tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54594970527350327712011-04-21T14:44:19.758-07:00A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-51117329046202658722007-07-23T20:03:00.000-07:002007-07-23T20:38:00.340-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Felizz cumple!!</strong></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RqVt-69XvYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QjTDECKDGq4/s1600-h/anniv-07.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090595881558195586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RqVt-69XvYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QjTDECKDGq4/s320/anniv-07.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Adrys</span></strong></div><p> </p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RqVzdK9XvZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SbfWWk0QLfo/s1600-h/peter2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090601898807377298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RqVzdK9XvZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SbfWWk0QLfo/s320/peter2.gif" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Se felizz<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /></p><span style="font-size:180%;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*******<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-5111732904620265872?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-74357455663159883252007-07-20T13:56:00.000-07:002007-07-20T13:58:32.881-07:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8pGgXwPKlSY"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8pGgXwPKlSY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Para vos hermano te adoro sabelo sos mi amigo aunq el titulo es de hermano<br />y para easas personitas de mi blog que siempre estan conmigo.<br /><br />gracias <br /><br /> feliz dia!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-7435745566315988325?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-28540682936670612412007-07-11T20:57:00.000-07:002007-07-11T21:07:46.461-07:00Que podés hacer algo concreto por las escuelas y los chicos con ganas de estudiar?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RpWoMEu8cqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/O2eCX_1EZ0k/s1600-h/Foto%20chicos%20en%20escuela%20rural.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086156279567381154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RpWoMEu8cqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/O2eCX_1EZ0k/s320/Foto%2520chicos%2520en%2520escuela%2520rural.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.apaer.org.ar/">http://www.apaer.org.ar/</a><br /><br /><br />Un maestro que hace a la vez de cocinero y enfermero; 20 chicos de edades y niveles diferentes en una misma aula con piso de barro, muchos de ellos con los estómagos vacíos; 30 kilómetros de caminata por tierra desde el pueblo más cercano; y ningún guardapolvo blanco. La realidad de las escuelas rurales del país parece invisible desde Buenos Aires. <br /><br /><br /><br />......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-2854068293667061241?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-58801139905494701792007-07-10T16:08:00.000-07:002007-07-10T16:17:19.076-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RpQSxNZryZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Mno0377ZOpI/s1600-h/DSCN8513.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085710515828410770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RpQSxNZryZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Mno0377ZOpI/s320/DSCN8513.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RpQSTtZryXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DQagCXLCkAo/s1600-h/DSCN8500.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085710009022269810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RpQSTtZryXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DQagCXLCkAo/s320/DSCN8500.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RpQSUNZryYI/AAAAAAAAAII/Uub52Ndm9oQ/s1600-h/DSCN8524.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085710017612204418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RpQSUNZryYI/AAAAAAAAAII/Uub52Ndm9oQ/s320/DSCN8524.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>No hay palabras</div><div>Ver tanta gente sonriendo</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-5880113990549470179?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-79497438222024456762007-06-20T19:14:00.000-07:002007-06-20T19:24:58.826-07:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kV8AjJSxFqc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kV8AjJSxFqc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><strong>Esta noche</strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfhn1l5z5uM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfhn1l5z5uM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />me encantaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa<br /><br />;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-7949743822202445676?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-46219483722864291642007-06-20T18:32:00.000-07:002007-06-20T18:32:51.913-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RnnT89vlRXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d9TN6tqGDOo/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078323099156694386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RnnT89vlRXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d9TN6tqGDOo/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div align="center">Tandil me dejo sin palabras.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Cansada pero Feliz de tanto viaje</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Mardel,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Balcarce,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Pinamar,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Gessel.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Tandil me trajo lindos recuerdos cuando ibamos con la escuela de campamento</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">en carpa obvio ...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">;)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-4621948372286429164?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-87243295524849015902007-06-15T19:01:00.000-07:002007-06-15T19:01:00.998-07:00Tandil.<br />Mardel....<br /><br />Asi echa percha me voy......<br /><br />Pense........<br />Q el dia del padre podrias estar conmigo hermanito<br />pero nop<br /><br />Asi q me voy resfriada......<br /><br />Para los que tienen papis disfrutenlo.<br />y los q no....<br /> esta en nuestros recuerdos.......<br /><br />Pa Te extraño mucho no pq es " el dia del padre"<br />sabes q no hay un puto dia q no mire tu foto<br />LA BESO<br />LA MIRO<br />HASTA LE HABLO<br /><br />besosconsoles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-8724329552484901590?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-68225426231728786562007-06-06T15:07:00.001-07:002007-06-06T15:08:16.503-07:00**<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RmcvOtvlRWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RcTHR1krVbc/s1600-h/DSCN7572.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073075435099997538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RmcvOtvlRWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RcTHR1krVbc/s320/DSCN7572.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">**</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Muchas veces cuando estoy con bajon me pierdo mirando el cielo..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">y nu se d alguna forma me siento menos triste.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">A vos t digo TQM sabelo</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Si vos estas triste lo estoy yo .</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">bechos </span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">**</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-6822542623172878656?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-75662204121277606252007-05-31T11:52:00.000-07:002007-05-31T12:00:20.749-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rl8Z1T3R1CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lq8Z4PbAfg8/s1600-h/fresquete.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070800109098357794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rl8Z1T3R1CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lq8Z4PbAfg8/s320/fresquete.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />No entiendo pq ponerse de novio significa borrar los amigos<br />No hay tiempo para juntarnos tan solo para tomar unos mates ....ni hablar de salir<br />me jode mucho esas actitudes .<br />Todas esatan mas que de novios,como casadas.....<br />somos 4 ....<br />Una sin novio ......Yo ;)<br /><br />Presiento que va ser largo el invierno<br />y como eso fuera poco:<br />el combo va con una gripe terrible<br />fiebre.....y cero ganas de todo en este estado de.......<br /><br /><br />Nada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-7566220412127760625?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-38361644853845693492007-05-29T18:04:00.000-07:002007-05-29T18:09:35.784-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RlzMqz3R1BI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tqWVz38sRt4/s1600-h/139897634.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070152316360971282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RlzMqz3R1BI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tqWVz38sRt4/s320/139897634.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong>Una empresa americana llamada </strong><a href="http://www.cutecircuit.com/"><strong>http://www.cutecircuit.com/</strong></a><strong> especialista en ropa interactiva ha desarrollado este increible invento para enviar abrazos vía bluetooth a tus colegas.<br /><br /><br />Ahora ya no hace falta tener a alguien cerca para darle un “caluroso” abrazo.<br />INCREIBLE!<br /><br />voy a tener que comprar una para pasar el invierno!!<br /><br />naaaaaaa!<br /><br />no hay nada mejor que un buen abrazo HUMANO!<br /><br /><br />;)<br /><br /></strong><div></div></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000080;"><strong>************</strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-3836164485384569349?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-29592456883398060742007-05-22T21:32:00.000-07:002007-05-22T21:37:27.341-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000080;">Una persona especial que me hizo cambiar<br />no se puede olvidar<br />una persona especial que me hizo cambiar<br />y no me quiere amar..<br /><br /><br /><br />(Smitten )<br /><br /><br />Sigo participando<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000080;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000080;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000080;">************</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-2959245688339806074?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-85489049570479998612007-05-21T10:54:00.000-07:002007-05-21T10:54:26.417-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RlHa3D3R0-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/4N7UPGDsbQc/s1600-h/mario-mazzone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067071695233340386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RlHa3D3R0-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/4N7UPGDsbQc/s320/mario-mazzone.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> Mario Mazzone periodista y locutor </div><div>fallecido ayer a la mañana, mientras jugaba al golf en Pilar rodeado de sus amigos</div><div> </div><div>Que enfermedad de mierda,</div><div>una vez me lo cruce...</div><div> </div><div>nada ....</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-8548904957047999861?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-59186286707793291812007-05-19T03:22:00.000-07:002007-05-18T23:28:04.001-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rk6YlT3R09I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hq50NZb8elI/s1600-h/DSCN7338.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066154397593097170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rk6YlT3R09I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hq50NZb8elI/s320/DSCN7338.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><strong>Con el frio ..Chocolate<br /></strong><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-5918628670779329181?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-42026723967032491552007-05-13T20:30:00.000-07:002007-05-13T16:33:00.208-07:00<div align="center"><em><strong>Ezeiza</strong></em></div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RkecCrv3IsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t5ZKLEQQgII/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064187875918553794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RkecCrv3IsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t5ZKLEQQgII/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>****</strong></div><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Tengo nostalgia...<br />Recordar momentos pasados estuvo a punto de hacerme llorar </em><br /><em>"eran dias delices"<br />paseamos los tres,mi hermano/na y yo<br /><strong>:)</strong><br />Siempre llega como un flash!! quizas eso lo haga diferente a <strong>El</strong><br />desperte con un mate ( a las 7 me acoste)fui a ver a Mana con un pase de un amigo que trabaja para una publicidad asi que safe el gasto de la entrada .<br />Pase linda noche....<span style="font-size:85%;">este finde largo me voy shhh a ver si no se me da y bueh soy suPerficiosa ay!!ay!! q palabra q nunca me sale</span>.<br />Fuimos a Ezeiza bocha de tiempo que no iba...a los bosques ay!ay!ay!q tristeza todo abandonado.<br />El parque que mi papà me llevo tantas veces destruido ..</em><br /><em>Eucaliptos viejos quedan ...si hablaran.</em><br /><em>Algunas cosas no se borran de mi memoria... un dia fuimos a comer un asadito pobre mi viejo no le prendia el fuego y mi hermano intento ayudar </em><br /><em>para queeeeeeeeeee!! </em><br /><em>terminamos en una parrilla si a vos te digo te acordas?</em><br /><em><strong>;) </strong><br />El paso del tiempo lo paso por ensima.....</em><br /><em>el aroma sigue y miles de historias </em><br /><em>estoy buscando unas fotos de Ezeiza viejas </em><br /><em>ahi aprendi andar en bici!!<br />Quizas para los que no son de zona Sur ni sepan de que hablo pero tenia 7 años creo o 8</em><br /><em>ni se ....</em><br /><em>mi mamà traia Eucaliptos para ponerlos en no se donde decia que era bueno en invierno para no se que ... mami Sorry no recuerdo mucho</em><br /><em>mi hermana no entendio nada que era lo que nos daba tanta risa...</em><br /><em>solo con mirarnos los dos nos entendiamos pq se armaban cada discusiones pq mi viejo queria que mi hermano juegue a la pelota pero nada que ver sisi te esccraacho a vos !! pa``a queria un deportista en la familia </em></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>hermanitu ....</em></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>conte un poquito de nuestros secretitos y eso que no digo que ni pescar sabias .</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>que broncas se agarraba papi ;)</em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">y cuando le robaste el auto ejem </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">eso lo dejo picando este.... shhhh</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">nos vemos este finde largo pero voy yo esta vez sisiiiiiiiii!! </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">gracias por venir </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">donde estas ahoraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">ya te vas y no tas </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">ejem....ejemmm con quien estabas eheheh</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">mi amor discutimos pero sos re importante para mi hoy te dije cuanto te quiero </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">solo quiero que seas feliz aunq eso te cuest no tar aca </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">(no critiques como escribo sabelo no leo va como sale )</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></p><p><em>besos a mis dos amigos uno comienza con <strong>A </strong>y la otra con <strong>E</strong> !!</em></p><p><em>quienes SERAN?</em></p><p><em>:))</em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em><br /></p></span><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-4202672396703249155?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-11567533784921681112007-05-06T18:45:00.000-07:002007-05-06T18:52:45.588-07:00Y si ...<br />lo digo !<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>ME SIENTO PARA EL ORTO</strong> </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br />y no es que la pc anda mal ..(<span style="font-size:78%;">si anda mal me caigo , no pasa por ahi.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Es esta sensacion de no decir algo me esta matando</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">me duele la garganta </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">mejor me voy a dormir.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">:(</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-1156753378492168111?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-60374657865400026052007-05-06T17:11:00.000-07:002007-05-06T18:39:31.275-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rj6DRbv3IrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eTPb1pFO8uA/s1600-h/camarita.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rj6DRbv3IrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eTPb1pFO8uA/s320/camarita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061627366740533938" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Cuando estas discutimos<br />Cuando no estas...<br />Te extraño<br /><br />No es nada facil ser mi hermano<br />tampoco es tan dificil<br />No olvides que tqm<br />no t lo dije<br /><br />:(<br /><br /><br />ta la vuelta<br /><br /><br />tu musica me pone triste<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/91euxMQ0Zyg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/91euxMQ0Zyg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-6037465786540002605?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-57798909252166892902007-04-23T12:58:00.001-07:002007-04-23T12:58:00.964-07:00Ni se que decir<br />mejor no digo nada<br />estoy bien ..<br /><br />Se me pego este tema<br />hast bailo sola .<br />decidi escuchar musica que me levante el animo<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowtransparency="true" background-color="transparent" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.evoca.com/myrecordings/recBlogForIFrame.jsp?rid=64788&teu=http://www.evoca.com/" frameborder="0" width="100" height="100" scrolling="no"> </iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>No teg muchas ganas de ir a la psicologa </em><br />chau chauuuuuuuu<br /><br />Q se me hace tarde ya!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-5779890925216689290?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-91360257567833974622007-04-11T09:50:00.001-07:002007-04-11T09:50:01.248-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rh0QWB_82II/AAAAAAAAAGY/EKAeQRSZ_w8/s1600-h/DSCN7006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052212327659395202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rh0QWB_82II/AAAAAAAAAGY/EKAeQRSZ_w8/s320/DSCN7006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"El delito de los que nos engañan no está en el engaño,</div><div align="center"> sino en que ya no nos dejan soñar que no nos engañarán nunca." </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">.....</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-9136025756783397462?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-70585293801296262782007-04-08T22:16:00.000-07:002007-04-08T18:18:42.885-07:00!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RhmUIyto2KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B6MZZeMiZmo/s1600-h/huevin.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051231335845779618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RhmUIyto2KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B6MZZeMiZmo/s200/huevin.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />!!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-7058529380129626278?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-32283371743703884682007-03-16T20:31:00.000-07:002007-03-16T16:06:10.232-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RfscJHsa3DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WGbGdj87hrY/s1600-h/DSCN6740-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042655150781160498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RfscJHsa3DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WGbGdj87hrY/s320/DSCN6740-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">Mira<br /><br />cerra los ojos<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">hagamos un viaje... </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">*** </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-3228337174370388468?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-89828107494092619572007-03-13T16:19:00.000-07:002007-03-13T14:40:07.407-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RfcXd_6X1_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/TNGTPACBVYo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041524112004470770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RfcXd_6X1_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/TNGTPACBVYo/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Vieja estación Canning<br />cuantos recuerdos..<br />abandonada se resiste al tiempo.<br /><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" /><param name="FlashVars" value="file=8df86f2" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=8df86f2" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />********** </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-8982810749409261957?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-28782565851386110662007-03-12T12:05:00.000-07:002007-03-12T12:16:21.885-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RfWmfv6X1-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/C7E6pg2PkzQ/s1600-h/DSCN6725-3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041118422278592482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RfWmfv6X1-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/C7E6pg2PkzQ/s320/DSCN6725-3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">****</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" /><param name="FlashVars" value="file=8feec9c" /><param 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tzj_B8xyCIE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tzj_B8xyCIE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Melancolia,nostalgia..?<br />Quizas..<br /><br /><br />Ahh!<br /><br />Feliz dia !<br /><br />..........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-3467835396273114089?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-14134058904907303322007-03-08T04:23:00.000-08:002007-03-08T11:45:43.997-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RfBi1HLKm6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LzwNdS1nZl0/s1600-h/DSCN6730.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039636647626054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RfBi1HLKm6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LzwNdS1nZl0/s320/DSCN6730.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">*****</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Debo ser la caricia de los sueños,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">la locura sin fin..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">****</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div 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align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(que lio hice con mi blog grrrr)</span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-4397092141274351649?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-48516549535967158912007-02-16T09:00:00.000-08:002007-02-16T04:12:40.793-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RdWd7BozgZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/taReIsDQQy4/s1600-h/72695869.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032101796033823122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RdWd7BozgZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/taReIsDQQy4/s200/72695869.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />***<br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" /><param name="FlashVars" value="file=22c03c5" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=22c03c5" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Shh</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify">Parto .......</div><div align="justify">...hasta la vuelta</div><div align="justify">-------------------------> :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-4851654953596715891?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-17371287346076409962007-02-10T02:30:00.000-08:002007-02-09T21:30:56.516-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rc1YKRozgYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GDaGGEIC9PY/s1600-h/birds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029773292399198594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rc1YKRozgYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GDaGGEIC9PY/s320/birds.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong>Si yo pudiera</strong><br /><br />Si yo pudiera morder la tierra toda<br /><br />y sentirle el sabor seria más feliz porun momento...<br /><br />Pero no siempre quiero ser feliz<br /><br />es necesario ser de vez en cuando infeliz para poder ser natural...<br /><br />No todo es dias de sol<br /><br />y la lluvia cuando falta mucho, se pide.<br /><br />Por eso tomo la infelicidad con la felicidad.<br /><br />Naturalmente como quien no se extraña<br /><br />con que existan montañas y planicies y que haya rocas y hierbas...<br /><br />Lo que es necesario es ser natural y calmado en la felicidad o en la infelicidad.<br /><br />Sentir como quien mira Pensar como quien anda,<br /><br />y cuando se ha de morir,<br /><br />Recordar que el dia muere y que el poniente<br /><br />es bello y es bella la noche que queda.<br /><br />Así es y así sea.<br /><br />Fernando Pessoa </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-1737128734607640996?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-2632471045466375672007-02-09T02:25:00.000-08:002007-02-08T19:02:45.805-08:00<div align="center">Mori de amor con este video<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOpY8wdOXnI"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jOpY8wdOXnI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br /><br />::<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-263247104546637567?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-77792253729756918562007-02-08T05:19:00.000-08:002007-02-08T12:02:51.351-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rct4VxozgWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VKQqddsOMDE/s1600-h/DSCN5962.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029245724386361698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rct4VxozgWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VKQqddsOMDE/s200/DSCN5962.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rct4WBozgXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IXulXzq3Y7c/s1600-h/DSCN5963.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029245728681329010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rct4WBozgXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IXulXzq3Y7c/s200/DSCN5963.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" /><param name="FlashVars" value="file=c3c6201" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=c3c6201" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Es hermosa como la cancion</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />:::</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-7779225372975691856?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-5628287482072550232007-02-08T03:34:00.000-08:002007-02-07T22:34:19.941-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RcrC1Ij9-SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W9a2j-Y-fQU/s1600-h/kiss14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029046151999781154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RcrC1Ij9-SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W9a2j-Y-fQU/s320/kiss14.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">:::</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ahogada en besos..como me gustaria morir asi </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Shhh</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">el Insomnio actua mal en mi...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">:::::</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-562828748207255023?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-16038657760728375912007-02-07T10:13:00.000-08:002007-02-07T13:29:18.065-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RcoW44j9-RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/h0EdlEsbB2k/s1600-h/DSCN5957.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028857100424313106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/RcoW44j9-RI/AAAAAAAAAEM/h0EdlEsbB2k/s320/DSCN5957.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Pero siento que hay en mí</div><div align="center">algo que esta cambiando</div><div align="center">no se ve…</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><em>Parecen de algodon </em></div><div align="left"><em>Que se sentira tocarlas</em>.....</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">**</div><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"><param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" /><param name="FlashVars" value="file=37e5f81" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=37e5f81" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />:::<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-1603865776072837591?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-37815837930635973962007-02-05T11:02:00.000-08:002007-02-05T11:35:09.678-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rcd_uYj9-QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eoJzOyhF_Ks/s1600-h/mar.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028127943826471170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Rcd_uYj9-QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eoJzOyhF_Ks/s320/mar.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-45777940455831487462007-02-03T11:56:00.000-08:002007-02-05T11:50:24.896-08:00<p align="center"><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3xmx0SJY3w"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3xmx0SJY3w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pronta entrega<br /><br />Recordando tu expresión<br />Vuelvo a desear<br />Esas noches de calor<br />Llenas de ansiedad.<br /><br />Sofocado por el sueño y la presión<br />Busco un cuerpo para amar,<br />La distancia va perdiendo su espesor,<br />Pronta entrega por favor.<br /><br />Me puedo estimular<br />Con música y alcohol,<br />Pero me excito más<br />Cuando estoy con vos<br />Siento todo irreal.<br />Cuando estoy con vos<br />Siento todo irreal. </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">::::</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-4577794045583148746?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459497052735032771.post-21486788823008654352007-02-01T15:22:00.000-08:002007-03-06T15:25:41.721-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Re34Dv_aAzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZIf-jelladI/s1600-h/aa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038956301403161394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uLlnKWGJcDA/Re34Dv_aAzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZIf-jelladI/s320/aa.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459497052735032771-2148678882300865435?l=besosconsoles.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>A Martehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351026758890635668noreply@blogger.com0