dejo. Hoy que me encuentro en un bar me pongo a recordar, y me pongo a llorar. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mil noches yo quisiera tomar, si no tengo tu amor, ya no puedo vivir. &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/2935585668870802430-1727094834342556270?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1727094834342556270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoy-que-me-encuentro-en-un-bar-me-pongo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1727094834342556270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1727094834342556270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoy-que-me-encuentro-en-un-bar-me-pongo.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Soh7uDoA1fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JbUwZYlrwWA/s72-c/S4020489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-3214142921823738153</id><published>2009-08-16T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:18:24.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sof0afSYaCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qfY9904r-Zg/s1600-h/5454545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sof0afSYaCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qfY9904r-Zg/s400/5454545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370529816574978082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No me arrepiento de este amor&lt;/span&gt;, auque me cueste &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el corazon&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; amar &lt;/span&gt;es un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;milagro&lt;/span&gt; y yo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te ame,&lt;/span&gt; como nunca&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; jamas&lt;/span&gt; lo imagine, quien va a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arrancarme&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu piel&lt;/span&gt;, de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;, de&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tu ayer&lt;/span&gt;, yo siento que la vida se nos va, y que el dia de hoy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no volvera&lt;/span&gt;. Despues de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cerrar las puertas&lt;/span&gt;, nuestra cama estara abierta, la&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; locura apasionada del amor&lt;/span&gt;, y entre un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te quiero y te quiero&lt;/span&gt;, vamos remontando el cielo, y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no puedo arrepentirme de este amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-3214142921823738153?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/3214142921823738153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-me-arrepiento-de-este-amor-auque-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3214142921823738153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3214142921823738153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-me-arrepiento-de-este-amor-auque-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sof0afSYaCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qfY9904r-Zg/s72-c/5454545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8059890763065391325</id><published>2009-08-16T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T04:14:49.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofqGrNuBnI/AAAAAAAAAlk/d46EvJU7S5Y/s1600-h/999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofqGrNuBnI/AAAAAAAAAlk/d46EvJU7S5Y/s400/999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370518481062987378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mirala&lt;/span&gt; ella esta &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cansada&lt;/span&gt; de estar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sola&lt;/span&gt; y de esperar la llamada de su &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amor &lt;/span&gt;que no responde, se pone su &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minifalda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;y se mira en el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;espejo&lt;/span&gt;, se monta en su carro y sola sale en&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; busca de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y ton ton ton, ella se &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enloquece&lt;/span&gt;, se envuelve con mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reggae&lt;/span&gt; y me pide, ton ton ton, anda suelta en la calle. Sube la falda y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dale&lt;/span&gt;, ton ton ton que la bese en la boca, la agarre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;´el pelo y que le de mas ton ton ton, y no se puede controlar. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ella te baila &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reggaeton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, y le gusta por un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;montón&lt;/span&gt;, te digo que ella es &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;seducción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, le mete con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sazón&lt;/span&gt; por eso yo no aguanto la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;presión&lt;/span&gt; de ver como se mueve la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;presión&lt;/span&gt;, de ver como se mueve en mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt;. Ella te baila con un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;corte modelando&lt;/span&gt;, con una figura que la pista esta &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;abusando&lt;/span&gt;, tiene a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todos los hombres&lt;/span&gt; en la disco &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;susurrando&lt;/span&gt;, pusieron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;reggaeton&lt;/span&gt; por eso se esta &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;calentando y quiere&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ton ton ton, ella se &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enloquece&lt;/span&gt;, se envuelve con mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;reggae&lt;/span&gt; y me pide, ton ton ton, anda suelta en la calle. Sube la falda y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dale&lt;/span&gt;, ton ton ton que la bese en la boca, la agarre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;´el pelo y que le de mas ton ton ton,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; y no se puede controlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/2935585668870802430-8059890763065391325?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8059890763065391325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/mirala-ella-esta-cansada-de-estar-sola.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8059890763065391325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8059890763065391325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/mirala-ella-esta-cansada-de-estar-sola.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofqGrNuBnI/AAAAAAAAAlk/d46EvJU7S5Y/s72-c/999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8835930987824077129</id><published>2009-08-16T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:32:19.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofccsNIDmI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XIUHDlxv9vU/s1600-h/44545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofccsNIDmI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XIUHDlxv9vU/s400/44545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370503466123267682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt; estoy yo para hacerte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt; una vez mas,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;confía&lt;/span&gt; en mi, deja tus miedos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, y ya veras. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt; estoy yo con un beso, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quemandome&lt;/span&gt; los labios, es para ti, puede &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu vida cambiar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dejame&lt;/span&gt; entrar&lt;/span&gt;. Le pido al sol que una estrella azul, viaje hasta ti y te enamore su luz. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt; estoy yo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abriéndote&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;, llenando tu falta de amor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cerrándole&lt;/span&gt; el paso al dolor, no temas yo te cuidare, solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aceptame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt; estoy yo para darte mi fuerza y mi aliento, y ayudarte a pintar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mariposa&lt;/span&gt; en la oscuridad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;serán&lt;/span&gt; de verdad. Quiero ser yo la  que despierte en ti nuevos sentimientos, y te enseña a querer y entregarte otra vez sin medir, los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;abrasos&lt;/span&gt; que de. Le pido a dios, un toque de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;inspiración&lt;/span&gt;, para decir lo que tu esperas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;oír&lt;/span&gt; de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt; estoy yo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abriéndote&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;, llenando tu falta de amor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cerrándole&lt;/span&gt; el paso al dolor, no temas yo te cuidare, solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aceptame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Dame&lt;/span&gt; tus alas, las voy a curar, y de mi mano te invito a volar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt; estoy yo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abriéndote&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;, llenando tu falta de amor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cerrándole&lt;/span&gt; el paso al dolor, no temas yo te cuidare,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; siempre te amare.&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&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/2935585668870802430-8835930987824077129?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8835930987824077129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/aqui-estoy-yo-para-hacerte-reir-una-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8835930987824077129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8835930987824077129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/aqui-estoy-yo-para-hacerte-reir-una-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofccsNIDmI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XIUHDlxv9vU/s72-c/44545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-6673455500193041247</id><published>2009-08-16T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:12:20.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofYLJEQnbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ivv4YtZ08cI/s1600-h/BARBIE+Y+YO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofYLJEQnbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ivv4YtZ08cI/s400/BARBIE+Y+YO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370498766586551730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ni siquiera&lt;/span&gt; te tengo y ya tengo miedo de perderte amor&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rápido&lt;/span&gt; se me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt; clavado, que dentro todo este dolor. Es poco lo que te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conozco&lt;/span&gt; y ya pongo todo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el juego a tu favor&lt;/span&gt;, no tengo miedo de apostarte, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perderte si me da pavor&lt;/span&gt;. No me queda  mas refugio que la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fantasía&lt;/span&gt;, no me queda mas que hacer, que hacerte una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;poesía&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Porque te vi venir y no dude, te vi llegar y te abrase, y puse toda mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pasión&lt;/span&gt; para que te quedaras&lt;/span&gt;, y luego te bese y me arriesgue con la verdad, te acaricie y al fin&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;abrí&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; para que tu pasaras&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mi amor te di sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;condición&lt;/span&gt; para que te quedaras&lt;/span&gt;. Ahora esperare algunos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; para ver si lo que te di fue suficiente, no sabes que terror se siente la espera cada madrugada, si tu ya &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no quisieras volver se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;perdería&lt;/span&gt; el sentido del amor por siempre&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;entendería&lt;/span&gt; ya este mundo, me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alearía&lt;/span&gt; de la gente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No me queda  mas refugio que la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fantasía&lt;/span&gt;, no me queda mas que hacer, que hacerte una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;poesía&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Porque te vi venir y no dude, te vi llegar y te abrase, y puse toda mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pasión&lt;/span&gt; para que te quedaras&lt;/span&gt;, y luego te bese y me arriesgue con la verdad, te acaricie y al fin&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;abrí&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; para que tu pasaras&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mi amor te di sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;condición&lt;/span&gt; para que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te quedaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-6673455500193041247?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/6673455500193041247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/aun-ni-siquiera-te-tengo-y-ya-tengo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6673455500193041247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6673455500193041247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/aun-ni-siquiera-te-tengo-y-ya-tengo.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofYLJEQnbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Ivv4YtZ08cI/s72-c/BARBIE+Y+YO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-3151220858089949351</id><published>2009-08-16T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:13:04.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofVC6wgbyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fYf57BjL7RY/s1600-h/FIOREE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofVC6wgbyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fYf57BjL7RY/s400/FIOREE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370495326771769122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y yo que hasta ayer solo fui una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;holgazán&lt;/span&gt;, y hoy soy guardiana de sus &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sueños de amor&lt;/span&gt;, lo quiero a morir. Puede destrozar todo aquello que ve,  porque el de un soplo lo vuelve a crear, como si nada, como si nada, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;. El para las horas de cada reloj, y me ayuda a pintar transparente el dolor con su sonrisa. Y me levanta una torre desde el cielo hasta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;, y me cose unas alas y me ayuda a subir a toda prisa, a toda prisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Conoces bien, cada guerra, cada herida, cada ser. Conoces bien cada guerra de la vida, y del amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt;. Me dibuja un paisaje y me lo hace vivir, en un bosque de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lápiz&lt;/span&gt; se apodera de mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Y me atrapa en un lazo que no aprieta jamas, como un nido de seda que no puedo soltar, no quiero soltar, no quiero soltar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Conoces bien, cada guerra, cada herida, cada ser.  Conoces bien cada guerra de la vida, y del amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt;. Porque yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Es que yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, el es lo que mas quiero yo, es que cuando me besa mi cuerpo me tiembla por eso lo quiero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo quiero a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Yo por el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me desespero&lt;/span&gt;, y por eso hoy mas lo quiero, y prometo quererlo hasta que me muero porque yo lo quiero,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo quiero a morir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-3151220858089949351?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/3151220858089949351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/y-yo-que-hasta-ayer-solo-fui-una.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3151220858089949351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/3151220858089949351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/y-yo-que-hasta-ayer-solo-fui-una.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofVC6wgbyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fYf57BjL7RY/s72-c/FIOREE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8288544899345809355</id><published>2009-08-16T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:34:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofROeXojuI/AAAAAAAAAks/pue_gfOevNE/s1600-h/S4020735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofROeXojuI/AAAAAAAAAks/pue_gfOevNE/s400/S4020735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370491127263170274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Crece, busca, juega, gana, tengo miedo de perderte sin tus besos no soy nada. Llora, vive, sueña, alcanza, te regalo nuestra estrella y me visto con tus alas. Pequeño amor, por siempre tu, pequeño amor, dame tu luz. Pequeño amor, quiero aprender, junto a tus ojos verme mujer, pequeño amor, verme mujer. Pequeño amor, por siempre tu, pequeño amor dame tu luz, pequeño amor yo quiero ser el que te enseñe a ser mujer, el que te enseñe a ser mujer. Mira, toca, espera, llega hasta  a mi con tu locura, yo te atrapo en mi ternura. Libre, vuelva, ama reina, de mi mundo eres el sol, de tu mundo soy tu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Pequeño amor, por siempre tu, pequeño amor, dame tu luz. Pequeño amor, quiero aprender, junto a tus ojos verme mujer, pequeño amor, verme mujer. Pequeño amor, por siempre tu, pequeño amor dame tu luz, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pequeño amor&lt;/span&gt; yo quiero ser el que te enseñe a ser mujer, el que te enseñe a ser mujer.&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/2935585668870802430-8288544899345809355?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8288544899345809355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/crece-busca-juega-gana-tengo-miedo-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8288544899345809355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8288544899345809355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/crece-busca-juega-gana-tengo-miedo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofROeXojuI/AAAAAAAAAks/pue_gfOevNE/s72-c/S4020735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-6427155601752615482</id><published>2009-08-16T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:24:11.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofN2jFQb_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/jvAuPEXIatc/s1600-h/5288_1173959799603_1546290725_453220_819773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofN2jFQb_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/jvAuPEXIatc/s400/5288_1173959799603_1546290725_453220_819773_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370487417676525554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adolecente&lt;/span&gt;, es un&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bicho diferente&lt;/span&gt;, adolecente no te acerques porque&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; muerde&lt;/span&gt;, adolecente ese &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grande bebe gigante&lt;/span&gt;, no me frentes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disfrutame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pagina en blanco estamos escribiendo, con los apuntes del crecimiento. Bomba del tiempo, explosiones sin aviso, futuro infierno esperanza en movimiento. Alma que baila llena de sentimientos, vamos al rescate de nuestros secretos. Plantas que crecen, caminos diferentes, todo a su tiempo, somos adolecentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adolecente&lt;/span&gt;, es un&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bicho diferente&lt;/span&gt;, adolecente no te acerques porque&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; muerde&lt;/span&gt;, adolecente ese &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grande bebe gigante&lt;/span&gt;, no me frentes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disfrutame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Protagonistas, nos buscamos en espejos, de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nuestra vida somos los dueños&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Equilibristas&lt;/span&gt; en la soga de los sueños, con o sin redes a cruzarla &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no te frenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adolecente&lt;/span&gt;, es un&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bicho diferente&lt;/span&gt;, adolecente no te acerques porque&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; muerde&lt;/span&gt;, adolecente ese &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grande bebe gigante&lt;/span&gt;, no me frentes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disfrutame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adolecente&lt;/span&gt;, es un&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bicho diferente&lt;/span&gt;, adolecente no te acerques porque&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; muerde&lt;/span&gt;, adolecente ese &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grande bebe gigante&lt;/span&gt;, no me frentes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acompañame&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/2935585668870802430-6427155601752615482?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/6427155601752615482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/adolecente-es-un-bicho-diferente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6427155601752615482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/6427155601752615482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/adolecente-es-un-bicho-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofN2jFQb_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/jvAuPEXIatc/s72-c/5288_1173959799603_1546290725_453220_819773_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8189873615047444004</id><published>2009-08-16T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:12:46.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofL7G0Gd-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/rPIS__Gz8AQ/s1600-h/S4020739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofL7G0Gd-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/rPIS__Gz8AQ/s400/S4020739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370485296964466658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabes, el&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; corazón&lt;/span&gt; a veces &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;llor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a. Y nadie se da cuenta porque no se ve, te duele todo adentro y estas sola, es que llego el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;momento de crecer&lt;/span&gt;. La vida pone pruebas a tu paso, algunas te&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lastiman&lt;/span&gt; y te hacen &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;caer&lt;/span&gt;, siempre estaré a tu al lado por si a caso, te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prenderé&lt;/span&gt; un luz, y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;podrás&lt;/span&gt; ver. Tengo el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aujeritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, y no me lo puedo curar, se me esta muriendo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a poquito&lt;/span&gt;, con cada dolor, se muere mas.Si tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; tiene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aujeritos&lt;/span&gt;, juntas lo podemos ayudar, vamos a curarlo con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mimitos&lt;/span&gt;, y con &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mucho amor &lt;/span&gt;se sanara. Sana, sana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aujeritos&lt;/span&gt;, sana, sana lo llenamos de&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;besitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sana, sana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt;, si no sana hoy sanara mañana, sana, sana&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; corazon con aujeritos.&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-8189873615047444004?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8189873615047444004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabes-el-corazon-veces-llor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8189873615047444004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8189873615047444004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabes-el-corazon-veces-llor.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SofL7G0Gd-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/rPIS__Gz8AQ/s72-c/S4020739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1511509593322256069</id><published>2009-08-10T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:13:20.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sn_VILAvDLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/q4rv9kVhi34/s1600-h/S40237623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sn_VILAvDLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/q4rv9kVhi34/s400/S40237623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368243617220463794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Siento lo mismo, me pasan cosas, que son tan tontas, que son tan locas. Siento un vacío, que no se llena, y siento frío, y mucha pena. Soy la que puedo, la que me dejan, la que se estrella, la que se aleja. Si estás tan solo, te doy mis alas, volemos juntos, y habrá un mañana. Siento que siento, una y mil veces, que nada es lo que parece. Siento que mienten, que no me entienden, no les importa o no me quieren. Es tan difícil, que me comprendas, soy una rara, mezcla de estrellas. Yo te prometo, que iré a buscarte, cuando yo crezca,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; no será tarde.&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/2935585668870802430-1511509593322256069?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1511509593322256069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/siento-lo-mismo-me-pasan-cosas-que-son.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1511509593322256069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1511509593322256069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/siento-lo-mismo-me-pasan-cosas-que-son.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sn_VILAvDLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/q4rv9kVhi34/s72-c/S40237623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-7958644448357127790</id><published>2009-08-09T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:37:10.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sn9rjnrKHRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/RhLOQEY5Ou8/s1600-h/5454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sn9rjnrKHRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/RhLOQEY5Ou8/s400/5454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368127540538514706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amigas!!!&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/2935585668870802430-7958644448357127790?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/7958644448357127790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/amigas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7958644448357127790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7958644448357127790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/08/amigas.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sn9rjnrKHRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/RhLOQEY5Ou8/s72-c/5454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8687503447579925236</id><published>2009-07-29T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:31:38.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SnCHb_Hw5wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7ODO4eqfR2c/s1600-h/OgAAAIDHZRqmvHcyUlct98zCiEWUKaIIyNI4u3GgnrY_br19rEfjQiJR2Ndxscv1FlvrYTcslhxk9KCQQih14Yv9RWoAm1T1UFuqFWNniuRigHvwF5r5k3TofHLJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SnCHb_Hw5wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7ODO4eqfR2c/s400/OgAAAIDHZRqmvHcyUlct98zCiEWUKaIIyNI4u3GgnrY_br19rEfjQiJR2Ndxscv1FlvrYTcslhxk9KCQQih14Yv9RWoAm1T1UFuqFWNniuRigHvwF5r5k3TofHLJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363936071068477186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;En la cama &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu y yo&lt;/span&gt;, en la cama &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;los dos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;haciendo el amor.&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/2935585668870802430-8687503447579925236?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8687503447579925236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-la-cama-tu-y-yo-en-la-cama-los-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8687503447579925236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8687503447579925236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-la-cama-tu-y-yo-en-la-cama-los-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SnCHb_Hw5wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7ODO4eqfR2c/s72-c/OgAAAIDHZRqmvHcyUlct98zCiEWUKaIIyNI4u3GgnrY_br19rEfjQiJR2Ndxscv1FlvrYTcslhxk9KCQQih14Yv9RWoAm1T1UFuqFWNniuRigHvwF5r5k3TofHLJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-7322123491007561415</id><published>2009-07-29T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:29:14.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SnCELQ6fFkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/W5xUY015lKY/s1600-h/OgAAADam6GaH4kfGxfqOqFP1NrNspDYN-Csr_NXEga5bZzyfHMII3XUDjBP0znf0R6WxtKLvXejXVgdFBFWgy8xlhEoAm1T1UFz2auLqtc71tKSaDzhdKz7R92X5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SnCELQ6fFkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/W5xUY015lKY/s400/OgAAADam6GaH4kfGxfqOqFP1NrNspDYN-Csr_NXEga5bZzyfHMII3XUDjBP0znf0R6WxtKLvXejXVgdFBFWgy8xlhEoAm1T1UFz2auLqtc71tKSaDzhdKz7R92X5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363932485251962434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que ganas de no verte nunca mas&lt;/span&gt;, aunque me muera. Hacerme de coraje y escapar por esa puerta. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que ganas de no verte nunca mas&lt;/span&gt;, y ser valiente. Decirte que con el estoy mejor, que me comprende. A el le sobra el tiempo como a mi, a el le arde la sangre como a mi. Con el me encuentro nueva, tan dispuesta, tan entera, tan mujer de carne y hueso para dar. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que ganas de no verte nunca ma&lt;/span&gt;s, que ganas de no verte nunca mas. Que ganas de cerrar este capitulo en mi vida, donde fuiste una mentira y nada mas. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que ganas de no verte nunca mas&lt;/span&gt;, que ganas de no verte nunca mas. A verme dado cuenta, que contigo estoy desierta, que no tengo mas paciencia que inventar. Que ganas de no verte nunca mas. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que ganas de no verte nunca mas,&lt;/span&gt; te lo confieso, no pidas que me vuelva a equivocar, no pigas eso. A el le sobra el tiempo como a mi, a el le arde la sangre como a mi. Con el me encuentro nueva, tan dispuesta tan entera, tan mujer de carne y hueso para dar.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que ganas de no verte nunca mas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que ganas de no verte nunca mas&lt;/span&gt;. Que ganas de cerrar este capitulo en mi vida, donde fuiste una mentira y nada mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que ganas de no verte nunca mas, que ganas de no verte nunca mas&lt;/span&gt;. A verme dado cuenta, que contigo estoy desierta, que no tengo mas paciencia que inventar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que ganas de no verte nunca mas.&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-7322123491007561415?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/7322123491007561415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/que-ganas-de-no-verte-nunca-mas-aunque.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7322123491007561415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7322123491007561415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/que-ganas-de-no-verte-nunca-mas-aunque.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/SnCELQ6fFkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/W5xUY015lKY/s72-c/OgAAADam6GaH4kfGxfqOqFP1NrNspDYN-Csr_NXEga5bZzyfHMII3XUDjBP0znf0R6WxtKLvXejXVgdFBFWgy8xlhEoAm1T1UFz2auLqtc71tKSaDzhdKz7R92X5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-7556184934216899064</id><published>2009-07-27T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:35:39.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm5wd2Bj0DI/AAAAAAAAAhM/DdP5rFoUeYg/s1600-h/OgAAAAcdHn2UWMgilbpqhcDGae1ip1K9-tOQ4YWHq5ewYuXlPWfSNLOOHOsn5taPoGvovASxRzfYxbctV-Jeul1Nh3AAm1T1UGFsMcSfJfeVL2qtjXZXE6iiAINo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm5wd2Bj0DI/AAAAAAAAAhM/DdP5rFoUeYg/s400/OgAAAAcdHn2UWMgilbpqhcDGae1ip1K9-tOQ4YWHq5ewYuXlPWfSNLOOHOsn5taPoGvovASxRzfYxbctV-Jeul1Nh3AAm1T1UGFsMcSfJfeVL2qtjXZXE6iiAINo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363347864265412658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hablame de ti&lt;/span&gt;, cuentame de tu vida, sabes tu muy bien que yo estoy convencida, de que tu no puedes, y auque intentes olvidarme, siempre volveras, una y otra vez, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una y otra vez, siempre volveras.&lt;/span&gt; Y auque ya no sientas mas amor por mi, solo rencor, yo tampoco tengo nada que sentir y eso es peor, pero te extraño,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mi amor te extraño&lt;/span&gt;, no cabe duda que es verdad que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la costumbre, es mas fuerte que el amor.&lt;/span&gt; Se que tu no puedes y auque intentes olvidarme, siempre volver una y otra vez, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una y otra vez siempre volveras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y auque ya no sientas mas amor por mi, solo rencor, yo tampoco tengo nada que sentir y eso es peor, pero te extraño,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mi amor te extraño&lt;/span&gt;, no cabe duda que es verdad que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;la costumbre es mas fuerte que el amor.&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-7556184934216899064?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/7556184934216899064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/hablame-de-ti-cuentame-de-tu-vida-sabes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7556184934216899064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7556184934216899064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/hablame-de-ti-cuentame-de-tu-vida-sabes.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm5wd2Bj0DI/AAAAAAAAAhM/DdP5rFoUeYg/s72-c/OgAAAAcdHn2UWMgilbpqhcDGae1ip1K9-tOQ4YWHq5ewYuXlPWfSNLOOHOsn5taPoGvovASxRzfYxbctV-Jeul1Nh3AAm1T1UGFsMcSfJfeVL2qtjXZXE6iiAINo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1061666659143303693</id><published>2009-07-27T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:07:24.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm5GXfIzTWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wan40zeY6_M/s1600-h/OgAAAEczdDk5K5zzlLl8fIjcLvAXZcI_5GPSay1Xxrfby2NtfyV33qMJNORMbqprhrqlpd63F4ZdFmYnvAwrTQs2ehgAm1T1UK5DMWFRhAFiAWa5mS8dRb1MVtht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm5GXfIzTWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wan40zeY6_M/s400/OgAAAEczdDk5K5zzlLl8fIjcLvAXZcI_5GPSay1Xxrfby2NtfyV33qMJNORMbqprhrqlpd63F4ZdFmYnvAwrTQs2ehgAm1T1UK5DMWFRhAFiAWa5mS8dRb1MVtht.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363301575554190690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ella dice que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no cree en el amor&lt;/span&gt;, porque mucho sufrió al lado de&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; el&lt;/span&gt;. Dice que quiere vivir en soledad, que mejor estar sola, que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mal acompañada&lt;/span&gt;. Ese hombre le robo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;su corazón&lt;/span&gt;, le hizo mil promesas, que nunca le cumplió, y es por eso que hoy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no cree en el amor&lt;/span&gt;, y se muere de pena, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;llorando en un rincón&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Y el quien es?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;' hacer sufrir a una mujer, que le &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entrego su corazón, y su querer.&lt;/span&gt; Y hoy pierdo yo, que de verdad &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la quiero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de veras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, al &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;descubrir su &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;, su vida entera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ¿Y el quien es?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;' hacer sufrir a una mujer, que le &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;entrego su corazón, y su querer.&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-1061666659143303693?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1061666659143303693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/ella-dice-que-no-cree-en-el-amor-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1061666659143303693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1061666659143303693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/ella-dice-que-no-cree-en-el-amor-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm5GXfIzTWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/wan40zeY6_M/s72-c/OgAAAEczdDk5K5zzlLl8fIjcLvAXZcI_5GPSay1Xxrfby2NtfyV33qMJNORMbqprhrqlpd63F4ZdFmYnvAwrTQs2ehgAm1T1UK5DMWFRhAFiAWa5mS8dRb1MVtht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-36498343234838080</id><published>2009-07-27T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:55:36.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3LH7OHmeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_lmqxgeMl0A/s1600-h/OQAAAHbJgwyrGKxJHQEOhyrWPkOgoUVszNxc-C_Yey1z0oB37N-LfojHZ9_jhwEjMPME9daT55vpahEHPGw5N_jYKPwAm1T1UOo8DhZMihIHw0NmX6ombLWbvYH6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3LH7OHmeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_lmqxgeMl0A/s400/OQAAAHbJgwyrGKxJHQEOhyrWPkOgoUVszNxc-C_Yey1z0oB37N-LfojHZ9_jhwEjMPME9daT55vpahEHPGw5N_jYKPwAm1T1UOo8DhZMihIHw0NmX6ombLWbvYH6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363166068284561890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿como te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?.&lt;/span&gt; Eras todo lo mas grande y te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Lo mas bueno y lo mas lindo, tan perfecto para mi. Te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conocí&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aprendí&lt;/span&gt; a mirar, a reconocer en mi, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;podia&lt;/span&gt; soñar con amarte, con amarte y ser feliz. Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;asi&lt;/span&gt; te fuiste sin un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt;, y ahora comprendo que sola estoy. Bonito mio, lindo de amar, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿cuantos amores en tu vida encontraras?&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bonito mio&lt;/span&gt;, lindo de amar, yo te prometo que siempre te voy amar,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; te voy amar&lt;/span&gt;. Te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, hoy estoy sin ti, y por eso el mundo es tan oscuro para mi. Mueren noches, llueven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;, pero tu no estas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;, y ahora comprendo que sola estoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bonito mio&lt;/span&gt;, lindo de amar, yo te prometo que siempre te voy amar,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te voy amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-36498343234838080?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/36498343234838080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-perdi-como-te-perdi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/36498343234838080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/36498343234838080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-perdi-como-te-perdi.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3LH7OHmeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_lmqxgeMl0A/s72-c/OQAAAHbJgwyrGKxJHQEOhyrWPkOgoUVszNxc-C_Yey1z0oB37N-LfojHZ9_jhwEjMPME9daT55vpahEHPGw5N_jYKPwAm1T1UOo8DhZMihIHw0NmX6ombLWbvYH6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-115268579301540966</id><published>2009-07-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:41:05.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3HY-91CbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IH-ybd90FFg/s1600-h/OgAAAC06z2T3H8yoAK4_mGDOb5mWPpBt8-QXbNHvxJrX48JmoIFZClH8vX0X0Jq1T_NhG3JZYP-YyyT5LYh4Tg2W0wcAm1T1UIsG8nk5xz8M61oZp3U9B8I9egH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3HY-91CbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IH-ybd90FFg/s400/OgAAAC06z2T3H8yoAK4_mGDOb5mWPpBt8-QXbNHvxJrX48JmoIFZClH8vX0X0Jq1T_NhG3JZYP-YyyT5LYh4Tg2W0wcAm1T1UIsG8nk5xz8M61oZp3U9B8I9egH1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363161963301243314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3HBaD7iPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8IvO8INCzPw/s1600-h/Z1iupdz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Y yo te voy esperar, y no me voy a pintar, yo se que te gusto mucho cuando me vez natural, y llegare tan puntual no quiero perder mas tiempo, cada segundo que tardas es un beso que te resto. Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pondré&lt;/span&gt; el vestido ese que te gusta mas, dejare mi pelo suelto para que baile en el viento, y en nuestra esquina siempre el aire, siempre el fumado. Porque en todas las ventas el amor se esta asomando. Pero no vino nunca no llego, y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mi vestido azul&lt;/span&gt; se me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arrugo&lt;/span&gt;, y esta esquina &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no es mi esquina&lt;/span&gt;, y este amor, ya&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; no es mi amor&lt;/span&gt;. Pero no vino nunca no llego, y yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jamas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sabré&lt;/span&gt; lo&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; que paso&lt;/span&gt;, me fui llorando despacio, me fui &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dejando el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y me robaste la esquina, y me quede tan perdida, a donde vuelan mis sueños, a un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;callejón&lt;/span&gt; sin salida. Y me quite mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vestido&lt;/span&gt; que tanto te gusta, total ya me siento desnuda, total ya no tengo nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3HBaD7iPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8IvO8INCzPw/s1600-h/Z1iupdz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Pero no vino nunca no llego, y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mi vestido azul&lt;/span&gt; se me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arrugo&lt;/span&gt;, y esta esquina &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no es mi esquina&lt;/span&gt;, y este amor, ya&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; no es mi amor&lt;/span&gt;. Pero no vino nunca no llego, y yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jamas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sabré&lt;/span&gt; lo&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; que paso&lt;/span&gt;, me fui llorando despacio, me fui &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dejando el corazon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Y el no vino nunca, no llego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-115268579301540966?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/115268579301540966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-yo-te-voy-esperar-y-no-me-voy-pintar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/115268579301540966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/115268579301540966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-yo-te-voy-esperar-y-no-me-voy-pintar.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3HY-91CbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IH-ybd90FFg/s72-c/OgAAAC06z2T3H8yoAK4_mGDOb5mWPpBt8-QXbNHvxJrX48JmoIFZClH8vX0X0Jq1T_NhG3JZYP-YyyT5LYh4Tg2W0wcAm1T1UIsG8nk5xz8M61oZp3U9B8I9egH1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-7899615602087112530</id><published>2009-07-27T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:37:10.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3Ek2MAmGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/nOwmxvgTYjQ/s1600-h/OgAAAHUMeYufGLqN24jMqWBUn-_d84J7VKTk9wmWqwQfE0v9DziKlwB5JIBx0YW-ZFo9QuQg73h1atW7p3spwdKHxn8Am1T1UH6MSyyj4-87Komk8ASsHO_-oJc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3Ek2MAmGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/nOwmxvgTYjQ/s400/OgAAAHUMeYufGLqN24jMqWBUn-_d84J7VKTk9wmWqwQfE0v9DziKlwB5JIBx0YW-ZFo9QuQg73h1atW7p3spwdKHxn8Am1T1UH6MSyyj4-87Komk8ASsHO_-oJc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363158868568348770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Quien? no lloro, como me sucede a mi, amar como ame, y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te olvida&lt;/span&gt;. ¿A quien? no le paso, que lo dejaron de querer, por otro amor por &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;otra piel&lt;/span&gt;. ¿Y quien?, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aprendió&lt;/span&gt; a llorar, a ver a que no le a tocado.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Que levante la mano, quien no lloro un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt;, que levante la mano, quien no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sufrió&lt;/span&gt; por amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que levante la mano, quien no lloro un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt;, que levante la mano, quien no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sufrió&lt;/span&gt; por amor. &lt;/span&gt;Que sabe, aquel que nunca amo, lo triste de&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decepción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sufrí&lt;/span&gt; un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desengaño&lt;/span&gt;, enamorada mas que nunca era el amor &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;equibocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ¿Y quien? no &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;perdió&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; amor&lt;/span&gt;, a ver al que no le a pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que levante la mano, quien no lloro un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt;, que levante la mano, quien no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sufrió&lt;/span&gt; por amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que levante la mano, quien no lloro un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt;, que levante la mano, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quien no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sufrió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; por amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-7899615602087112530?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/7899615602087112530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/quien-no-lloro-como-me-sucede-mi-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7899615602087112530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/7899615602087112530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/quien-no-lloro-como-me-sucede-mi-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm3Ek2MAmGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/nOwmxvgTYjQ/s72-c/OgAAAHUMeYufGLqN24jMqWBUn-_d84J7VKTk9wmWqwQfE0v9DziKlwB5JIBx0YW-ZFo9QuQg73h1atW7p3spwdKHxn8Am1T1UH6MSyyj4-87Komk8ASsHO_-oJc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-8541897945091362173</id><published>2009-07-27T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:38:39.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm2_P1iDFlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZgKBXHVWOMA/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm2_P1iDFlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZgKBXHVWOMA/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363153010056959570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt; no fue hallarte, el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema &lt;/span&gt;es &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;. El &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt; no es tu ausencia, el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt; es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te espero&lt;/span&gt;. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es problema, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me duele&lt;/span&gt;. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es que mientas, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; es que&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; te creo&lt;/span&gt;. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;juegues&lt;/span&gt;, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; es que es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conmigo&lt;/span&gt;. Si me gustaste por ser libre, quien soy yo  para cambiarte. Si me quede queriendo solo, ¿como hacer para obligarte? el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es quererte, es que tu no sientas lo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mismo.&lt;/span&gt; ¿Y como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desaseare&lt;/span&gt; de ti, si no te tengo? ¿Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos? ? ¿Como encontrarle una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pesta&lt;/span&gt;ña a lo que nunca tubo ojos? ¿ Como encontrar en plataforma a lo que siempre fue un barranco? ¿Como encontrar en la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ala sena&lt;/span&gt; los besos que no me diste? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ¿Y como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desasearé&lt;/span&gt; de ti, si no te tengo? ¿Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos? es que el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es cambiarte, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no quiero&lt;/span&gt;. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es que duela, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; es que me gusta. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a no es el daño, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; son &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;las huellas&lt;/span&gt;. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es lo que haces, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; es que lo olvido. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no es que digas, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; es lo que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;callas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ¿Y como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;desaserme&lt;/span&gt; de ti, si no te tengo? ¿Como alejarme de ti si estas tan lejos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt; no fue hallarte, el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema &lt;/span&gt;es &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es que mientas, el problema es que te creo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no es cambiarte, el problema es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no quiero&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es quererte, es que tu no sientas lo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mismo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; no es que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;juegues&lt;/span&gt;, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; es que es que&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; conmigo.&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-8541897945091362173?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/8541897945091362173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-problema-no-fue-hallarte-el-problema.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8541897945091362173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/8541897945091362173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-problema-no-fue-hallarte-el-problema.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm2_P1iDFlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZgKBXHVWOMA/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-1780513475449262858</id><published>2009-07-27T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:29:20.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm217xpAqxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xGhH4bwNPEc/s1600-h/OgAAAKqkqqSOFhtQiUko05oTXvWPyh8YpGpCYSch5LeJBmjMUQ-a_FVrirDUwI-KyIwdaoroKOF9d2C7DZj3Ex7jMykAm1T1UITgjrpE6C9XPkouhIaJ_OJBgrtx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm217xpAqxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xGhH4bwNPEc/s400/OgAAAKqkqqSOFhtQiUko05oTXvWPyh8YpGpCYSch5LeJBmjMUQ-a_FVrirDUwI-KyIwdaoroKOF9d2C7DZj3Ex7jMykAm1T1UITgjrpE6C9XPkouhIaJ_OJBgrtx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363142769810385682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sin verguenza&lt;/span&gt;, es tan solo lo que eres, no vez que no siento nada porque no te vas de aqui, que te piensas que me quedare llorando, hace mucho que aprendido a poder estar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sin ti&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caradura&lt;/span&gt; que te crees importante, el mas macho para el mundo, pero el mas&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; cobarde aqui&lt;/span&gt;, si te vieran como lloras de rodillas, pidiendo que te perdone, que sin mi vas a morir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Infeliz&lt;/span&gt;, tu no sabes otra cosa que dar lastima y mentir, esa fama de atorrante que te hiciste por ahi, se te termino aquel dia que otro hombre conoci. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Infeliz&lt;/span&gt; ya cualquiera te señala cuando dicen ahi va &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el gil&lt;/span&gt;, es tiempo que te des cuenta pero la vida es asi, de mi mucho te reiste, y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hoy me rio yo de ti&lt;/span&gt;. Hoy recuerdo, cuantas noches eh pasado esperando que vinieras, y hasta resando por ti, aun sabiendo que al llegar solo gritabas, compàrandome con locas que pagabas por ahi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caradura&lt;/span&gt; que te crees importante, el mas macho para el mundo, pero el mas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cobarde aqui&lt;/span&gt;, si te vieran como lloras de rodillas, pidiendo que te perdone, que sin mi vas a morir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Infeliz&lt;/span&gt;, tu no sabes otra cosa que dar lastima y mentir, esa fama de atorrante que te hiciste por ahi, se te termino aquel dia que otro hombre conoci.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Infeliz &lt;/span&gt;ya cualquiera te señala cuando dicen ahi va &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el gil,&lt;/span&gt; es tiempo que te des cuenta pero la vida es asi, de mi mucho te reiste, y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hoy me rio yo de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2935585668870802430-1780513475449262858?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/1780513475449262858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/sin-verguenza-es-tan-solo-lo-que-eres.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1780513475449262858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/1780513475449262858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/sin-verguenza-es-tan-solo-lo-que-eres.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm217xpAqxI/AAAAAAAAAgE/xGhH4bwNPEc/s72-c/OgAAAKqkqqSOFhtQiUko05oTXvWPyh8YpGpCYSch5LeJBmjMUQ-a_FVrirDUwI-KyIwdaoroKOF9d2C7DZj3Ex7jMykAm1T1UITgjrpE6C9XPkouhIaJ_OJBgrtx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-252819412150381860</id><published>2009-07-27T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:07:07.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm2xPItPaTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vo_FyDITyHw/s1600-h/OgAAABN__dDL-4bkBTISloxpFsSMiD9kINeEk2xGqVS9im4zxSMErgNVn3N5I8TPV1lyy2V_1DUSvebUlmoZ_W7wDsAAm1T1UBAgGljoPsUHROTWN4PFCqOH2TLW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm2xPItPaTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vo_FyDITyHw/s400/OgAAABN__dDL-4bkBTISloxpFsSMiD9kINeEk2xGqVS9im4zxSMErgNVn3N5I8TPV1lyy2V_1DUSvebUlmoZ_W7wDsAAm1T1UBAgGljoPsUHROTWN4PFCqOH2TLW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363137604861520178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Porque siempre andas preguntando, como es que estoy viviendo desde que me dejaste? ¿ Porque me buscan tus amigos? se ve que necesitas que de mi puedan contarte, me vez y enseguida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sonríes&lt;/span&gt;, no se lo que pretendes, ni que quieres demostrarme. Ya no puedo confiar en ti, soy feliz y no estas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sorbervia&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hará&lt;/span&gt; muy mal, se que vas a sufrir. Ya no puedo confiar en ti,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; soy feliz y no estas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sorbervia&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hara&lt;/span&gt; muy mal, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se te van a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ¿Porque ahora que me vez sola intentas acercarte, y tratar seducirme? porque te acordaste muy tarde, se bien que te molesta verme libre y no estar triste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya no puedo confiar en ti, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soy feliz y no estas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sorbervia&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hará&lt;/span&gt; muy mal, se que vas a sufrir. Ya no puedo confiar en ti, soy feliz y no estas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sorbervia&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hará&lt;/span&gt; muy mal, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;se te van a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/2935585668870802430-252819412150381860?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/252819412150381860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-siempre-andas-preguntando-como.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/252819412150381860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/252819412150381860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-siempre-andas-preguntando-como.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm2xPItPaTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/vo_FyDITyHw/s72-c/OgAAABN__dDL-4bkBTISloxpFsSMiD9kINeEk2xGqVS9im4zxSMErgNVn3N5I8TPV1lyy2V_1DUSvebUlmoZ_W7wDsAAm1T1UBAgGljoPsUHROTWN4PFCqOH2TLW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-457020526191844165</id><published>2009-07-27T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:40:26.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm2qrOTydyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Yb8a2Xf7irM/s1600-h/OQAAAOHBVbV2zSzjWYKNx3QTZaazMpUJ-9duXyGlD_SOOxRXFdHlcI2poh8E-XHenLxw67EzCpzWaQBYuyO62BpJRysAm1T1UI9HxXTmZ-H1rUuAgGrK-INLlsHt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm2qrOTydyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Yb8a2Xf7irM/s400/OQAAAOHBVbV2zSzjWYKNx3QTZaazMpUJ-9duXyGlD_SOOxRXFdHlcI2poh8E-XHenLxw67EzCpzWaQBYuyO62BpJRysAm1T1UI9HxXTmZ-H1rUuAgGrK-INLlsHt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363130390820321058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Porque me dices que tu vida es diferente, y que te vas de mi lado para siempre? te confieso que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; ya no soy feliz, es que me voy con el hombre que me ama. Hoy fue mi error, es un pecado quererte, pero igual hoy te deseo buena suerte. No condenes a ese hombre por favor, se que me marcho pero no es mi gran motivo. Amigo ya tu bien haz escuchado, debes comprender ya no te sigue amando, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt; sido tu culpa si ella elije otro camino, si de los prefiere estar conmigo. Sera mejor, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;comiese&lt;/span&gt; a olvidarte, ya me di cuenta que tu amigo es mi amante. Terminemos dejar de actuar por favor, si fuiste tu quien me enseño a querer lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ajeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amigo ya tu bien haz escuchado, debes comprender ya no te sigue amando, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt; sido tu culpa si ella elije otro camino, si de los prefiere estar conmigo.                        &lt;br /&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/2935585668870802430-457020526191844165?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/457020526191844165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-me-dices-que-tu-vida-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/457020526191844165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/457020526191844165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-me-dices-que-tu-vida-es.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm2qrOTydyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Yb8a2Xf7irM/s72-c/OQAAAOHBVbV2zSzjWYKNx3QTZaazMpUJ-9duXyGlD_SOOxRXFdHlcI2poh8E-XHenLxw67EzCpzWaQBYuyO62BpJRysAm1T1UI9HxXTmZ-H1rUuAgGrK-INLlsHt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2935585668870802430.post-825549107367318377</id><published>2009-07-27T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:24:47.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm19q4BbB5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/-XFJH21nSgY/s1600-h/OgAAADS1fXYkAC-ZQokQa5j1ohHuzQ1VQW94eidVYQeLwqc6T8AsFn6sZHJ6EmtVz2SeN0fdhzZiIt5_3VSSRpZh8boAm1T1UFV4uU1lW5b1jUXy4VyjF-z_BD4P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm19q4BbB5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/-XFJH21nSgY/s400/OgAAADS1fXYkAC-ZQokQa5j1ohHuzQ1VQW94eidVYQeLwqc6T8AsFn6sZHJ6EmtVz2SeN0fdhzZiIt5_3VSSRpZh8boAm1T1UFV4uU1lW5b1jUXy4VyjF-z_BD4P.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363080906814457746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amigo tengo el corazón herido, el hombre que yo quiero se me va, lo estoy perdiendo, estoy sufriendo, llorando de impotencia, no puedo retenerlo. Amiga mientras quede una esperanza, tu tienes que luchar por ese amor, si el es el hombre de tu vida, no te des nunca por vencida, que valga todo si se lucha por amor. ¿Como puedo hacer? entrega todo, todo se lo di, inventa un modo, no es posible que se pueda querer mas, pensando así lo perderás. ¿Y si el se va?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  lo habrás perdido, ¿que me quedara? lo que has vivido&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;tu consejo no me aleja del dolor, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;son cosas del amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amigo yo no se que esta pasando, sera que abra encontrado otra mujer, ya no es el mismo, su indiferencia la siento por las noches, rechaza mi presencia. Amiga no sera que has descuidado, la forma de buscarlo en el amor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quizás&lt;/span&gt; es la casa, la rutina, se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt; convertido en tu enemiga, y esta pagando un alto precio por tu error.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ¿Como puedo hacer? entrega todo, todo se lo di, inventa un modo, no es posible que se pueda querer mas, pensando así lo perderás. ¿Y si el se va?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  lo habrás perdido, ¿que me quedara? lo que has vivido&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;tu consejo no me aleja del dolor,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; son cosas del amor.&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/2935585668870802430-825549107367318377?l=sweet-whims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/feeds/825549107367318377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/amigo-tengo-el-corazon-herido-el-hombre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/825549107367318377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2935585668870802430/posts/default/825549107367318377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-whims.blogspot.com/2009/07/amigo-tengo-el-corazon-herido-el-hombre.html' title=''/><author><name>lacaprichota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01424363216713381026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg2r0nH-33U/Sm19q4BbB5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/-XFJH21nSgY/s72-c/OgAAADS1fXYkAC-ZQokQa5j1ohHuzQ1VQW94eidVYQeLwqc6T8AsFn6sZHJ6EmtVz2SeN0fdhzZiIt5_3VSSRpZh8boAm1T1UFV4uU1lW5b1jUXy4VyjF-z_BD4P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
