<?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-6624140533444142914</id><updated>2011-12-30T19:00:13.614-03:00</updated><category term='Aguu Ortiz Toy soldiers'/><category term='Ortiz Enet Cristian Abru cubi shuliee anto guille eli yaz melu Swimming 7º AyB(L Amigos'/><title type='text'>Aguu Ortiz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-2960826312572010537</id><published>2011-12-30T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:00:13.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2011!</title><content type='html'>Se esta terminando el año. Quedan MUCHAS cosas por hacer todavía, que tendrán que esperar al próximo año.&lt;br /&gt;Este año, fue un año&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; MUY especial&lt;/span&gt;, en miles de aspectos. Fue difícil en la parte familiar, y colegio. Fácil en la parte amistad, conocí gente &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;MARAVILLOSA&lt;/span&gt;! que agradezco que la vida me los halla puesto en el camino. Y me decepcione de gente que pensé que era mi amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Tuve sorpresas increíbles. Cosas que pensé que jamas&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;iban a pasar, pasaron! y AME que pasaran, y otras cosas, que &lt;u&gt;ojala nunca hubieran pasado&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;en la vida nada es fácil&lt;/span&gt;, y este año me lo demostró. Pero también me demostró que tengo &lt;b&gt;amigos de fierro,&lt;/b&gt; que siempre están para mi cuando los necesito. Y yo se que a veces se enojan conmigo, por que soy MUY colgada (COF Mica COF) y que les pido consejos, y la mitad de las veces, hago la mía, pero la verdad son lo MEJOR que me paso! Creo que&lt;b&gt; 3°1°&lt;/b&gt;, fue una de las cosas mas lindas que me paso, que a pesar de todo el bardo, podemos contar los unos, con los otros!, y siempre te sacan una sonrisa!:)&lt;br /&gt;Pero en mi año, no estuvieron solo ellos, también estuvieron los chicos de&lt;b&gt; 3°3°&lt;/b&gt;, que son como hermanos, algunos mas, otros menos, pero siempre nos llevamos bien!&lt;br /&gt;También&lt;b&gt; los chicos de teatro&lt;/b&gt;, que los conocí este año, y mi experiencia con ellos fue increíble!, son un grupo de gente ESPECTACULAR!, y trabajamos mucho en el año, y el resultado fue hermoso!&lt;br /&gt;Después, claro, &lt;b&gt;mis amigos de la vida&lt;/b&gt; jiji, como por ejemplo, &lt;u&gt;Cris!&lt;/u&gt; mi mejor amigo jiji Gracias por todo amigo!, por tus MILES de rasguños:$ y nuestras mañanas de locura jajajjja.&lt;u&gt; Alan&lt;/u&gt;, que siempre me deja plantada¬ pero cuando viene, la pasamos RE bien!.&lt;u&gt; Palo&lt;/u&gt;, que hace mucho que no te veo, y te extraño amiga, lo mismo con &lt;u&gt;Mayo&lt;/u&gt;, te extraño a montones loquita!&lt;br /&gt;Pero aparte de gente hermosa, hubo momentos hermosos, Como mis quince!, lo que llore esa fiesta dios! lo que costo que quedara perfecta, y fue MEJOR que eso!&lt;br /&gt;La presentación de "Prohibido suicidarse en primavera" con los chicos de teatro!&lt;br /&gt;Las fiestas de egresados con los chuchissss!&lt;br /&gt;Las salidas de amigas! Las NOCHES de amigas! ajajja&lt;br /&gt;Las horas libres!&lt;br /&gt;Miles de cosas que hicieron de este 2011 un año ÚNICO en todo sentido!&lt;br /&gt;Hubo miles de cambios, demasiados para mi gusto, cosas que cambiaron en mi, y no se puede volver a atrás, cosas que cambiaron de la gente, que MEJOR no volver atrás. Cambios para bien y para mal.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero hacerla muy larga. Pero quiero agradecer a todos los que hicieron que este 2011 fuera único!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gracias a todos y muy buen año!&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/6624140533444142914-2960826312572010537?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2960826312572010537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/2960826312572010537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/2960826312572010537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011!'/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-4899371500788583434</id><published>2011-07-20T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:04:21.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No hay que fijarse en cada detalle. Las mejores cosas, salen cuando no se las piensa tanto, cuando se deja la&amp;nbsp;imaginación&amp;nbsp;correr.&lt;br /&gt;En estos&amp;nbsp;días&amp;nbsp;"tecnológicos" &amp;nbsp;se esta olvidando el uso de la&amp;nbsp;imaginación, cosa MUY necesaria a la hora de crecer.&lt;br /&gt;Sin la&amp;nbsp;imaginación, no&amp;nbsp;podríamos&amp;nbsp;seguir avanzando, no&amp;nbsp;podríamos&amp;nbsp;ser, de&amp;nbsp;algún&amp;nbsp;modo, Libres!&lt;br /&gt;La&amp;nbsp;imaginación&amp;nbsp;te da la libertad de crear tu propio mundo!, de ser cualquier persona que te imagines. De vivir entre princesas, o luchar contra monstruos feroces. La&amp;nbsp;imaginación&amp;nbsp;te da todo eso, y MILES de cosas mas. Solo es&amp;nbsp;cuestión&amp;nbsp;de dejarse llevar.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando uno esta triste, lo mejor es entrar en su mundo, y dejar que la&amp;nbsp;imaginación&amp;nbsp;te lleve por lugares&amp;nbsp;fantásticos, lejos de todo lo que pueda hacer mal. Desde playas&amp;nbsp;paradisíacas, hasta castillos de princesas. A donde quieras. Uno se saca todo lo malo de&amp;nbsp;encima. Se lo saca y se deja ir a un lugar mucho mas feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Todos tenemos nuestro lugar feliz. Siempre es distinto para todos, pero todos tienen algo en&amp;nbsp;común, Son felices:)&lt;br /&gt;Si que es muy importante NUNCA perder la&amp;nbsp;imaginación.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-4899371500788583434?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4899371500788583434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-hay-que-fijarse-en-cada-detalle.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/4899371500788583434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/4899371500788583434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-hay-que-fijarse-en-cada-detalle.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-4584594039772731035</id><published>2011-07-20T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:57:30.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Los problemas son mejor compartirlos con alguien, ya que no es lo mismo un problema, que Medio problema.&lt;br /&gt;El dolor es algo complicado, y es&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;de sobrellevarlo solo. Siempre es mas&amp;nbsp;fácil, cuando tenes a alguien,&amp;nbsp;apoyándote&amp;nbsp; Aceptando todas tus&amp;nbsp;decisiones, por malas que sean. Es muy importante el papel que juegan esas personas en nosotros. su apoyo y amor incondicional, son los que al final del&amp;nbsp;día, nos dan fuerzas para seguir adelante. Sin esas personas, Muchos de nosotros, no&amp;nbsp;sabría&amp;nbsp;como seguir. Que camino tomar, o donde parar. Muchos de nosotros&amp;nbsp;estaríamos&amp;nbsp;perdidos sin sus consejos. Y&amp;nbsp;día&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;día&amp;nbsp;deberíamos&amp;nbsp;agradecer que esas personas existen y que entraron en nuestra vida.&lt;br /&gt;Por cada cosa mala que hay en nuestra vida, Hay muchas MIL veces MEJORES!. Es de suma importancia, que logremos ver esas cosas buenas. Que logremos apreciarlas. Y es aun mas importante, que sepamos agradecer que tenemos esas cosas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-4584594039772731035?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4584594039772731035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2011/07/los-problemas-son-mejor-compartirlos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/4584594039772731035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/4584594039772731035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2011/07/los-problemas-son-mejor-compartirlos.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-3098853830555963448</id><published>2011-07-19T23:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:58:24.457-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por mas que te caigas, siempre hay que levantarnos. Por mas que el golpe duela. Siempre hay que seguir adelante.&lt;br /&gt;Es&amp;nbsp;muí&amp;nbsp;importante, tener siempre en claro esto. Mucha gente se olvida,&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;la vida es una sola, y que si no la disfrutamos hoy, no lo vamos a hacer nunca.&lt;br /&gt;La vida da golpes, pero mientras sepamos levantarnos, no hay mucho por lo cual preocuparse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-3098853830555963448?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/3098853830555963448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-mas-que-te-caigas-siempre-hay-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/3098853830555963448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/3098853830555963448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2011/07/por-mas-que-te-caigas-siempre-hay-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-5661400520223787109</id><published>2010-09-05T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:19:29.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;(Turn around) &lt;i&gt;every now and then&lt;/i&gt; I get a little bit lonely and &lt;u&gt;you're never coming round&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) &lt;i&gt;every now and then&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) &lt;i&gt;every now and then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) &lt;i&gt;every now and then&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around, &lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;) Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around, &lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;i&gt;Every now and then I fall apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;I need you now tonight&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;I need you more than ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if you only hold me tight&lt;/i&gt; We'll be holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right 'cause &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;we'll never be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Together we can take it to the end of the line&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really need you tonight&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;u&gt;forever's gonna start tonight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;but now I'm only falling apart&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do... a &lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;total eclipse of the heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; light in my life&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i style="color: #073763;"&gt;but now there's only love in the dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nothing I can say&lt;/u&gt;... a &lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;total eclipse of the heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) &lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;, Every now and then I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;(Turn around) &lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Every now and then I fall apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I need you now tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I need you more than ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll only hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;We'll be holding on forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we'll only be making it right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Cause we'll never be wrong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can take it to the &lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;end of the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, &lt;i&gt;I'm always in the dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really need you tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;i style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once upon a time I was falling in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But now I'm only falling apart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;A total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; 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it isn't much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's enough to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;make me wonder what's in store for us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's lust, &lt;strong&gt;it's torturous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, you must be a sorceress&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you just, &lt;em&gt;did the impossible&lt;/em&gt;, gained my trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't play games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; it'll be dangerous if you fuck me over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause if I get burnt, I'ma show ya &lt;em&gt;what it's like to hur&lt;/em&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been treated like dirt befo' ya&lt;br /&gt;And love is "evol", spell it backwards, &lt;em&gt;I'll show ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody knows me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I'm cold, &lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;walk down this road all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no one's fault but my own, it's the path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I've chosen to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frozen as snow&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt; I show no emotion what'so ever&lt;/span&gt;, so&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask me why I have no love for these mufuckin' hoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood-suckin' succubuses, &lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;what the fuck is up with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried in this department, but, &lt;em&gt;I ain't had no luck with this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It sucks&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;but it's exactly what &lt;i&gt;I thought it would be like tryin' to start over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I've got a hole in my heart&lt;/span&gt; from some kind of &lt;u&gt;emotional roller-coaster&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Somethin' I won't go on till you toy with my emotions, &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;so it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like an explosion every time I hold ya&lt;/strong&gt;, wasn't jokin' when I told ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take my breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you're a supernova&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;space-bound&lt;/span&gt; rocketship and your heart's the &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm aimin' right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;250, 000 miles on a &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;clear night in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm aimin' right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll do whatever it takes&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I'm with you, &lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;I get the shakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body aches when I ain't with you&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;I have zero strength&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no limit on how far I would go, no boundaries, no lengths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we say that until we get that person that we think's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gonna be that one and then once we get 'em,&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;it's never the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You want 'em when they don't want you&lt;/strong&gt;, soon as they do, feelin's change&lt;br /&gt;It's not a contest and I ain't on no conquest for no mate&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wasn't lookin' when I stumbled onto you, musta been fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But so much is at stake&lt;/strong&gt;, what the fuck does it take, let's cut to the chase&lt;br /&gt;'Fore the door shuts in your face, &lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;promise me if I cave in and break And leave myself open that I won't be makin' a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cause I'm a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;space-bound&lt;/span&gt; rocketship and &lt;strong&gt;your heart's the &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm aimin' right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;250, 000 miles on a &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;clear night in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm aimin' right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So after a year and 6 months, &lt;strong&gt;it's no longer me that you want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;ut I love you so much it hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;never mistreated you once&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll pour my heart out to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;let down my guard, swear to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll blow my brains in your lap&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lay here and die in your arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drop to my knees and I'm bleedin',&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm tryin' to stop you from leavin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;You won't even listen&lt;/em&gt;, so fuck it, &lt;strong style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;I'm tryin' to stop you from breathin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put both hands on your throat, &lt;em&gt;I sit on top of you, squeezin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til' I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick&lt;/em&gt;, ain't a possible reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can think of to let you walk up out this house and let you live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears stream down both of my cheeks, now that you're goin jus git&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And before I put that gun to my temple,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I told you this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I woulda &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;did anything&lt;/span&gt; for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;u&gt;show you&lt;/u&gt; how much &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;I adored you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's over now, it's too late to save our Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just promise me you'll &lt;u&gt;think of me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time &lt;u&gt;you look up in the sky&lt;/u&gt; and see a star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cuz I'm a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;space-bound&lt;/span&gt; rocketship and&lt;strong&gt; your heart's the &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm aimin' right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;250, 000 miles and a &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;clear night in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm so lost without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am done&lt;/i&gt;, smoking gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We've lost it all&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;the love is gone&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has won. &lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Now it's no fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #45818e;"&gt;We've lost it all, the love is gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;And we had magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is tragic&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't keep your hands to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel like &lt;b&gt;our world's been infected&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And somehow you left me neglected&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our life's been &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;you lost me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;And we tried&lt;/span&gt;, oh how we &lt;i style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;cried&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We lost ourselves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;the love has died&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;we tried, you can't deny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're left as shells,&lt;i&gt; we lost the fight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we had magic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;And this is tragic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't keep your hands to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like&lt;b&gt; our world's been infected&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And somehow you left me neglected&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our life's been &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you lost me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I know you're sorry&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;we were sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you chose lust when you deceived me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll regret it but it's too late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;"&gt;How can I ever trust you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel like &lt;b&gt;our world's been infected&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And somehow you left me neglected&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our life's been &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;you lost me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; 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font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"-Prometemeque nunca seguiras el mismo camino que yo. Si algun momento nuestras vidas seseparan, prometeme que no tomaras las mismas malas decisiones que yo tome.Prometeme que no dejaras que tu vida sea un infierto. Prometemelo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-Te loprometo. Yo ni me imagino lo que es tu vida. Pero te prometo, que no seguiretus pasos. Te prometo intentar que mi vida sea mejor que la tuya, si nuestroscaminos se llegan a separar. Te lo prometo."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Hola,soy Lila, Soy una adolecente, con problemas de adultos. Esta es mi historia:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Mi mamatuvo un accidente, con mi hermana. Estaban llendo para mi casa de una fiesta,en la cual yo me quede hasta tarde. El taxista estaba borracho. Mi hermanamurio en el acto. Pero mi mama entro automaticamente en coma. Esto fue un añonuevo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A partirde esto, empese a experimentar con todo. Probe el alcohol, las drogas. Lo quese puedan imaginar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Queriaolvidar el dolor. Aunque cuando me despertaba a la mañana siguiente, me sentiamuy culpable. Pero pasaba las mejores noches de mi vida. O eso creia yo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Me lapasaba de fiesta. Todas las noches salia con mis amigos. Hivamos de bar en bar.Tomaba, como si no hubiera mañana.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Conocimucha gente en los bares, entre ellos mi mejor amigo, Matias. Nos hisimos muyunidos luego de una noche, en la que estabamos vomitando juntos, en las afuerasde un bar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Yo mehabia puesto una fecha limite para acabar con la vida de mi madre, si esta nodespertaba de su largo sueño. Mi cumpleaños, 16 de junio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Eltiempo desde el accidente a la fecha impuesta por mi, Es muy simple deexplicar: Estaba todo el tiempo en pedo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Empesoel mes de junio, y no habia decidido que hiva a hacer, obviamente, esperariahasta el ultimo segundo, antes de desconectarla. Pero no hiva a esperar parasiempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Esa mañanadesperte, como siempre, por un beso en la mejilla de Matias. Eramos mas queamigos, pero no novios. Eramos como amigos con derechos. Me levante, me vesti yfui para la clinica. Era mi cumpleaños, la fecha limite. Como siempre, estabatoda mi familia ahi. Los reuni todo en una habitacion vacia. Les dije que ladesconectaria hoy, y que no queria que ninguno de ellos me hablara nunca mas,con la excusa de que mi salud mental no lo aguantaria. La verdad era que sitenia que seguir viendolos a todos ellos a los ojos, me sacaria la vida en muypoco tiempo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Deje quetodos se despidieran de ella. Sin siquiera mirarla, para no perder miautocontrol, apage el respirador. En ese instante se me vino el mundo ensima.Senti como todos dejaban de respirar, y ese molesto ruido que hacen lasmaquinas del hospital, cuando un corazon deja de latir. No se si eso estabaconectado a su corazon, o al mio. Senti como si me fuera a caer. De repente ungran peso callo sobre mi. Pero no dije nada. No me movi por casi diez minutos.Hasta que no lo soporte mas y sali de la habitacion con la frente en alto.Afuera del hospital me esperaba Matias, si que fui con el. Me abraso, muyfuerte. Yo empese a llorar en sus brazos. Pero no dije ni una pabra, aunquetenia ganas de gritar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Cuandollegamos a casa, mis amigos me ofrecieron salir a fesrejar mi cumple, Mas bienme ordenaron. Como sea. No tenia ganas, Pero sabia que era mi cumpleaños. Nopodia dejarlo pasar. Me vesti con lo primero que encontre, y salimos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Empesamosa tomar, mucho. Luego de una hora, decidi revelarle a Matias algo muyimportante. Que estaba embarazada de el. Estabamos los dos bastante alegres porefecto del alcohol, pero igual se lo dije. El no lo podia creer. No deje detomar, a pesar que sabia que era malo para mi embarazo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Muchomas tarde esa noche, luego de muchas botellas de alcohol, lo perdi. Me dicuenta en el acto. Senti un vacio que nunca habia sentido. Mire para abajo, ymis piernas estaban llenas de sangre. Matias, que estaba delante mio, tambien sedio cuenta, y me abrazo. Me prometio que todo estaba bien. Que eramos muyjovenes para tener un hijo, si que mejor que sucedio esto. Me llevo al baño, yme limpie. Al salir, me meti en una de esas competencias para saber quienresistia mas alcohol. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Obviamentegane. No solo la competencia, sino un hermoso coma alcoholico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Desperteluego de un mes, con Matias agarrandome la mano. Lo primero que vi, fue a el. Mesenti completa otra vez. Lo primero que me dijo, fue que al salir del hospital,me meteria a rehabilitacion. No me queje. Yo queria ir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Fueron28 dias. Sali sin ninguna adiccion. Aunque no duro mucho tiempo. Empese afumar, casi a las dos semanas de estar afuera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Era soloeso. Fumar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pasaronunos meses totalmente rutinarios. Hiva al colegio, llegaba, empesaba a trabajary estaba toda la noche delante de una computadora, produciendo canciones. Memantenia despierta a cigarrillos y cafe. Toda la noche, y despues devuelta alcolegio, y asi seguia y seguia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Despuesde casi tres meses asi, colapse, y deje de trabajar. Necesitaba descansar. Mehiso muy bien. Pero tenia muchas bocas que alimentar, si que no podia descansarpara siempre. Asi volvi al alcohol. Yo sabia muy bien a lo que me metia. Perolo necesitaba.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pasohaci un año. No tomaba como antes, lo hacia con mas precaucion, cuidando lascantidades. Muy pocas veces se me pasaba la dosis. Pero intentaba que nopasara. Tenia colegio al dia siguiente, y no siempre tenia tiempo de bañarme.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Luego deun año y medio de la muerte de mi mama, me encontraba mejor. Estaba mucho masestable con Matias. Mi vida se habia estabilizado de a poco. Costaba todavia,pero ya no tanto. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Todosveian que me estaba mejorando. Eso es lo que queria que creyeran.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Estabacada dia peor. No decia nada al respecto, y lo escondia bastante bien. Fue buenohaber hecho interpretacion durante casi dos años.Me ayudo mucho a esconderlesesto a todos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Me hiseunos cuantos tatuajes. En la espalda, me tatue la cara de mi mama y mi hermana,con sus respectivos nombres. En el brazo izquierdo, me tatue un "Just holdon", mi sueño desde siempre. Lo hise de modo tal, que ocultara algunas demis cicatrices de las veces que me corte. En el brazo derecho, me hise untatuaje igual, pero en españo ("Solo resiste"). Las unicas cicatricesque quedaron a la vista, son las de la parte interna de mis brazos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pero lasocultaba bien. Ni Matias las habia notado. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Empesojunio. No queria que empezara. Estaba en camino de recuperarme, pero se meacerco mucho ese dia, lo cual me hiso retroceder unos cuantos meses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Faltabandos dias, para que se cumplieran los dos años. No estaba triste. Solo quesentia que me faltaba algo. Esa noche, Matias no estaria conmigo, Tenia que ir aver a su abuela, que estaba en EE.UU., y llegaria para mi cumpleaños, almediodia. Me sentia sola. Mas sola que nunca. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;No losoportaba mas. Si que me decidi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Entoncesella se dio cuenta, qe era la unica manera de solucionarlo, la unica manera deacabar con todo. No queria hacerlo, sabia que los hiva a hacer sufrirdemasiado. pero en esos momentos, uno no piensa en nada. Ella queria acabar consu sufrimiento, penso qe esa era la mejor forma. Agarro una cuchilla. Se sentoen su cama, miro a la nada durante casi media hora. Luego termino con todo.Unos cuantos cortes en la muñeca, i eso fue todo. La encontraron al mediodiacuando Matias entro a despertarla con sus amigos Estaba cubierta de sangre y conuna carta en su mesa de luz. Matias se acerco y la leyo:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"QueridosAmigos: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Yo sebien que esto los hara sufrir mucho, pero es lo mejor para mi. Esto esdemasiado para mi. Ustedes tienen que entender, que soy una adolecente viviendola vida de una adulta. Son muchas responsabilidades, mi cabeza ya no lassoportaba mas. Si que tuve que cortar todo de raiz. Quiero que sepan que losamo mucho! Que son muy importantes para mi, y que me hisieron muy feliz. Perosi seguia soportando todo esto, volveria a caer, y no me lo pensaba permitir.Lo lamento mucho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lila"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Al leeresto, en voz alta, le empezaron a caer lagrimas. Todos lloraban su partida.Ella, la unica que los entendio y los ayudo, termino con su vida, esa madrugadade junio. Ellos, de a poco, empezaron a entender su realidad, y la precion queenfrentaba. Lo dificil que era para ella despertarse cada dia desde la muertede su madre, era notable en sus ojos, en su voz, en sus movimientos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Todoella era tristeza. Muchas veces sabia esconderlo, pero siempre salia a la luz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ella erafuerte, pero la situacion era dificil. Todos decimos basta a veces. Hasta elmas fuerte de todos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;El sabiaque nunca volveria a verla. Siempre temio que llegara ese dia. Le doliaimaginarse sin ella, y ahora que ese dia llego, no sabia como sentirse. Ledolia, era evidente, pero era mas que eso. Era como si supiera que hiva apasar, como si se lo veia venir. Hacia meses que no era la misma. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sesentio vacio, como si hubiera perdido la razon de vivir. Como si hubieraperdido todo. Pero era mas que ello, la habia perdido a ella. Para siempre. Nohabia mas razones para vivir. Pero no podia dejar a sus amigos asi. Ellosdependian mucho de ella. Ahora era su turno de esconder todo y ayudarlos. Enese momento, se dio cuenta del infierno de su vida. Pero no hiva a acabar comoella. Se lo prometio a el mismo en ese momento. De la misma manera, que haciaun año atras, se lo primetio a ella.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-4002754437296465880?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4002754437296465880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/prometeme-que-nunca-seguiras-el-mismo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/4002754437296465880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/4002754437296465880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/prometeme-que-nunca-seguiras-el-mismo.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-1707952009573943759</id><published>2010-08-21T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:44:32.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop the Word - Lil' Wayne ft Eminem</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;ice &lt;/span&gt;in my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Blood &lt;/span&gt;in my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt; in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; in my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen &lt;u&gt;nights full of pain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You keep the sunshine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Save me the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I search but never find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Hurt&lt;/b&gt; but never &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I work&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;forever try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But im cursed so never mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its worse but better times&lt;br /&gt;Seems further and beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The top gets higher&lt;/u&gt; the more that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I climb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;The spot gets smaller&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I get bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryna get me where I fit in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;No room for a nigga&lt;/strike&gt; but soon for a nigga&lt;br /&gt;It be on mutherfucker cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All this bullshit have &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;made me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, mutherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So &lt;u&gt;I pick the world up&lt;/u&gt; and im a &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;drop it on your fuckin head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bitch ima pick the World up and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I’ma drop it on your fuckin head&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;I can die&lt;/b&gt; no rebirth now mutherfucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hop up in my spaceship and leave earth motherfucker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m gone&lt;/b&gt;, mutherfucker, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’m gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I know what they dont wanna tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just hope your heaven sent and ya hell proof&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll wake up in the World&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;cut the lights off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And confidence is a stain &lt;b&gt;they cant&lt;/b&gt; wipe off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh, &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;my word is my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But wisdom is bleak&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;u&gt;thats a word from the wise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Served to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;murder and bribe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when it got too heavy&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;i put my burden aside..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So &lt;u&gt;I pick the world up&lt;/u&gt; and im a &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;drop it on your fuckin head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bitch ima pick the World up and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I’ma drop it on your fuckin head&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;I can die&lt;/b&gt; no rebirth now mutherfucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hop up in my spaceship and leave earth motherfucker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m gone&lt;/b&gt;, mutherfucker, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’m gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;b&gt;never show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; youll &lt;b&gt;never know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only &lt;i&gt;you can see&lt;/i&gt; just &lt;u&gt;how lonely and how cold&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frostbit i’ve become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;My back’s against the wall&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When push come to shove&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;I just stand up&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;i&gt;scream&lt;/i&gt; fuck em all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Man it feels like &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;these walls are closing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;this roof is caving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oop its time to raise it then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Your days are numbered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;like pages in my book of rhymes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got em cookem boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This crooked mind of mine got em all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shook and scared&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;u&gt;look in my eyes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I stole that fuckin clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;i took the time&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; i came up from behind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And pretty much snuck up and butt fucked this game up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Better be careful&lt;/i&gt; when you bring my name up fuck this fame&lt;br /&gt;That aint what I came to claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;But the game aint gonna be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the day that i leave it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear one way or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’ma make these fuckin haters believe it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God wont spear the rod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: lime;"&gt;I’m a man of my word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your fuckin heads better nod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Im gonna fuck around in this bitch&lt;/u&gt; and roast everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sleep on me that pillow is where your head will lie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanently bitch it’s beddy-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This world is my easter egg, yeah, prepare to die’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is swoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My confidence is up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;This stage is my pedastal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Im unstoppable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the incredible hulk&lt;br /&gt;Your trapped in my medicine ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I can run circles&lt;/u&gt; around you &lt;i&gt;so fast your fuckin head will spin&lt;/i&gt; dog,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I’ll fuckin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So &lt;u&gt;I pick the world up&lt;/u&gt; and im a &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;drop it on your fuckin head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bitch ima pick the World up and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I’ma drop it on your fuckin head&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;I can die&lt;/b&gt; no rebirth now mutherfucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hop up in my spaceship and leave earth motherfucker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m gone&lt;/b&gt;, mutherfucker, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I’m gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/THCOwg0iYbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qDdgNa8QU_g/s1600/40366_148773288472092_100000182647102_450523_3875202_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/THCOwg0iYbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qDdgNa8QU_g/s400/40366_148773288472092_100000182647102_450523_3875202_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-1707952009573943759?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1707952009573943759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/drop-word-lil-wayne-ft-eminem.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/1707952009573943759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/1707952009573943759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/08/drop-word-lil-wayne-ft-eminem.html' title='Drop the Word - Lil&apos; Wayne ft Eminem'/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/THCOwg0iYbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qDdgNa8QU_g/s72-c/40366_148773288472092_100000182647102_450523_3875202_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-5475112207630136049</id><published>2010-07-22T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:40:47.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sin querer&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;te lastimé.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sin querer&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;te abandoné&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo sé que &lt;b&gt;yo no sé,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cuidarte de mi &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Necesito&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;tu perdón&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;necesito&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;verte hoy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo sé que &lt;b&gt;yo no sé,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cuidarte de mi &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si al final,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;siempre&lt;/b&gt; el tiempo se va,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donde caen los días.&lt;br /&gt;Si al final,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;abrazarse al dolor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;no nos deja brillar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dime que será&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;qué será de los dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;cuando pase &lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;la vida&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Algo ocurrirá&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;tengo una sensación&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;una carta guardadda,&lt;br /&gt;un buen signo del sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt; es para siempre,&lt;br /&gt;nada es para siempre&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;No me digas mi amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;strike&gt;te falta valor&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;porque nada es para siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si pudieramos hablar&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;si pudieramos dejarlo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos sabés que &lt;b&gt;yo no sé,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cuidarte de mi &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Otra vez me equivoqué&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;otra vez te &lt;strike&gt;abandoné.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos sabés que&lt;b&gt; yo no sé,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cuidarte de mi&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;El azar&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;nos permite cambiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nuestro incierto destino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;El temor &lt;/i&gt;que &lt;b&gt;nos puede vencer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;sin mirar más allá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo creo que al final,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;nunca sé dónde voy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero &lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;sigo un camino&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo ocurrirá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt; tengo la sensación,&lt;br /&gt;una carta marcada,&lt;br /&gt;un buen signo del sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt; es para siempre,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; es para siempre,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no me digas mi amor,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;i&gt;te falta valor,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;porque nada es para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nada es para siempre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #d9ead3; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nada es para siempre&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Si &lt;i&gt;tu risa escapó&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;si &lt;i&gt;no escuchas mi voz&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabés, &lt;i&gt;nada es para siempre...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Todo vuelve a mí,&lt;br /&gt;una vez más.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Todo vuelve a mí, una vez más...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Una vez más&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;me aliviarás, me aliviarás...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Todo vuelve a mí una vez más,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;todo vuelve a mí, una vez más...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/TEiPrysIMQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4z2PDquaQV0/s1600/DSC04260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/TEiPrysIMQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4z2PDquaQV0/s640/DSC04260.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/6624140533444142914-5475112207630136049?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5475112207630136049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/sin-querer-te-lastime.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/5475112207630136049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/5475112207630136049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/07/sin-querer-te-lastime.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/TEiPrysIMQI/AAAAAAAAAcU/4z2PDquaQV0/s72-c/DSC04260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-1587750216110875373</id><published>2010-06-21T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T00:31:56.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Yo I can't sing…but I feel like singing. &lt;br /&gt;I want to fuckin' sing…cuz I'm happy…yea…I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;I got my baby back…yo…check it out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I sit staring out the window, &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;watchin' this world pass me by&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I almost break down and cry. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm crazy, oh &lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;so crazy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I just wasting my time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;But then I see my baby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;suddenly I'm &lt;b&gt;not crazy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It &lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;all makes sense&lt;/span&gt; when I look into &lt;i&gt;her eyes&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz &lt;strike&gt;sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000; color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;"&gt;it feels like the world's on my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone's leaning on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;but then she comes back to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl keeps getting' older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I watch her grow up with&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;People make jokes cuz &lt;b style="background-color: cyan; color: red;"&gt;they don't understand me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;they just don't see my real side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I act like shit don't phase me, &lt;br /&gt;inside &lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-large;"&gt;it drives me crazy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strike&gt;insecurities&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;b&gt;could eat me alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I see my baby, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;suddenly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #d0e0e3; font-size: large;"&gt; I'm &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; crazy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;It &lt;i&gt;all makes sense&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;when I look in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz &lt;strike&gt;sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;it feels like the world's on my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone's leaning on me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz sometimes&lt;b&gt; it feels like the world's almost over&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;but then she comes back to me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Man,&lt;i&gt; if I could sing,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd keep singin' this song&lt;/b&gt; to my daughter. &lt;br /&gt;If I could hit the notes, &lt;br /&gt;I'd blow something as long as my father &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to show her how I feel about her&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: x-large;"&gt;How proud&lt;/span&gt; I am that I got he&lt;/b&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;God, I'm a daddy, &lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that her mom didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now you probably get this picture from my public person &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I'ma pistol packin' drug addict who bags on his mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I wanna to just take this time out &lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;to be perfectly honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;cuz there's a lot of shit&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;I keep bottled&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;that hurts &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; of my soul&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;And just know that &lt;strike&gt;I grow colder the older I grow.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This boulder on my shoulder &lt;i&gt;gets heavy and harder to hold&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and this load is like the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I think my neck is breakin'&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange; font-size: small;"&gt;Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now look, &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love my daughter more than life in itself, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I handle it well,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;strike&gt;given the circumstances I'm dealt.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;So many chances&lt;/span&gt;, man, &lt;i&gt;it's too bad &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could have had someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the years that I've wasted&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;is nothing&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;to the tears that I've tasted&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;so here's what I'm facin'…3 felonies, 6 years of probation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've went to jail for this woman, &lt;br /&gt;I've been to bat for this woman. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken bats to people's backs, &lt;br /&gt;bent over backwards for this woman. &lt;br /&gt;Man, I should have seen it coming. &lt;br /&gt;What did I stick my penis up in? &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't have ripped the pre-nup up if I'da seen what she was fuckin.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But fuck it, &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's no more reason to cry no more&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I got my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, baby the only lady that I adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;So sayonara, &lt;i&gt;try tommorra&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;nice to know ya. &lt;br /&gt;Our baby's traveled back &lt;b&gt;to the arms of her rightful owner&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And suddenly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; it seems like my shoulder blades have just shifted&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;It's like the &lt;i&gt;greatest gift&lt;/i&gt; you could get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;b&gt;he weight has been lifted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz &lt;strike&gt;sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; it feels like &lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;the world's on my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone's leaning on me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz sometimes i&lt;b&gt;t feels like the world's almost over,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;but then she comes back to me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Told you I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;..Oh well... I tried... &lt;br /&gt;Hailie, remember when I said if you ever need anything, &lt;br /&gt;Daddy would be right there? Guess what? &lt;br /&gt;Daddy's here, &lt;i&gt;and I ain't going nowhere&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;baby. I love you…&lt;/span&gt;(kiss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/TB7dFIrd8BI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kLAs7-E20PE/s1600/DSC04927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/TB7dFIrd8BI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kLAs7-E20PE/s640/DSC04927.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6624140533444142914-1587750216110875373?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1587750216110875373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/yo-i-cant-singbut-i-feel-like-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/1587750216110875373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/1587750216110875373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/06/yo-i-cant-singbut-i-feel-like-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/TB7dFIrd8BI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kLAs7-E20PE/s72-c/DSC04927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-7912147132289073544</id><published>2010-05-15T01:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:02:49.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qien dijo amigos dijo amor! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Pasaras por casa&lt;br /&gt;Sin llamar sin avisar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No somos nada en especial&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reiremos juntos&lt;/b&gt; y me contaras mil cosas que prefiero no escuchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a qui estoy otra vez &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;aguantandome un beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aqui estas, &lt;i&gt;y no puedo callar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quien dijo amigos dijo amor que quede claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ya eh perdido la inocencia de jugar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor aceptarlo&lt;br /&gt;Hay un paso mas alla y para darlo&lt;br /&gt;Que tal si no te vas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quien dijo amigoos....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me va la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando sufres me pregunto para que tu soledad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mire bien ahora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yo soy la qye mientras lloras te comprende de verdad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y a qui estoy no lo vez aferrado a este sueño&lt;br /&gt;Frente a ti esperando una señal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quien dijo amigos dijo&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; amor&lt;/span&gt; que quede &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si ya eh perdido la inocencia de jugar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sera mejor aceptarlo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un paso mas alla y para darlo&lt;br /&gt;Que tal si no te vas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;quien si no, solo yo, &lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;en las buenas y malas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejame sin tus ganas de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;quisiera besarte&lt;/i&gt; y &lt;strike&gt;el miedo lo impide&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser el hombre que &lt;b style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;siempre te cuide&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando el momento a ver quien decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: large;"&gt;En ese dia que en mi tu te fijes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Como explicar lo que me pasa contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De solo hablarme te me haces sentir vivo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te prometo que &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;siempre te amare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque por el momento&lt;strike&gt; solo seamos amigos&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quien dijo &lt;span style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt; dijo amor que quede claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ya eh perdido la inocencia de jugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera mejor aceptarlo&lt;br /&gt;Hay un paso mas alla y para darlo&lt;br /&gt;Que tal si no te vas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien dijo amigos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakim y ken-y&lt;br /&gt;(yeahh)&lt;br /&gt;(ana isabel)&lt;br /&gt;Mambo king's&lt;br /&gt;Rakim y Ken-Y&lt;br /&gt;Pina Records&lt;br /&gt;The Royalty Coming Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; 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font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Nadie sabe mi dios&lt;br /&gt;Lo que &lt;i&gt;yo estoy sufriendo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me la pego en la calle&lt;br /&gt;Hay rios de sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;Sufriendo y yo no puedo,&lt;br /&gt;Con este &lt;b&gt;gran dolor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie sabe mi dios&lt;br /&gt;Lo que yo estoy sufriendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;No Quiero&lt;/span&gt;,No Puedo&lt;br /&gt;No Puedo No Ohh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Aparentando&lt;/strike&gt; estar &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siempre frente a la gente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y Si me vieras que yo sufro&lt;br /&gt;Como un demente&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque por ahi comenten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Es dificil Expresar lo que se siente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ya no puedo mas Con esta soledad&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lleva a la perdicion&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo mas Dime Que pasara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;No puedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,Sin ti mi dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;No puedo,No Puedo,No Puedo&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Noooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Nadie sabe mi dios&lt;br /&gt;Lo que &lt;i&gt;yo estoy sufriendo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me la pego en la calle&lt;br /&gt;Hay rios de &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;sufrimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufriendo y &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;yo no puedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Con este gran dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie sabe mi dios&lt;br /&gt;Lo que &lt;i&gt;yo estoy sufriendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;No Quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,No Puedo&lt;br /&gt;No Puedo No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Tu sabes que no puedo estar sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo mas con esta soledad&lt;br /&gt;Me lleva a la perdicion&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo mas dime que pasara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo sin ti mi dios&lt;br /&gt;No puedo,No puedo,No puedo&lt;br /&gt;Nooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que dice la palabra&lt;br /&gt;Venid amigos que estan cansados&lt;br /&gt;Y cargados&lt;br /&gt;Pues yo os hare descansar,&lt;br /&gt;En un momento de mi vida me senti asi&lt;br /&gt;Y gracias a ti señor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuve la oportunidad de conocerte&lt;br /&gt;Y me diste la mentilidad&lt;br /&gt;Para plasmar en este papel&lt;br /&gt;Lo que yo estaba sintiendo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te agradezo dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por ser luz en las tinieblas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por darme la oportunidad,&lt;br /&gt;En estas letras dejar saber&lt;br /&gt;Que ahi un dios que nos ama&lt;br /&gt;Que espera por ti,como espero por mi&lt;br /&gt;Que dios me los bendiga&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que tu proposito se tiene que cumplir,&lt;br /&gt;Y yo se que tienes un proposito conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;Rakim en mi nuevo camino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; 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font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Hace tiempo&lt;br /&gt;que queria decirte&lt;b&gt; esto&lt;/b&gt; y..&lt;br /&gt;no habia tenido el valor pero..&lt;br /&gt;no aguanto mas y..&lt;br /&gt;escucha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero decirte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;todo lo que siento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pues &lt;b&gt;no aguanto mas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;es un &lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que llevo muy dentro&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que hoy puedo callar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siempre que tu pasas por mi lado yo&lt;br /&gt;comienzo a temblar&lt;br /&gt;me miras y &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;sonries&lt;/span&gt; siempre tan atenta&lt;br /&gt;sin sospechar que &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yo te quiero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;daria mi vida y mas&lt;/span&gt;por que te sintieras igual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si tu me amaras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajaria &lt;b&gt;el cielo a tus pies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si tu me &lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;dejaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacercarme &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;solo una ves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo si tu &lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;quisieras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;te doy mi vida entera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;si tu me amaras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienen a mi mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;todos los recuerdos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de &lt;b style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;aquel dia en que te conoci&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin decirte nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;solo una mirada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;descubri&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eras todo lo que un dia pedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mira quien soy en verdad&lt;br /&gt;alguien que&lt;b style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; te quiere amar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que &lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-size: x-large;"&gt;daria mi vida y mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que te &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;sintieras igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si tu me amaras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajaria &lt;b&gt;el cielo a tus pies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si tu me &lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;dejaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacercarme &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;solo una ves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo si tu &lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;quisieras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;te doy mi vida entera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;si tu me amaras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te entrego &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;todo mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;daria mi amistad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;si tu me amaras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serias la reina de mi castillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dame la oportunidad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Y&lt;br /&gt;Mambo Kings&lt;br /&gt;yea´h&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me amaras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/S-4Tt_Vk0MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/b1acOapmX-o/s1600/DSC03860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/S-4Tt_Vk0MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/b1acOapmX-o/s640/DSC03860.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/6624140533444142914-8425895920172206584?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8425895920172206584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/hace-tiempoque-queria-decirte-esto-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/8425895920172206584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/8425895920172206584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/hace-tiempoque-queria-decirte-esto-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/S-4Tt_Vk0MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/b1acOapmX-o/s72-c/DSC03860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-583069048462323774</id><published>2010-05-12T22:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:14:25.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Smile&lt;/b&gt;, though your &lt;strike&gt;heart is aching&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Smile&lt;/b&gt;, even though &lt;strike&gt;it's breaking&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;clouds&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your &lt;i&gt;fear and sorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt; and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;if you'll just...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Light up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; your face with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;gladness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;keep on trying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;what's the use of crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you'll just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Smile&lt;/b&gt;, though your &lt;strike&gt;heart is aching&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Smile&lt;/b&gt;, even though &lt;strike&gt;it's breaking&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;clouds&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;Through your &lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;fear and sorrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt; and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you'll just &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;keep on trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;what's the use of crying&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;If you'll just &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/S-tSL0_7GlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lqZNfulVFxg/s1600/31597_123102241039197_100000182647102_303158_3753205_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/S-tSL0_7GlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lqZNfulVFxg/s640/31597_123102241039197_100000182647102_303158_3753205_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-583069048462323774?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/583069048462323774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile-though-your-heart-is-aching-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/583069048462323774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/583069048462323774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile-though-your-heart-is-aching-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/S-tSL0_7GlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lqZNfulVFxg/s72-c/31597_123102241039197_100000182647102_303158_3753205_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-1356153097823138497</id><published>2010-04-28T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:24:44.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of flowers, thousands of songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Life it's just a game we lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And you and I play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We lost, after all this game so much effort, we lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A game very difficult to understand, difficult to play and almost impossible to win, but we risked and lost. Everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We do not have anything, "hello"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Only our hearts broken, and this pain inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I just want you all this is over, but we went in another game: to evade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The game easier, but also the most painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I just want to wake up one day and realize, that we are still in the game, trying to win, trying not to get past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We share so much time playing together, lose together, seemed to be easy. Neither did we know this. By losing, we parted, each lost in their own way, different ways. Different people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We always think as one, not realizing the reality. Two people separated by distance and life circumstances. here was no way to be together in this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Two people as different, sometime they were separating. No one can be forever and forever with somebody. There will always be a but, but never one because. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;All we do things for some reason. But when things do not make sense, it is time to leave everything behind and start again. A new life. A new person. The same world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Each one must go on without looking back. Completely forgetting the other, as it should be almost everything. One should forget their "mistakes", and move on with his life, but when the errors are transformed into beautiful things, there's no turning back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My worst mistake. You. You became the most beautiful thing I had. Now this game separated us. Maybe forever, maybe not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But everyone should live their lives. At least, that this game between us, join us. Just to see us, or forever. We do not know for sure. All I know is that life is a game. A long one with many pitfalls. We, his players must learn to play. Trying to reach the final, the best way possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I just want to finish this game. To get you, and never let go. But I have no escape. End Game. Game, without turning back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I try to keep playing, while still breathing. My last breath, my game will be lost. But still, I have an entire front panel. Thousands of plays, thousands of stories, thousands of fellow travelers. Thousands of steps to take. Thousands of games. But only one life. Just one. I care if I stay in the game. I'm not going to miss playing, as many did. I stay here. Until the end. Until my last breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-1356153097823138497?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1356153097823138497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/smell-of-flowers-thousands-of-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/1356153097823138497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/1356153097823138497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2010/04/smell-of-flowers-thousands-of-songs.html' title='The smell of flowers, thousands of songs.'/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-3592153694996432094</id><published>2010-03-29T18:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:58:14.986-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aguu Ortiz Toy soldiers'/><title type='text'>toy soldiers #</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;tep by step, heart to heart, left right left&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;we all fall down &lt;br /&gt;step by step, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;heart to heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;we all fall down like toy soldiers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit torn apart we never win&lt;br /&gt;but the battle wages on for toy soldiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I’m suppose to be&lt;b&gt; the soldier who never blows his composure&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;even though &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;i hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i ain’t never suppose to show it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;my crew ain’t suppose to know it&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;even if it means going toe to toe with the benzino&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;it don’t matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i never drag ‘em in battles that i can handle&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;less i absolutely have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m suppose to set an &lt;strike&gt;example&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;b&gt;i need to be the leader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my crew &lt;i style="color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;looks for me to guide ’em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if some shit ever just pop off &lt;strike&gt;i’m suppose to be beside ‘em&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ja shit, i tried to squashed it, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it was too late to stop it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there’s a certain line, &lt;b&gt;you just don’t cross it&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;strike&gt; and he crossed it&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i heard him say hailie’s name on a song and i just lost it&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it was crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, this shit went way beyond some jay z and nas shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and even though the battle was won&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;i feel like we lost it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i spent so much energy on it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;honestly i’m exhausted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m so caught it &lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i almost feel like i’m the one who caused it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ain’t what i’m in hip-hop for, &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it’s not why i got in it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it’s never my object to for someone to get killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why would i wanna destroy something i helped build&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it wasn’t my intentions, &lt;span style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-size: large;"&gt;my intentions were good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went through my whole career with out ever mentioning ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and that’s just outta respect for not running my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and talking about something that i knew nothing about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus dre &lt;b&gt;told me stay out&lt;/b&gt;, just wasn’t my beef, &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;so i did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i just fell back&lt;/b&gt;, watched and&lt;strike&gt; gritted my teeth&lt;/strike&gt; while he’s all over tv&lt;br /&gt;now i’m talking a man &lt;i&gt;who literally saved my live&lt;/i&gt;, like fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, this is business and this shit just isn’t none of my business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;s&lt;i&gt;tep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; by &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;step&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; right &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all fall down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;step&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;step&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; le&lt;/span&gt;ft right &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we all fall down like toy soldiers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit torn apart&lt;b&gt; we never win&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the battle wages on for toy soldiers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It used to be time &lt;/i&gt;when you could just say a rhyme &lt;br /&gt;and wouldn’t have to worry about one of your people dying&lt;br /&gt;but now it’s elevated cause once you put someone’s kids in it&lt;br /&gt;shit gets escalated,&lt;b&gt; it ain’t just words no more&lt;/b&gt;, is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it’s a different ball game&lt;/i&gt;, call names and you ain’t just rapping &lt;br /&gt;we actually tried to stop the 50 and ja beef from happening&lt;br /&gt;me and dre had sat with him, &lt;i&gt;kicked it and had a chat with him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and asked him not to start it&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;he wasn’t gonna go after him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him&lt;br /&gt;fuck it 50, &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #660000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;smash him, mash him, and let him have it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;meanwhile my intentions pulley’d in other directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me &lt;strike&gt;and thinks that i’ll be his resurrection&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record&lt;br /&gt;but now he’s fucked the game up cause one of the ways i came was through that publication, &lt;i&gt;the same one that made me famous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;that motha fucker can get it too&lt;/strike&gt;, fuck ‘em then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;but i’m so busy being pissed off&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; i don’t stop to think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we just inherited 50’s beef with murder inc&lt;br /&gt;and he’s inherited mine, &lt;i&gt;which is fine&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;ain’t like either of us mind&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;as soon as we give the orders&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;never to extort us&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;strictly to show they support us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe shout ‘em out in a rap or up in chorus&lt;i&gt; to show we love ‘em back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and to let ‘em know how important is to have runyon avenue soldiers up in our corners&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i ain’t trying to have none of me people hurt or murdered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain’t worth it, i can’t think of a perfecter way to word it&lt;br /&gt;then to just &lt;i&gt;say that i love y’all too much&lt;/i&gt; to see the verdict &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i’ll walk away from it all before i’ll let it go any further&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now don’t get it twisted, &lt;b&gt;it’s not a plea that i’m coping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;i’m just willing to be the bigger man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if y’all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cause frankly i’m sick of talking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;i’m not gonna let someone else’s coffin rest on my conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"&gt;step&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"&gt;step&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; right &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all fall down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;step&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;step&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;left &lt;/span&gt;right &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;we all fall down like &lt;b&gt;toy soldiers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit torn apart &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;we never win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;but the battle wages on for &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;toy soldiers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pasan de repente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;frases por mi mente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacer &lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;frío &lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;llueve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;algo me conmueve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vuelve&lt;/strong&gt; mi memoria al patio&lt;br /&gt;del instituto vuelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vuelve aquel niño&lt;/strong&gt; soñando ser adulto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no se cuantos inviernos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;strong&gt;alejan de aquel chico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;su maxima preocupación casar corazoncitos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he grabado un lp algo que soñaba el&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero aquel chico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;era mucho mas feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;por que todo era mas fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;para aquel chico rebelde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #a64d79;"&gt;por que todo era mas grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #a64d79;"&gt;y a mi nada me sorprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #45818e;"&gt; la felicidad y la ignorancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #45818e;"&gt;juntas van&lt;/span&gt; por que el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;va robando &lt;em&gt;cosas que al nacer te dan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;el dudaba en mil detalles insignificantes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;pero tubo claras varias cosas importantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;testarudo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;consejos jamás seguía&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;tropezaba y caía&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;si a si aprendía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;un inteligente gamberro y mal estudiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a menudo en clase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dejaba el sitio vacante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;la calle su otra escuela&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;amaba el arte urbano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pintaba en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #0b5394; color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;su apodo spray en mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contaba siempre juerga&lt;br /&gt;apenas sin un duro&lt;br /&gt;y solo &lt;em&gt;conocia de lejos el lado oscuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si entraba ciego a casa&lt;br /&gt;intentaba disimular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que inocente no eran tontos sus papas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No lo puedes evitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siempre miras al pasado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y a un que creas que es &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;igual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;todo a cambiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;no podrás recuperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;lo que el tiempo te a robado&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;solo queda recordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;por que el día esta nublado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;imperacivo&lt;/span&gt; nunca lo vi relajado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas dormía&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;y jamás estaba cansado&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivió la música las broncas en su casa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y en el barrio&lt;/em&gt; los días no existían&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no importaba el calendario&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no importaba el reloj llegaba tarde y castigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;una ves me conto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que se sentía enjaulado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que ironía verdad?&lt;br /&gt;Puede sonar &lt;strong&gt;tan increíble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no le puedo dejar de envidiar su alma libre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuanta ilusión cuantas cosas creía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la vida es dura pero el todavía no lo sabia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;es que al abrir los ojos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;el cielo es de otro color&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;hoy siento que los tiempos pasados eran mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquel chico feliz tuvo que madurar con prisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mis lagrimas añoran esos días de sonrisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se muy bien cual es la razón&lt;br /&gt;no se por que al pisar viejos lugares&lt;br /&gt;se me encoje el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no puedo evitar echar la vista atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;y aun que pueda parecerlo ya nada es igual&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noto otro ambiente todo es diferente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;¿que a pasado a toda esa gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Todo esta mas frio o tal ves lo parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ay muchos mas críos&lt;/em&gt; o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;¿acaso es que uno crese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Todos sentimos alguna vez melancolía&lt;br /&gt;te entretiene, disimulas ¿y mañana que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No lo puedes evitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siempre miras al pasado&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y aun que creas que es igual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;todo a cambiado&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no podrás recuperar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;lo que el tiempo te a robado&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;solo queda recordar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;por que &lt;strong&gt;el día esta nublado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;no puedo evitar echar la vista atrás y aun que pueda parecerlo ya nada es igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-673670498144457856</id><published>2009-12-11T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:20:24.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She was brought &lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;into this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Out of a &lt;em&gt;beautiful mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When her mom&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;was just a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And her &lt;strike&gt;daddy didnt stay&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She was working at age 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At the &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;shop in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Working&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;not just to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cause life was throwing her around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;rose garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Where &lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;the rain is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And the&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt; thorns&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;strike&gt;sharpened&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Rose garden&lt;/span&gt;, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rose garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She was&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; young&lt;/span&gt; but not &lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;naïve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Always wise &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;beyond her years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoping that &lt;span style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;no one would see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Every time she dried her tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the rose garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Where the rain is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And the &lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;thorns are sharpened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Rose garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #a2c4c9; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dont let those petals fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dont let them fall on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dont let those petals fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dont let them fall on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the &lt;span style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;rose garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Where the rain is falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And the &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;thorns are sharpened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the rose garden&lt;/span&gt;, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-673670498144457856?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/673670498144457856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-was-brought-into-this-world-out-of.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/673670498144457856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/673670498144457856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-was-brought-into-this-world-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-1848487953914595467</id><published>2009-12-09T16:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:38:38.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos(L</title><content type='html'>Hola, si que tal,&lt;br /&gt;como les va?&lt;br /&gt;weno, aca estoi, sigo viva,&lt;br /&gt;dsps de como un mes q no escribo nada,&lt;br /&gt;aca estoi(?&lt;br /&gt;wen, q contarles(?)&lt;br /&gt;ja-ja,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que lindo fue reencontrarme con casi todas las trolis el lunes a la noche(L&lt;br /&gt;ahii en la ortiz ensima(L&lt;br /&gt;i fuimos a nuestros ex aulas,&lt;br /&gt;i escribimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EGRESADOS 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;asi, los mas peolas=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajaja&lt;br /&gt;qe bien qe la pasamos, asi, bailando(?&lt;br /&gt;we yo bailando i haciendo bldesesxD&lt;br /&gt;jajaja&lt;br /&gt;q manera de reir=P&lt;br /&gt;we, por q la habian pasado tan bien&lt;br /&gt;jaja&lt;br /&gt;las re extrañaba a las conchudas esas,&lt;br /&gt;a las putas de ruta mal penetradas(?&lt;br /&gt;we, la mina las qeria igual eh!&lt;br /&gt;jajaj&lt;br /&gt;wen, &lt;br /&gt;pero onda q nesesitabamos, ir i "revivir" viejos tiempos,=P&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;todavia esta el pizarron roto, q rompio eneaz de una piñaxD&lt;br /&gt;diooos!&lt;br /&gt;alta pobreza bldo,&lt;br /&gt;ajaja&lt;br /&gt;no, fue hermoso volver a subir i ver todo eso,&lt;br /&gt;hacia mucho q no estaba en esas aulas, &lt;br /&gt;en las que tantas pelotudeses hisimos&lt;br /&gt;con 7b, estuvimos 2 años i medio, maso, en el aula chiquita, &lt;br /&gt;onda, todos los recuerdos tiene esa aula,&lt;br /&gt;nunca me gusto tanto,&lt;br /&gt;volver a la ortiz,&lt;br /&gt;volver a recordar,&lt;br /&gt;les juro q casi lloroxD&lt;br /&gt;jajaja&lt;br /&gt;fue hermosoxD&lt;br /&gt;pero osea, tambien es triste,&lt;br /&gt;por q nos encantaria, poder estar todos juntos otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;ahi, &lt;br /&gt;en nuestros aulas,&lt;br /&gt;como grupoxD&lt;br /&gt;haciendo qilombo,&lt;br /&gt;estando todos en los pasillos,&lt;br /&gt;pajereando un rato,&lt;br /&gt;hahahxD&lt;br /&gt;tirando alfajores a la pileta de los vecinosxD&lt;br /&gt;ajaja&lt;br /&gt;tirando vainillas a la callexD&lt;br /&gt;choreandole, al del quiosco de la esqina,&lt;br /&gt;pelotudiando con los pibes, en la esqina de la parada del 109.&lt;br /&gt;tantos recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;tantas risas,&lt;br /&gt;tantos llantos,&lt;br /&gt;tantas putiadas,&lt;br /&gt;miles de pelleeaas!&lt;br /&gt;ajaja,&lt;br /&gt;me acuerdo q casi todos los dias, me agarraba a piñas con algun chabonxD&lt;br /&gt;ajjaja&lt;br /&gt;era re peolaxD&lt;br /&gt;i ensima los pelotudos, no me pegabanxD&lt;br /&gt;ahjaja&lt;br /&gt;pero, aparte de todaas las peleas, eramos el mejor 7º del mundo entero,&lt;br /&gt;eramos mui unidos, teniendo encuenta como nos llebavamos,&lt;br /&gt;onda, q nos peliabamos todos los dias, &lt;br /&gt;pero eramos mui amigos, siempre,&lt;br /&gt;siempre estabamos unos para otros,&lt;br /&gt;olvidarnos a nosotros, es como olvidar como respirar,&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;jajaja&lt;br /&gt;nadie nos puede olvidar, donde vas a conoser gente tan quilombera?&lt;br /&gt;EN NINGUN LADO!&lt;br /&gt;ERAMOS UNICOS!&lt;br /&gt;POR ESO ERAMOS LO MEJORES!&lt;br /&gt;NUNCA FUIMOS EDUCADOS, NI BUENOS ALUMNOS, NI NADA SEMEJANTE,&lt;br /&gt;ERAMOS NOSOTROS, NO TENIAMOS CONTROL,&lt;br /&gt;NO TENIAMOS LIMITE,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUE EL UNICO LIMITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ES EL CIELO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUNCA PODIAN CON NOSOTROS&lt;br /&gt;UN MEMO MAS, UNO MENOS,&lt;br /&gt;JAMAS NOS IMPORTO!&lt;br /&gt;NOSOTROS HACIAMOS LO QE QERIAMOS CUANDO QUERIAMOS, I A EL QE NO LE GUSTA, VENI A METERTE CON NOSOTROS,&lt;br /&gt;QE SALIAN TODAS&amp;nbsp;LLORANDO, O DANDO UN PORTASO, I TIRANDO UN VASO DE CHOCOLATADA!xD&lt;br /&gt;ajajajajjaja&lt;br /&gt;grande soledad navarro, q salio toda ofendida, dando un poortazo&lt;br /&gt;i la pelotuda, tira un vaso de chocolatada con el bolso,&lt;br /&gt;i ella decia:&lt;br /&gt;noo, pero si yo no tire nada, fueron ellos, a mi no me culpenxD&lt;br /&gt;ajajjaa&lt;br /&gt;todos la odianxD&lt;br /&gt;UF, I NI LES CUENTO DE MISS LILLY&lt;br /&gt;QE UNA VES EN SALA DE MAESTROS, ESTABA ELLA HABLANDO CON NO SE QIEN,&lt;br /&gt;I VENIAMOS NOSOTROS DE OTRA MATERIA,&lt;br /&gt;I SE LA ESCUCHA A ELLA DICIENDO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTOS PELOTUDOS DE 7º LOS ODIO!, SON UNOS HIJOS DE PUTA MALEDUCADOS!,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJAJAJAJAJAJ&lt;br /&gt;COMO NOS REIMOS DE ESO!&lt;br /&gt;ENSIMA, LA RE MANDAMOS AL FRENTE DESPUES DE ESOXd&lt;br /&gt;DIOS!, SI ERAMOS NOSOTROS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;wen ortiz, ustedes saben qe siempre los voi a amar, hasta el dia q me muera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ustedes siempre estan en mi corazon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;los amoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egresados 2008 ortiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Abru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;shuliee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;anto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;geor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;aldi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sofi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;kami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;erik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;renzii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eneaz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;franco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;guiido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;camilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;acha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;lombriiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;juaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;iaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aguu Ortiz #&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-6163449853012360066</id><published>2009-11-16T19:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:21:52.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wen, aca estamos otra vez, despues de mucho sin actualizar, aca apareci.&lt;br /&gt;estoi mas q cansada,&lt;br /&gt;hace semanas que qiero dormir la siesta&lt;br /&gt;y aca sigo,&lt;br /&gt;despierta-.-&lt;br /&gt;i nisiquiera estoi en mi casa,&lt;br /&gt;estoi en lo d mis abuelos,&lt;br /&gt;igual, dsps me voi a mi casa, pero igual, me re cagaron la siesta-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dioos!&lt;br /&gt;qe dia medio raro:|&lt;br /&gt;weee&lt;br /&gt;yo que se&lt;br /&gt;son todos los dias iguales,&lt;br /&gt;ensima mi casa en una mugre con patas,&lt;br /&gt;por que onda que pintaron, i esta todo&amp;nbsp;mas sucio que el riachuelo por dos!&lt;br /&gt;pero yo que se,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala(8)&lt;br /&gt;wen, como q el otro dia, me escribi asi una d mis muchos "textos" depresivos,&lt;br /&gt;pero obveo, esta en mi casa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dios, la paso tan bien aveses, i es tan feo, q de repente, es todo tan negro, i feo,&lt;br /&gt;tan triste&lt;br /&gt;una persona no puede con todo!&lt;br /&gt;i todo el mundo dice, pero si no haces nada,&lt;br /&gt;pero ustedes no saben, q si algo sale mal,&lt;br /&gt;cae tooooodaaa la responsabilidad del mundo sobre mi!&lt;br /&gt;no se si entienden que tengo millones de problemas,&lt;br /&gt;i q todo se reduce a mi,&lt;br /&gt;onda q yo no puedoo con TOOODOOOS ESOS PROBLEMAS!&lt;br /&gt;es como dejame de joder,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo con todo!&lt;br /&gt;i nadie lo entiende,&lt;br /&gt;es como claro, nadie paso por esto, nadie vivio ni la mitad de cosas que vivi yo!&lt;br /&gt;DIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;como q lo jodo mucho a dios!, i nisiqiera creo en el!&lt;br /&gt;dios!&lt;br /&gt;bastabasta!&lt;br /&gt;tengo que intentar dejar de sufrir,&lt;br /&gt;ensima cuando crei q lo habia olvidado&lt;br /&gt;lo vi, o a menos creo q lo vi,&lt;br /&gt;i todos esos sentimientos, algunos lindos, otros no tanto, volvieron a&amp;nbsp; mi,&lt;br /&gt;ese amor q le tenia, ese odioo, q tanto le tengo,&lt;br /&gt;todo volvio a salir,&lt;br /&gt;i,, hacia mucho q no sentia tantas cosas juntas!&lt;br /&gt;es como mui feo,&lt;br /&gt;por q lo creia olvidado, totalmente superado,&lt;br /&gt;YO QUERIA OLVIDARLO!, YO QERIA SUPERARLO!&lt;br /&gt;pero noo, aparece i me tira por la ventana todo mi trabajo, todas las noches sin dormir,&lt;br /&gt;derramando lagrimas que no valian la pena&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que sufri, por el, no valio nada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ensima, el otro, otra ves con otra,&lt;br /&gt;es como, NO ME LO DIGAS!&lt;br /&gt;no ves q sufro yo!&lt;br /&gt;NO VES Q GUSTO DE VOS PENDEJO DE MIERDA!&lt;br /&gt;NO VES Q ME TENES A TUS PIES!&lt;br /&gt;LA DISTANCIA ENTRE NOSOTROS EN MUCHA, PERO LO QUE SIENTO POR VOS, ES MAS FUERTE INUTIL!&lt;br /&gt;I SI CAES!, I VES TODO LO QUE REALMENTE ME PASA¿?&lt;br /&gt;ENSIMA ME JURAS QUE TODO VA A ESTAR BIEN, COMO LO SABES¿&lt;br /&gt;EH?&lt;br /&gt;QE?, TENES BOLA DE CRISTAL AHORA?&lt;br /&gt;NO SE SI TODO VA A ESTAR BIEN!&lt;br /&gt;NO SE SI SIQUIERA VOI A SEGUIR VIVIENDO!&lt;br /&gt;ES COMO BAAAAASSSSSTTTTTTAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;NO ME DIGAS COSAS Q NO SABES!&lt;br /&gt;COSAS QUE PUEDEN CAMBIAR!&lt;br /&gt;COSAS, QUE TALVEZ JAMAS PASEN&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otro,:, te amo, pero te odio como a nadie, mas q a el!, te amo, por qien sos i por lo que me haces sentir,&lt;br /&gt;i por como me hablas, o como me tranqilizas o como me haces feliz,&lt;br /&gt;pero te odio, por todo lo que sufri por vos!&lt;br /&gt;llore mas por vos que por el!&lt;br /&gt;me dolio mas perderte a vos q a el!&lt;br /&gt;a el no lo iva a recuperar nunca!&lt;br /&gt;pero con vos, todavia tenia una oportunidad,&lt;br /&gt;pero vos no me dejaste usarla,&lt;br /&gt;te fuiste con la primera q viste,&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo, aca estoi,&lt;br /&gt;sentada en esta computadora,&lt;br /&gt;esperando que aparescas, i arregles mi mundo!&lt;br /&gt;esperando, q me hagas feliz,&lt;br /&gt;i se qe si aca estuvieras, me harias feliz&lt;br /&gt;por q te conosco lo suficiente como para saberlo,&lt;br /&gt;me faltas mucho!&lt;br /&gt;demasiado,&lt;br /&gt;te qiero aca,&lt;br /&gt;siempre te qise aca,&lt;br /&gt;desde el primer dia,&lt;br /&gt;dsps el primer 'hola'&lt;br /&gt;desde el primer 'te quiero'&lt;br /&gt;hasta el ultimo 'te amo'&lt;br /&gt;siempre te qise,&lt;br /&gt;i jamas te voi a dejar de querer,&lt;br /&gt;sino, por q qerria tatuarme tu nombre?=P&lt;br /&gt;haajaj&lt;br /&gt;pero te necesito,&lt;br /&gt;i vos no estas&lt;br /&gt;i eso me hace mal&lt;br /&gt;no puedo estar sin tus palabras de apoyo,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo estar sin vos en general!&lt;br /&gt;te necesito!&lt;br /&gt;a vos,&lt;br /&gt;para sobrevivir, a todo esto,&lt;br /&gt;no me qiero morir con 13 años,&lt;br /&gt;pero no puedo vivir sin vos,&lt;br /&gt;no encuentro otra forma de vivir, si no es con vos!&lt;br /&gt;no puedooo!&lt;br /&gt;simplemente, no puedo,&lt;br /&gt;no pueedo olvidarme de vos, asi como asi,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo olvidarme de nustras conver, ni de nuestras pajereadas,&lt;br /&gt;ni de nada de lo que pasamos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO!&lt;br /&gt;es casi un atentado contra la himanidad!&lt;br /&gt;no puedo, no qiero aceptar que te perdi,&lt;br /&gt;por que no te voi a dar por perdido,&lt;br /&gt;a vos no!&lt;br /&gt;tengo tiempo de ganarte, i quedarme con vos, para siempre,&lt;br /&gt;ppero tengo q apurarme, i luchar, como si no hubiera mañana,&lt;br /&gt;disfrutarte, como si fuera el ultimo dia!&lt;br /&gt;quererte, como si no hubiera otra persona en el mundo para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aguu Ortiz #&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-6163449853012360066?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6163449853012360066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2009/11/wen-aca-estamos-otra-vez-despues-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/6163449853012360066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/6163449853012360066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2009/11/wen-aca-estamos-otra-vez-despues-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-7679886470447612224</id><published>2009-11-16T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:54:45.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota de Suicidio - Porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Despierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strike&gt;sin ganas de otro día&lt;/strike&gt;, y &lt;strong&gt;será el último&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pocos me creen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;hoy llega mi edén&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;lo asumo y ni dudo&lt;/span&gt;, lo juro&lt;br /&gt;de corazón, &lt;em&gt;advierte mi alma muerta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no es una amenaza, es una mentira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que &lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;acabo siendo cierta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dejé la puerta abierta&lt;/em&gt; y una nota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;a medio escrita&lt;/span&gt;, se leía con dificultad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adiós mamá y papá&lt;/strong&gt;, decía en ella&lt;br /&gt;salí descalzo, &lt;em&gt;sin fuerzas&lt;/em&gt;, sin &lt;strong&gt;ganas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me imaginé en el &lt;strong&gt;suelo, muerto, y nadie lloraba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;paseo por una calle solitaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo &lt;em&gt;está &lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;oscuro&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;llueve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las farolas me observan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y el paso en el tiempo me duele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;el filo&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;mi cuchilla&lt;/strong&gt; me apreta, es ella&lt;br /&gt;llegaré al final de la forma más fácil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #ead1dc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;la vida no es bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo busco &lt;strike&gt;estar solo ahora&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en un laberinto &lt;em&gt;sin salida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dejé de pedirla ayuda a Dios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hablo con mi conciencia&lt;/em&gt;, a solas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ella me pide que apriete el gatillo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y tengo miedo de decir adiós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;lo siento si he fallado una vez más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he notado la vergüenza&lt;/em&gt; al &lt;span style="background-color: #0c343d;"&gt;mirarme en el espejo&lt;/span&gt; mamá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perdóname&lt;/strong&gt;, te lo suplico!&lt;br /&gt;no se si me explico&lt;br /&gt;estoy sentado en la varandilla de un séptimo piso&lt;br /&gt;pero, &lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;ya estoy muerto, por dentro&lt;/span&gt; y estoy cansado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estoy harto de vivir huyendo siempre del pasado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fui cobarde, me rendí más de una vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; estuve a punto&lt;br /&gt;punto en mi libreta esta historia incompleta, &lt;strong&gt;ya ni lucho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;páginas en blanco, tintadas del rojo de mi sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no merezco ni una lágrima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi nota de suicidio llegó tarde&lt;br /&gt;firmé un documento con Satanás&lt;br /&gt;para liberarme sólo tengo que saltar sin más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salto&lt;/strong&gt;, salto a un &lt;em&gt;vacío que nunca se acaba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;pasa mi vida por mis ojos y el tiempo se para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para no verme mas la cara&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;dispárame bah!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;mi alma pide a gritos salir de su cuerpo ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y siento como si ya estuviera muerto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en un mundo de ciegos, rey tuerto&lt;br /&gt;me paso por el forro el LP a puerto&lt;br /&gt;es cierto, &lt;em&gt;no tengo nada que dar ni recibir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrazos alerto, vivo boquiabierto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;y apenas escribo, algo está jodido mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;me siento hijo adoptivo&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demasiado impulsivo, me dicen&lt;br /&gt;cautivo de lo negativo si volar es el fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;que alas se deslicen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calo mejor las mentiras, tras este intervalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;regalo rimas, con mi boca de escualo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en forma de íntimas palabras sin pantomima&lt;br /&gt;si no tienes el disco del Z, róbalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero yo ya no quiero vivir más&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;es demasiad duro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;cuando muera, escupid en mi tumba&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;si apuro, he hecho el conjuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;de la eterna estupidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siento la rigidez en mis músculos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es liberador vivir sin futuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;sentir la traición hace que muera prematuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es puro veneno lo que siento lo juro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con rabia la sangre sólo supe pedir perdón&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuando fui inmaduro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;dile a mi madre que siempre la quise y que lo siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;a mi bro que busque mis palabras en el viento, cuando sople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a los que desearon mi mal&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;yo les deseo el do&lt;/strong&gt;ble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;por haber hecho pedazos un corazón noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salto&lt;/strong&gt;, salto a un &lt;strong&gt;vacío que nunca se acaba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;pasa mi vida por mis ojos y &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;el tiempo se para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;para no verme mas la cara&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;dispárame&lt;/span&gt; bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi alma pide a gritos salir de su cuerpo ya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estoy solo en un silencio que molesta y grito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;escucha mi última palabra&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;léete mi último escrito&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;préstame atención&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;sólo pido eso&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;em&gt;lo necesito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;caen gotas de sudor y de mis ojos en mi nota de suicidio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;siento no poder no decir mas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;pocos llorarán&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;pero cuantos se alegrarán&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;vi mi nombre en una lápida y ni se me hizo extraño&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;cuántas cargas he llevado para tan pocos años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no hay nada que me frene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;llevo tanto tiempo muerto dentro de mi ya no hay nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo &lt;strike&gt;soy otro cuerpo, arrastrado por el viento&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;tan violento que sopla el destino&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no hay testigo, no hay amigos, no queda ningún motivo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo recorro el camino, se que en las &lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;puertas del cie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hay sitio para este peregrino&lt;br /&gt;Dios?&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; parece ser mentira, hoy sabré si es cierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo de que tras la muerte, existe otra vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;lunes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;martes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;miércoles&lt;/span&gt; quizás puede que &lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;jueves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se el por qué &lt;em&gt;pero en mis ojos ya no llueve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puede que tu recuerdo me mantenga vivo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si el exilio no quiere mandarme directo al olvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es &lt;span style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;lunes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;martes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;miércoles &lt;/span&gt;quizás puede que &lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;jueves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no se el por qué pero en mis ojos ya no llueve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;puede que tu recuerdo me mantenga vivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;si el exilio no quiere mandarme directo al olvido&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salto, &lt;strong&gt;salto a un vacío que nunca se acaba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;pasa mi vida por mis ojos&lt;/strike&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;el tiempo se para&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;para no verme mas la cara&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dispárame&lt;/span&gt; bah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi alma pide a gritos salir de su cuerpo ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-7679886470447612224?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7679886470447612224/comments/default' 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song&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard he sang a &lt;strike&gt;good song&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;i heard he had a style&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And so &lt;em&gt;i came to see him&lt;/em&gt; and listen for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there he was this young boy&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;stranger to my eyes,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strumming my pain&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strike&gt;with his fingers&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Singing my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strike&gt;his words,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;softly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Killing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;softly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Telling my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt; life with his words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killing me softly with his song&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt all flushed with fever&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed by the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;I prayed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;that he would finish&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Singing my life with his words&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Killing me softly with his song&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killing me softly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;with his song&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Telling my whole life with his words&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killing me softly with his song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Yo l-boogie, take it to the bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bust it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Strumming my pain&lt;/strike&gt; with his fingers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Singing my life with his words&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killing me softly&lt;/strong&gt; with his song&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killing me softly with his song&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Telling &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my whole life&lt;/span&gt; with his words&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killing me softly with his song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-8730628391730408410</id><published>2009-10-26T19:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:19:33.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pack up﻿ &lt;em&gt;all your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw em in your back seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Leave without a second glance&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow &lt;strong&gt;I'm to blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;never ending&lt;/strike&gt; racetrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We call life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Turn right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;my arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You won't be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You &lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall off this track sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hope to see you at the finish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving all your friends out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Speed you cannot follow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will be on &lt;em&gt;your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow &lt;strike&gt;I'm to blame&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this &lt;strong&gt;never ending racetrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We call life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;my arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You won't be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall off this track sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hope to see you at the finish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bet all I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I gave everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;But you had &lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;to go your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And that road &lt;strike&gt;was not for me&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Turn right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;my arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Turn right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You won't be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Fall off this track sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/SuYgYqfxiEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/L2or6Zw6aLw/s1600-h/100_2045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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la fuerte, pero soi debil, mui debil,:(&lt;br /&gt;como qisiera dejar todo esto atras:(&lt;br /&gt;y seguir con mi vida, asi como era antes!:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-7084663634286485918?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7084663634286485918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-hago-la-fuerte-pero-soi-debil-mui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/7084663634286485918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/7084663634286485918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;se que hay muchas aunque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ninguna como esta&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;mi vida tiene &lt;strong&gt;sentido&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;porque formas parte de ella&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;todo es &lt;strong&gt;perfecto&lt;/strong&gt;, yo pienso de día y de noche te sueño,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esclavo de mis palabras dueño de mis pensamientos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y miento cuando digo que quiero escapar sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;porque siento que &lt;strong&gt;si no estas falta un pedazo de mi&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te quiero&lt;/span&gt;!,&lt;em&gt; por encima de todo, palabras se quedan cortas&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sentirte es lo mas precioso, &lt;em&gt;me pierdo en tu mirada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;strong&gt;derrito en tu boca&lt;/strong&gt;, me despierto junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;luego chocar el mar en las rocas, &lt;em&gt;se que es duro ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;como se aleja el tren y la persona que mas amas viaja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y se marcha con el,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;pero la distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;no es obstáculo para ninguno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, desde una &lt;strong&gt;playa solos&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;vimos &lt;strong&gt;amanecer juntos&lt;/strong&gt;, son &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sentimientos agarrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a estos folios una historia tan fantástica&lt;br /&gt;donde &lt;strike&gt;no existe el odio&lt;/strike&gt; faltan paginas en este&lt;br /&gt;cuento que los dos llenamos, &lt;em&gt;cada paso, cada beso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada abrazo es un relato que narra mi cabeza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;strong&gt;escribe este corazón&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque la única razón de seguir es esta relación&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuestra unión…el vinculo que nos une,&lt;br /&gt;quiero bajar de la luna y elevarte hasta las nubes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solos, rozando el limite de lo prohibido&lt;br /&gt;para hacer &lt;strong&gt;mas especial el momento en que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos unimos para formar solo uno&lt;/strong&gt;, no es solo&lt;br /&gt;una historia mas…momentos que ninguno de los dos&lt;br /&gt;jamás olvidará…Te quiero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas allá del &lt;span style="background-color: #b45f06; color: #fff2cc;"&gt;sol &lt;/span&gt;abra un lugar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;donde &lt;strong&gt;mis sueños&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;se hacen realidad&lt;/span&gt;…donde &lt;strong&gt;tu estés&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo &lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque mi historia esta donde tu estas…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres tan &lt;strong&gt;grande para mi&lt;/strong&gt;, que en mi corazón no cabes,&lt;br /&gt;quiero &lt;em&gt;alejarme junto a ti a un lugar donde no haya nadie&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;aunque &lt;strike&gt;entre tu y yo haya distancia&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca nos va a separar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ojala el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;se &lt;strong&gt;parara para poderte besar eternamente&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;porque es mi corazón el que te siente,&lt;br /&gt;es que &lt;strong&gt;quiero estar contigo cada momento para siempre&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;hace explotar sentimientos donde no podían crecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;las mariposas vuelan libremente&lt;/em&gt;, formas parte de mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;porque&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; tu eres mi sol entre millones de estrellas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero entre ellas solo se te ve a ti por ser la mas bella&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;imaginemos que formado tal las nubes desde el suelo&lt;br /&gt;porque sentirte &lt;strong&gt;tan cerca es como flotar por el cielo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero que seas &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mi pasado presente y futuro&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;el ayer el hoy y el mañana, gracias por estar juntos,&lt;br /&gt;en un edén sin fin con el fin de dar sin pedir a cambio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiero respirar el aire que contienen tus labios&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;te quiero &lt;em&gt;mas que todo&lt;/em&gt; y mas que nada en este mundo,&lt;br /&gt;¿&lt;em&gt;Cómo te puedo querer tanto&lt;/em&gt;? , a veces me lo pregunto,&lt;br /&gt;quiero &lt;strong&gt;verte, tenerte, hacerte mía para siempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;em&gt;tu ocupas cada momento que existe en mi mente&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;por &lt;strike&gt;ti lo dejaba todo atrás&lt;/strike&gt;, porque cuando estoy contigo&lt;br /&gt;siento que &lt;strong&gt;no importa nada lo demás&lt;/strong&gt;, en un cuento&lt;br /&gt;de hadas perfecto se que nadie nos entiende,&lt;br /&gt;esto es único porque &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nuestros corazones se quieren&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;contigo el tiempo &lt;strike&gt;pasa rápido y eso me jode&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cuando no, &lt;strong&gt;pasa muy lento y en contra se nos pone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas por encima de lo que existe y de lo que no va mas&lt;br /&gt;allá de las palabras aunque el amor se exprese con un Te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas allá del sol &lt;strong&gt;abra un lugar,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;donde &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;mis sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se hacen &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;donde &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; estés&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt; quiero estar&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque &lt;strong&gt;mi historia&lt;/strong&gt; esta donde &lt;strong&gt;tu estas&lt;/strong&gt;….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son escritos, cartas actos que plasman lo que sientes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caricias besos abrazos miradas que nunca mienten&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;siempre, escribo en nuestro diario nuestra historia de dos,&lt;br /&gt;decidimos titularlo, nuestra habitación&lt;br /&gt;de dos tu mundo para nosotros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;necesito llevarte siempre conmigo aunque sea en fotos&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;se que parece imposible pero &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada día te quiero mas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque esta historia tiene &lt;strong&gt;principio, pero no final&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;tienes algo y ese algo te hace &lt;strong&gt;ser especial&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fácil de sentir, difícil de explicar&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Te quiero&lt;/span&gt;! Solo tu y yo en &lt;strike&gt;nuestro mundo perfecto&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;eres tan perfecta que me has hecho pillar complejo,&lt;br /&gt;26 &lt;strong&gt;fue el primer día del resto de nuestras vidas&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ya no se como decírtelo mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;quiero que seas &lt;strong&gt;para siempre mía&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;solo tu y yo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;nuestra historia perfecta, nuestra historia de dos&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas allá del sol&lt;strong&gt; abra un lugar&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;donde &lt;strong&gt;mis sueños&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se hacen realidad&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;donde &lt;strong&gt;tu estés&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo &lt;/strong&gt;quiero estar…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque &lt;strong&gt;mi historia&lt;/strong&gt; esta donde &lt;strong&gt;tu estas&lt;/strong&gt;….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/StfJrBslJ7I/AAAAAAAAABI/OnddnkLrS7w/s1600-h/La+q+va+a+flog+17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/StfJrBslJ7I/AAAAAAAAABI/OnddnkLrS7w/s320/La+q+va+a+flog+17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feiito,(L), no te das una idea, de lo mucho que te extraño y te necesito(U:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-8919170593272810811?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-5149367298392835135</id><published>2009-10-05T22:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:42:31.554-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ortiz Enet Cristian Abru cubi shuliee anto guille eli yaz melu Swimming 7º AyB(L Amigos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;la vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que cosa maravillosa(?) pero q fea a la vez, no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;osea, aprendes miles de cosas de ella, pero sufris, como qien no qiere la cosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero, de todo lo malo, algo bueno se saca,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de todo ese dolo, y ese sufrimiento, algo bueno aprendere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;creo yo,,,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la vida te agarra, te estruja, te tira, te patea, y te caga a palos(?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero despues, con el tiempo, uno se cura,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;el tiempo lo cura todo, pero se necesita mucho tiempo, para heridas grandes, como la mia,,,,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tal vez, pasen años, antes de volver a se lo que era, pero esta bien,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lo acepto, algo bueno de esto voi a tener que sacar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tal vez, q gracias a esa locura q me agarron, al pasar todo esto, encontre, a mis mejores amigas/os, &lt;br /&gt;amigas/os, que amo con el alma, que me hacen feliz, &lt;br /&gt;q me hacen reir, &lt;br /&gt;llorar, &lt;br /&gt;gritar(?)&lt;br /&gt;putearxD&lt;br /&gt;y miles de cosas, cosas&amp;nbsp; hermosas(L)&lt;br /&gt;cosas, q jamas, jamas, voi a olvidar, &lt;br /&gt;por que fueron momentos increibles, y ..&lt;br /&gt;si hai algo q no qiero olvidarme NUNCA!&lt;br /&gt;es de ellos(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MIS AMIGOS(L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las personas mas &lt;strong&gt;importantes del universo entero,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esos, q con solo una llamada, o una sonrisa, o lo que fuere, &lt;strong&gt;me hacen feliz(&lt;/strong&gt;L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me hacen qererlos cada dia mas&lt;/span&gt;(L&lt;br /&gt;a pesar de q me pelee, o de que me enoje, yo siempre los voi a qerer, por que son lo mas importante q tengo(L)&lt;br /&gt;todos i cada uno de ustedes(L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;la puta(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;la wacha(L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mi dog(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shulie, la loca esa q tanto qiero(L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guille, q aunq cn vos, no c, las cosas no esan mui bm, o almenos, eso creo yo, aun te qiero, y mucho(L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mi espo, Eli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mi sister, Yaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Melu(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Criss(L) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Andruz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Daniii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eriik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Crish, mi socioo(L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;juanii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;y montones maas(L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDAAAAAAA LA ORTIZ(L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese &lt;strong&gt;grupo hermoso&lt;/strong&gt; (A y B), que &lt;strong&gt;me llego al corazon, como nadie jamas en este mundo(&lt;/strong&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;que me hisieron &lt;strong&gt;reir, llorar, enojarme&lt;/strong&gt; como nunca(L)&lt;br /&gt;me hisieron &lt;strong&gt;cagarlos a trompadasxD&lt;/strong&gt;, decirles lo &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mucho que los amo&lt;/span&gt;, y hasta &lt;strike&gt;revoliarles, los zapatos azules mios(L), por la cabeza:|&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ustedes, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ORTIZ&lt;/span&gt;, que me llenaron de espuma, en la entrega de diplomas:|, &lt;br /&gt;que me hisieron llorar en el viaje,&lt;br /&gt;que me hisieron enojarme cn sus cargadas-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;q me hisieron feliz, durante 7 años de mi vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;les debo, mas que mucho&lt;/span&gt;(L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esos charlas pelotudas que teniamos(L), jamas las voi a tener cn nadie, por que ustedes son unicos(L, y son importantisimos para mi(L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOS AMO MAS QUE A MUCHOS&lt;/span&gt;(L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enet,:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ustedes, que los conosco hace &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;taaan poqito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pero qe ya se ganaron un lugar en mi corazon(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son tan &lt;strong&gt;importantes&lt;/strong&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;es increible, lo rapido que nos conocimos, y nos empesamos a llevar bm y blabla,&lt;br /&gt;parece q fue ayer, el primer dia de clasexD, todos asi, re "holaaa, soi blabla, como te llamas? ajaja, q piola:|" we, no fue tan asixD&lt;br /&gt;Todavia me acuerdo, &lt;em&gt;q ninguno de ustedes, sabia lo q era NARDO-.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajajajxD&lt;br /&gt;fue mui gracioso, por q yo toi acostumbrada, a q todos conocen &lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;mi lenguaje re choto:|&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jajaja&lt;br /&gt;fue unico ese dia, y todos los q le siguieron(L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOS AMO(L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voi a dormir-.-&lt;br /&gt;mañana tengo &lt;strike&gt;biologia y dibujo:@-.-&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chau gente(?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-5149367298392835135?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-1326113851715354607</id><published>2009-09-29T19:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:50:08.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of you - Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I will not&lt;/strike&gt; make the same &lt;strong&gt;mistakes &lt;/strong&gt;that &lt;em&gt;you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I will not&lt;/strike&gt; let myself cause &lt;strong&gt;my heart so much misery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I will not&lt;/strike&gt; break the way you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've&lt;strong&gt; learned the hard way&lt;/strong&gt;, to never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;never stray too far&lt;/strike&gt; from the sidewalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learned to play on&lt;strong&gt; the safe side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I find it hard to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lose my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;cannot cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Because I know that's &lt;em&gt;weakness in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;forced&lt;/strong&gt; to&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt; fake a smile, a laugh&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every day of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I never stray too far&lt;/strike&gt; from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I learned to play on &lt;strong&gt;the safe side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I find &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it hard to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;watched &lt;strike&gt;you die&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;heard &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every night&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;em&gt;your sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You should have &lt;em&gt;known better than to lean on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;now &lt;strong&gt;I cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In the &lt;strong&gt;middle of the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I never stray too far&lt;/strike&gt; from the sidewalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learned to play on &lt;strong&gt;the safe side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I tried my hardest just to forget everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;ashamed&lt;/strong&gt; of my life because &lt;strong&gt;it's empty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am afraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/SsKOnt3RfCI/AAAAAAAAABA/X0u-W7aDEKY/s1600-h/foto+1+117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/SsKOnt3RfCI/AAAAAAAAABA/X0u-W7aDEKY/s320/foto+1+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-1326113851715354607?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1326113851715354607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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a vivir con lo que tengo&lt;/i&gt;, aunque me cueste, tengo q seguir con lo que me toco,&lt;br /&gt;en la vida todo es &lt;b&gt;azar&lt;/b&gt;, y mi vida, es el ejemplo perfecto de azar,&lt;br /&gt;un dia es una cosa, pero el siguiente cambia todo,&lt;br /&gt;me tocan vivir cosas, q talves, si qisiera ponerlas todas juntas, &lt;i&gt;ninguna tiene nada que ver con nadaa&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;pero estoi &lt;i&gt;aprendiendo&lt;/i&gt; a usar todo eso q me pasa, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;para bien&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;cosa q jamas pense hacer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;estoi aprovechando todo lo bueno q me dio la vida (q no es mucho q digamos)&lt;br /&gt;y lo estoi usando, y creo, q si sigo asi, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sere feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;algun dia&lt;/i&gt;, dentro de mucho, cuando sea grande, y mi vida &lt;strike&gt;sea otra cosa&lt;/strike&gt;, q nada q ver cn ahora, voi a leer toodo esto y voi a decir: &lt;i&gt;de verdad me sentia asi? osea, &lt;strike&gt;tan triste&lt;/strike&gt;? y ahora, &lt;b&gt;estoi taan bien?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rezen por q este bm-.-)&lt;br /&gt;wen, me fui a bldear, beso gente:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;guu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-1875536706347628039?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1875536706347628039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2009/09/wen-hace-mucho-q-no-actualizo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/1875536706347628039'/><link rel='self' 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que pasa, &lt;strong&gt;otro problema nuevo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BASTA DE PROBLEMAS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;arta, q siempre tenga q ser &lt;strong&gt;yo&lt;/strong&gt;, la q tiene q &lt;strong&gt;lidiar con los&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;problemas de todos&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;yo tengo &lt;strong&gt;mis problemas&lt;/strong&gt;!, no necesito los suyos!&lt;br /&gt;dios!,&lt;br /&gt;no doi mas, me voi a tomar algo, y me voi a dormir,&lt;br /&gt;hasta luego gente!&lt;br /&gt;actualizo mañana, o sino, mas tarde, si me agarra inspiracion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-4857041516765008377?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/4857041516765008377/comments/default' 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que a nada en el mundo, pero &lt;strong&gt;cambiamos,&lt;/strong&gt; mucho, y ahora, nos cuesta &lt;strong&gt;volver atras&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fuimos &lt;strong&gt;felices&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mui felices&lt;/span&gt;, pero se &lt;strong&gt;arruino todo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;y es lo q mas &lt;strong&gt;me duele&lt;/strong&gt;, no poder decir, &lt;strong&gt;El es mi mejor amigo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te extraño&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;mucho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;pero tengo q &lt;strong&gt;aprender a vivir sin vos&lt;/strong&gt;!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;aunque &lt;strong&gt;cueste&lt;/strong&gt;, aunque me &lt;strong&gt;duela&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;no vas a volver!, y no qiero q vuelvas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gus&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/6624140533444142914-2651991733145797400?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2651991733145797400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2009/09/2409-la-manana-en-el-cole.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mi pasado, es lo q me hace mal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mi pasado, me sigue y me &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tortura&lt;/span&gt;, impidiendome ver el futuro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;si solo me dejara en paz, podria &lt;strong&gt;seguir adelante&lt;/strong&gt;, con mejor cara, con mas &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ESPERANZA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;eso es lo q me hace falta! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ESPERANZA!,&lt;/span&gt; esperanza de un &lt;strong&gt;futuro mejor&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;de q mañana, sera un&lt;strong&gt; mejor dia&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;como quisiera poder &lt;strike&gt;deshacerme de mi pasado&lt;/strike&gt;, y empesar una &lt;em&gt;nueva vida&lt;/em&gt;!, como una &lt;strong&gt;persona nueva&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Es una &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;carga mui pasada&lt;/span&gt;, q seguramente, la llevare el&lt;strong&gt; resto de mi vida&lt;/strong&gt;!, o talvez no, no lo se, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;pero, lo q con &lt;strong&gt;seguridad se&lt;/strong&gt;, es que este &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;dolor intenso&lt;/span&gt;, esta &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desgarradura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, en lo mas profundo de mi, &lt;strong&gt;siempre estara conmigo&lt;/strong&gt;!, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;aunque me olvide, de como se formo, siempre la voi a tener, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nunca va a faltar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/SrrS678wNEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Rm35Lrr-C_M/s1600-h/100_2238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/SrrS678wNEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Rm35Lrr-C_M/s320/100_2238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-1673384165000939324?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1673384165000939324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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mal!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te descubri&lt;/strong&gt; al instante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;no captas q yo &lt;strong&gt;no me trago tus mentiras&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;andate con &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;qien qieras&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;dejame vivir&lt;/strong&gt; mi vida!, q bastante bien me las apaño solita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;es como &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DEJAME VIVIR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no te necesito&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;o al menos, de eso intento convenverme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fui totalmente &lt;strong&gt;sincera&lt;/strong&gt; con vos, y &lt;strong&gt;asi me lo pagas&lt;/strong&gt;? dejandome en lo &lt;strong&gt;peor de la tormenta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hombre&lt;/strike&gt; tenias q ser para ser &lt;strike&gt;tan tonto&lt;/strike&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;dejade de &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;jueguitos&lt;/span&gt; conmigo, q &lt;strong&gt;yo no caigo mas&lt;/strong&gt;!, me&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; arte&lt;/span&gt; de vos!,y de tus &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;estupideses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;eramos &lt;strong&gt;mejores amigos&lt;/strong&gt;!, &lt;em&gt;q nos paso? q hise mal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;me encantaria poder volver &lt;strong&gt;todo a la normalidad!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ser esos amigos q &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;eramos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;casi inseparables, unicos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;juntos, fuimos felices&lt;/span&gt;, pero vos encontraste &lt;strike&gt;otra forma de ser feliz&lt;/strike&gt; y te olvidaste de que eras vos, el q &lt;strong&gt;me mantenia con vida&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;pero &lt;strong&gt;resisti&lt;/strong&gt; y aca estoi, escribiendo esto!, lo q realmente &lt;strong&gt;siento,&lt;/strong&gt; lo que realmente &lt;strong&gt;me hisiste&lt;/strong&gt;, lo q realmente &lt;strong&gt;odio&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;te amo&lt;/span&gt; tanto, como tanto &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;te odio&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;sos algo demasiado importante para mi, tanto &lt;strong&gt;para bien&lt;/strong&gt;, como &lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para mal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Te &lt;strong&gt;necesito&lt;/strong&gt;, pero cuando venis, te qiero &lt;strong&gt;lejos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;q se habra &lt;strike&gt;arruinado entre nosotros&lt;/strike&gt;:(?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;te Amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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noche'/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-8799345126003015095</id><published>2009-09-23T22:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:42:58.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>22/09 a la noche (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;22/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mi vida &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;gira entorno a la &lt;strike&gt;joda&lt;/strike&gt;, como medio unvierso cree-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nop, todo lo contrario, gira entorno al &lt;em&gt;estupido &lt;strong&gt;dolor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, q me esta &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;matando&lt;/span&gt; por dentro:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;por q no captan q en mi vida, &lt;strong&gt;no todo es joda&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;q yo tambien &lt;strong&gt;sufro&lt;/strong&gt;!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'M NOT SUPERGIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i si nos dejamos de joder, y volvemos a la realidad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;el mundo no es &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;rosa&lt;/span&gt;!, es mas qe nada &lt;strong&gt;NEGRO&lt;/strong&gt;!, con alguna q otra tonalidad &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;rosa&lt;/span&gt;, pero ese &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;rosa&lt;/span&gt;, desaparece al entrar la noche, y estando solos, nos acordamos de todos los problemas, de los cuales nos olvidamos, y todo vuelve a ser &lt;strong&gt;negro&lt;/strong&gt; otra ves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;y aunqe cueste, aunq me tiren para abajo, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YO ME VOI A LEVANTAR&amp;nbsp;Y SEGUIR PELEANDO!,&lt;/span&gt; por que es lo que realmente importa!, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NO RENDIRSE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;voi a pelear ahora, contra toda esta oscuridad, y creo, q al final, &lt;strong&gt;ganare&lt;/strong&gt; esta batalla, y voi a ver otra ves la luz, &lt;strike&gt;alejando el negro de mi mundo&lt;/strike&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;pero &lt;strong&gt;falta, mucho&lt;/strong&gt;, y en este momento, &lt;strong&gt;estoi perdiendo&lt;/strong&gt;!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;podre &lt;strike&gt;perder esta batalla&lt;/strike&gt;, pero la &lt;strong&gt;guerra, no&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;no voi a parar, hasta el dia q &lt;strike&gt;mi corazóndeje de latir&lt;/strike&gt;, y me pueda ir en &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;paz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sin mas sufrimiento!, si mas oscuridad&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;todo seria &lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;luminoso y feliz&lt;/span&gt;, como a mi me gusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ojala algun dia,se termine todo esto, y pase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gus&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/6624140533444142914-8799345126003015095?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/feeds/8799345126003015095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2009/09/2209-mi-vida-no-gira-entorno-la-joda.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/8799345126003015095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6624140533444142914/posts/default/8799345126003015095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niidamenn.blogspot.com/2009/09/2209-mi-vida-no-gira-entorno-la-joda.html' title='22/09 a la noche (1)'/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-8067011281692571083</id><published>2009-09-22T18:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:07:20.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a ti -  Wisin y Yandel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;W con Yandel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hemos &lt;strong&gt;reído&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hemos &lt;strike&gt;llorado&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hemos pasado muchos &lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;momentos hermosos&lt;/span&gt; de nuestras vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(la revolución)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gracias por estar aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eres especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yo solo quiero que escuches esta canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentí &lt;strike&gt;frío&lt;/strike&gt; y tu me &lt;strong&gt;abrigaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he &lt;strike&gt;caído&lt;/strike&gt; y tu me &lt;strong&gt;levantaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una mujer con &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;determinación&lt;/span&gt; (gracias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a mi vida le dio &lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;dirección&lt;/span&gt; (W Yandel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentí &lt;strike&gt;frío&lt;/strike&gt; y tu me &lt;strong&gt;abrigaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he &lt;strike&gt;caído&lt;/strike&gt; y tu me &lt;strong&gt;levantaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una mujer con &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;determinación&lt;/span&gt; (aha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a mi vida le dio &lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;dirección&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Yandel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gracias a ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; hoy soy feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuando &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;llegaste aprendí a vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y es que &lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;gracias a ti&lt;/span&gt; (gracias)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy &lt;strong&gt;puedo ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuando llegaste &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;aprendí a vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(princesa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;sonrisa&lt;/span&gt; (por favor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sacerdotisa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eres mi reina, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mi todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mi princesa sumisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me plancha la camisa pa' que la acompañe a la misa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siempre con una risa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mami chula &lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;mi dulce brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y antes era &lt;strike&gt;malo&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy quiero ser &lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;consiente de que aveces yo &lt;strong&gt;desenfreno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuando &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;me toca y me habla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; me tranquilizo y me freno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que no se hable mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;la &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;es la dueña de mi terreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gracias a ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; hoy soy feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuando &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;llegaste aprendí a vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y es que &lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;gracias a ti&lt;/span&gt; (gracias)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy &lt;strong&gt;puedo ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuando llegaste &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;aprendí a vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sierra tus ojos y piensa algo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;un homenaje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mi mami tiene &lt;strong&gt;coraje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cambio de mi lo salvaje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ella tiene el brebaje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me pone mal&lt;/strong&gt; (tu lo sabe')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y empiezo a temblar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y empiezo a viajar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y no quiero aterrizar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tremenda &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tal sin el&lt;/span&gt;la &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;agonizante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;lo que siente mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;por el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #a64d79; color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;es gigante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dame un shoc al corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de pasión fulminante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ven conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y de la cara no me quites el guante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;agradecido, y sí lo se, que te he faltado el respeto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;gracias&lt;/span&gt; por todavía &lt;strong&gt;seguir aquí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;gracias&lt;/span&gt; por ser &lt;strong&gt;parte de mi vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sabes que eres &lt;strong&gt;muy especial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;W Yandel Víctor el nazi Nezti el profesor Gomez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;princesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;presta mucha atención&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentí &lt;strike&gt;frío&lt;/strike&gt; y tu me &lt;strong&gt;abrigaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he &lt;strike&gt;caído&lt;/strike&gt; y tu me &lt;strong&gt;levantaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una mujer con &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;determinación&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a mi vida le dio &lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;dirección&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentí &lt;strike&gt;frío&lt;/strike&gt; y tu me &lt;strong&gt;abrigaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he &lt;strike&gt;caído&lt;/strike&gt; y tu me &lt;strong&gt;levantaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una mujer con &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;determinación&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a mi vida le dio &lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;dirección&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gracias a ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; hoy soy feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuando &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;llegaste aprendí a vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y es que &lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;gracias a ti&lt;/span&gt; (gracias)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy &lt;strong&gt;puedo ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuando llegaste &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;aprendí a &lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6624140533444142914-8067011281692571083?l=niidamenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-1983904133510385356</id><published>2009-09-22T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:30:17.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In this word (murder) - good charlotte</title><content type='html'>In this world all of our sins are simple&lt;br /&gt;we choose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #d9ead3;"&gt;death over innocent life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in this world &lt;u&gt;it's not our money &lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;that's evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's the one's who choose it &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;over life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;my heart i cannot believe in this &lt;strong&gt;murder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will not be fed by the lies&lt;br /&gt;or the life that's created just to be murdered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;No matter&lt;/strike&gt; how hard they try and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;no matter&lt;/strike&gt; how loud they cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they can't buy&lt;/strong&gt; their way into heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;no matter&lt;/strike&gt; how hard they try and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;no matter&lt;/strike&gt; how &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high &lt;/strong&gt;they climb up the ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;they won't reach up into heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;can't&lt;/strike&gt; see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;innocent lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pointless suffering&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;in my heart i wanna undo &lt;strike&gt;all this murder&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;give back&lt;/strong&gt; their &lt;span style="background-color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;innocent life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open cages and stop their luxurious murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's murder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how hard they try and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter &lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;how loud they cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they can't buy&lt;/strong&gt; their way into heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how hard they try and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high &lt;/strong&gt;they climb up the ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;they won't reach up into heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;innocent life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what have we done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;no mercy&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;no matter how hard they try&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for beautiful &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;and no matter how loud they cry&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;money &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;blood &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;they can't buy their way into heaven&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's murder&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;how hard they try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how loud they cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they can't buy&lt;/strong&gt; their way into &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how hard they try and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high &lt;/strong&gt;they climb up the ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 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charlotte'/><author><name>Aguu!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16861121072847410978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0Dr9FyTZ5g/Srk4HrggrfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3UuEgDyGe38/S220/foto+211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624140533444142914.post-8612898441549644594</id><published>2009-09-22T17:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:11:04.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Soy capaz de manejar las sombras, pero no de luchar contra un eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;puedo manejar un poco mi oscuridad, pero no extingirla totalmente, o al menos, no por ahora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;me duele el simple hecho de pensar, en lo que fui, y&amp;nbsp;lo q me gustaria ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;una &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;persona feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;tengo clarito, q no siempre se puede ser feliz, pero, me gustaria serlo, aunq sea por un rato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;puedo pasar &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;buenos momentos&lt;/span&gt;, en los q estoi contenta, pero jamas, totalmente feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;y, lo ams feo de todo, ees que se &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;quien tiene la culpa&lt;/span&gt;, y que aunq qisera q esa persona lo arreglara, &lt;strike&gt;no puedo!&lt;/strike&gt;, no qiere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;y ensima, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;, la unica persona que me &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;acercaba lo mas posible a la felicidad&lt;/span&gt;, estamos &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;peleados:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;y aunque conosi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;gente nueva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, me me hace pasar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;momentos hermosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sigo &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;igual&lt;/span&gt;, o incluso,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; peor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;dios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;no tengo ganas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;beso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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