tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61611832429422406562024-02-20T18:45:39.737-08:00Myra HindleySi juegas con el mejor... muere como las demás.MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-5816162325163024292010-12-06T18:01:00.000-08:002010-12-06T18:04:09.058-08:00Y es que contigo no me importan los excesos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuTi9ZNfTIgXg8KzaDLkU1x4poGuVpWF_sUYyG00VVWIjzB9o3JAYiaC4MLLU9AkRfZ05k_ySOvCjeIX_F-A1opN8GvMDy8NgJSW1WG3wDGx5QFVfiIaNcbuzPPHdF7YE4mQNVFTUDu38/s1600/69593_1769841485032_1209066218_2051522_205251_n.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhuTi9ZNfTIgXg8KzaDLkU1x4poGuVpWF_sUYyG00VVWIjzB9o3JAYiaC4MLLU9AkRfZ05k_ySOvCjeIX_F-A1opN8GvMDy8NgJSW1WG3wDGx5QFVfiIaNcbuzPPHdF7YE4mQNVFTUDu38/s320/69593_1769841485032_1209066218_2051522_205251_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547755221466915810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Te extraño </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" >(si lo deseas solo manda un señal)</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Se que el amor te ha dejado un par de heridas pero esconderse nunca ha sido la salida.</span><br /></span></div>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-45962118636472003662010-12-03T14:42:00.001-08:002010-12-03T14:46:34.489-08:00Eres<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Kbws9GC8CE88YEC_dFdVJshnPhJ-Kk7LbKBtgUP4zG1A0wDdWmuYF9BqicTi55uJgPaRSmPplgGU5yX8KJ-unCs225x4XQAQEIPMHuOWQyHp1iqqKKT81qdZBvKcG2AgI0Q1k1mmwmdi/s1600/156928_1659287875070_1023337935_1793483_7647132_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Kbws9GC8CE88YEC_dFdVJshnPhJ-Kk7LbKBtgUP4zG1A0wDdWmuYF9BqicTi55uJgPaRSmPplgGU5yX8KJ-unCs225x4XQAQEIPMHuOWQyHp1iqqKKT81qdZBvKcG2AgI0Q1k1mmwmdi/s320/156928_1659287875070_1023337935_1793483_7647132_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546590504495701938" border="0" /></a><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">El </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">tiempo </span>que <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">comparto </span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">eso eres.</span><br /></span></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCB38m-JVKTc3LrUCKh9C_fYQfOzgAsM_27aUsmmsoEjn3E50DDgwj96HN7cVPH_8oDNl7TZQWtcIcm3o8WRXYV1B9SDkKI0vFAzz4138zy_2YhVDSdGjKrtzyvCHd-dH7WaYcz730VTgE/s1600/150887_1659288515086_1023337935_1793488_5739833_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCB38m-JVKTc3LrUCKh9C_fYQfOzgAsM_27aUsmmsoEjn3E50DDgwj96HN7cVPH_8oDNl7TZQWtcIcm3o8WRXYV1B9SDkKI0vFAzz4138zy_2YhVDSdGjKrtzyvCHd-dH7WaYcz730VTgE/s320/150887_1659288515086_1023337935_1793488_5739833_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546590506114963890" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Soy</span>, el que querer te quiere como nadie <span style="font-weight: bold;">soy</span>.<br /></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfEeD8KDVwpofSLgP55qnCY8J81IgILMBGveqbIagKggR_cbXortBJdBtMgPH-0TYaWjE-VDmCy6kHA6CadXgcpiFsMHtL6UNA_IEk0FFJa5Ihvl-bLoC4PDCRiYY92hkb64kTvh_LRLZ/s1600/60761_1659293515211_1023337935_1793522_5625954_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfEeD8KDVwpofSLgP55qnCY8J81IgILMBGveqbIagKggR_cbXortBJdBtMgPH-0TYaWjE-VDmCy6kHA6CadXgcpiFsMHtL6UNA_IEk0FFJa5Ihvl-bLoC4PDCRiYY92hkb64kTvh_LRLZ/s320/60761_1659293515211_1023337935_1793522_5625954_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546590502239428578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;">Espero aqui sentada <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">hasta el final</span></span>. No te has imaginado lo que por ti he esperado<span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> pues eres</span>. <span style="font-family: arial;">Lo que yo </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">amo </span>en este <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">mundo </span><span style="font-family: courier new;">eso eres</span>.</span><br /></blockquote>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-48665122016897417902010-10-13T22:27:00.000-07:002010-10-13T22:29:56.725-07:00ha vuelto a suceder<p><strong>Ha vuelto ha suceder y jure no volverlo a hacer. </strong><em>Tres botellas a mi lado indican que falle otra vez</em> y este dolor en mi cabeza, me hace pensar mas en ella. <span class=" fbUnderline">No era la mejor manera de calmar mi obsesion, necesito olvidarle. Estoy a punto de odiarle,</span> pero <span class=" fbUnderline"><strong>nuevamente es viernes, me traiciona la razon.</strong> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><em>Porque nada es suficiente, si estar mal es lo de siempre, seguire mezclando ganas con alcohol.</em></span></span></p><p>Ya ves ha vuelto a suceder, no lo puedo entender <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">que tu recuerdo me atravieza y me hace enloquecer. </span>Hoy te busque otra vez,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> mi mundo esta al reves...</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Estoy borracho y no tengo miedo a caer.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Solo fui victima de la ocasion</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">soy un conjunto de errores que no tiene solucion</span>. Por debajo del promedio puedo ser un perdedor, cuando miro al espejo aparece ese huevon.</span> Ya ves ha vuelto a suceder, no lo puedo entender que tu recuerdo me atravieza y me hace enloquecer. Hoy te busque otra vez, mi mundo esta al reves... Estoy borracho y no tengo miedo a caer.</p>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-22363289251867913552010-10-13T14:51:00.000-07:002010-10-13T14:53:44.271-07:00Ella no está.Laura no esta, Laura se fue. Laura se escapa de mi vida... <strong>Y tu que si estas</strong>,<em> preguntas porque la amo a pesar de las heridas.</em> Lo ocupa todo su recuerdo, no consigo olvidar el peso de su cuerpo. Laura no esta, eso lo se <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">y no la encontrare en tu piel... </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Es enfermizo sabes que no quisiera besarte a ti pensando en ella.</strong></span> Esta noche inventare una tregua, <em style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">ya no quiero pensar.</em> <strong>Mas contigo olvidare su ausencia...</strong><br />Y si te como a besos tal vez la noche sea mas corta, no lo se. Yo solo no me basto, quedate. <em>Y llename su espacio, quedate, quedate. </em>Laure se fue, no dijo adios, dejando rota mi pasion. Laura quiza ya me olvido y otro rozo su corazon. Yo solo se decir su nombre no recuerdo nisiquiera el mio, quien me abrigara este frio?<br /><strong>Puede ser dificil para ti, pero no puedo olvidarla. </strong>Creo que es logico, por mas que ella entente escaparme ella está.<br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Unas horas jugare<span style="font-size:85%;"> (jugaras)</span> a quererte</span>, pero cuando vuelva a amanecer me perderas para siempre. </strong></em><br />Y si te como a besos, sabras<em> lo mucho que me duele este dolor</em>. No encontrare en tu abrazo el sabor de los sueños que Laura me robo. <em style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Si me enredo en tu cuerpo sabras que solo Laura es dueña de mi amor.</em> No encontrare en tu abrazo el sabor de los besos que Laura me robo, me robo.MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-71952291621019449962010-10-04T12:45:00.000-07:002010-10-04T12:47:25.354-07:00can't stop<span style="font-style: italic;">The world I love </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The tears I drop </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To be part of </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The wave can't stop </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ever wonder if it's all for you </span><br />The world I love <br />The trains I hop <br />To be part of <br />The wave can't stop <br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Come and tell me when it's time to</span><br /><br />Wait a minute I'm passing out <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Win or lose just like you </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Far more shocking </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Than anything i ever knew </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">How about you </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">10 more reasons <br />Why i need somebody new just like you </span><br />Far more shocking than anything I ever knew <br />Right on cueMarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-57960273887392367312010-09-28T17:38:00.000-07:002010-09-28T17:42:21.376-07:00I won't go quietly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVH9OBYRs2EB_uz4Dck7P-6L6dW040H7Xjn7yslfuD-YZU64-bFuMy570x0Ny-qGd7QV3ywvtRbaxuIAVqG2BHmNsy6YA6BHWxueuG3-w45Rv1-5jqJNiaoYtH7O3xmYFjeKpOapWphpM/s1600/1285123876413_f.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVH9OBYRs2EB_uz4Dck7P-6L6dW040H7Xjn7yslfuD-YZU64-bFuMy570x0Ny-qGd7QV3ywvtRbaxuIAVqG2BHmNsy6YA6BHWxueuG3-w45Rv1-5jqJNiaoYtH7O3xmYFjeKpOapWphpM/s320/1285123876413_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522128579591061746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I <span style="font-weight: bold;">needed more </span>than just a kiss goodnight</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Had to go get something out my system I</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">ignored the warnings</span>, bit the fruit</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">She might have tasted good</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> But man she was my kryptonite</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Shoulda known she was trouble from the start</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I, knew she'd broken hearts</span></span> I,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">thought I'd take that chance</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Danced with the she devil in the pale moonlight</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Alarm bells rang, <span style="font-size:180%;">but I <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">loved </span>the drama</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> In a dark place but I loved the karma sutra</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Shoulda closed that door</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> But I kept going back for more</span><br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> I needed more than just a cheap thrill ride</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> See<span style="font-style: italic;"> I needed something that ran deep inside</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Ignored the warnings, bit the fruit</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">She might have tasted good</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> But man she was my kryptonite</span><br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">She's electric</span>, she's the current running<span style="font-style: italic;"> through my veins</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">I just can't kick the habit</span>)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> She's a siren, hearing voices that I can't explain</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">I just can't kick the habit</span>)</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">Now I should be thinking it over</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Instead I'm calling her over</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Now she's here and <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">she won't go quietly</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">I should be thinking it over</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"> Instead I'm calling her over</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"> Now she's here and she won't go quietly</span></span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Can't see the end of this or who survives</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> It's just another case of do or die</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Can't see the end of this or who survives</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">It's just another case, another case, another case</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"> another case, another case ..</span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-61052145346401192152010-09-28T11:05:00.000-07:002010-09-28T11:11:09.588-07:00Quiero ver.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicEr1ED4py1-SinL0rVJEIRtdB2-hI-ff1u5k2cTMMyphgV5ycn80EWMVg8z7Emz3uUT8dQmXFnSR_1rREsTZivv23wyrGmjIHGPy9hOtw5RgLA2flUBCTLPW1GM9Kjy4jkGEWaLGSj4qD/s1600/1284911384722_f.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicEr1ED4py1-SinL0rVJEIRtdB2-hI-ff1u5k2cTMMyphgV5ycn80EWMVg8z7Emz3uUT8dQmXFnSR_1rREsTZivv23wyrGmjIHGPy9hOtw5RgLA2flUBCTLPW1GM9Kjy4jkGEWaLGSj4qD/s320/1284911384722_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522028563184047410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Quiero ver</span>... tu risa todo el dia. <span style="font-style: italic;">Escuchar</span>... la melodia de tu voz. <span style="font-style: italic;">Qusiera ser</span> el brillo de tus ojos, el peine que desnuda tu esplendor... La esquina que te ve cuando caminas...<br />La forma de tus labios... <span style="font-style: italic;">y quiero ser</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">tu ultimo dolor</span>. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Te pido que me cures esta herida, yo se muy bien que no es tu obligacion.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Tan solo si amortiguas mi caida sera mi salvacion...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prometo </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">intentar no hacerte daño.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prometo </span>darte todo lo que yo....<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Prometo<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">regalarte sin reparo mi corazon... </span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-6191947296489238782010-09-26T16:02:00.000-07:002010-09-26T16:03:53.386-07:00stereo love<em style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">When you're gonna stop breaking my heart?</em><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> </span><strong style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I don't wanna be another one...</strong><span style="font-family: arial;"> Paying for the things I never done. Don't let go, don't let go to my love. </span><em style="font-family: arial;">Can I get to your soul? Can you get to my thought? </em><span style="font-family: arial;" class=" fbUnderline">Can we promise we won't let go?</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><strong style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">All the things that I need, all the things that you need you can make it feel so real</strong><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">. </span>Cuz you can't deny, you've blown my mind... </span><em style="font-family: arial;">When I touch your body I feel I'm loosing control, cuz you can't deny you've blown my mind... </em><span style="font-family: arial;">When I see you baby I just don't wanna let go. I hate to see you cry.</span><span style="font-family: arial;" class=" fbUnderline"><strong> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Your smile is a beautiful lie</span>.</strong></span><span style="font-family: arial;"> I hate to see you cry, my love is dying inside. I can fix all those lies... Oh baby, baby I run, but I'm running to you. You won't see me cry, I'm hiding inside,</span><em style="font-family: arial;"> my heart is in pain but I'm smiling for you.</em><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: arial;" class=" fbUnderline"><em><strong> Oh baby I've tried to make the things right</strong></em></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">,</span> I need you more than air when I'm not with you. </span><em style="font-family: arial;">Please don't ask me why, just kiss me this time. </em><span style="font-family: arial;">My only dream is about</span><strong style="font-family: arial;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">you and I</span>.</strong><span style="font-family: arial;"> Cuz you can't deny, you've blown my mind. When I see you baby I just don't wanna let go. My only dream is about you and I . </span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-63281332103057197302010-09-26T09:55:00.001-07:002010-09-26T09:56:59.225-07:00chanse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoM3vGgUhAXTqWcYlf7KxjKwOB-Re4i_VXztOaLaBXMYFR_Fkguw-Z6pXaXrzwWxqcvgMLQBgWY5U0jMUvZemP8yqWydfg1cZsGB9KR9lO22ihxwcUvhrYQ9YyqCFEBYq_DmX7sEE7W0fE/s1600/46785_1542428393656_1023337935_1559089_192742_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoM3vGgUhAXTqWcYlf7KxjKwOB-Re4i_VXztOaLaBXMYFR_Fkguw-Z6pXaXrzwWxqcvgMLQBgWY5U0jMUvZemP8yqWydfg1cZsGB9KR9lO22ihxwcUvhrYQ9YyqCFEBYq_DmX7sEE7W0fE/s320/46785_1542428393656_1023337935_1559089_192742_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521267257167378018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Día a día aprendiendo a ser, miro hacia atrás todo el camino hecho, lo que pudo ser y lo que fue mi oportunidad de comenzar de nuevo y lo demás francamente no importa. Quien fui todo este tiempo no se ¿quien soy o seré?, ¿habré cumplido un sueño? Intentando la felicidad a prueba y error. La vida es un momento</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong style="font-family: arial;"> y lo demás francamente no importa</strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;">. </span><em style="font-family: arial;">Te miro fijo y me sonreís, no pierdo un día lejos de ti</em><span style="font-family:arial;">, mi chance es hoy.. Miro a tus ojos y me veo ahí, aprovechando cada ocasión, mi chance es hoy... Tantas cosas que habré hecho bien, tantas que hice mal y que ni ahí me entero. </span><strong style="font-family: arial;">Cuanto que desperdicie sin ver que estuviste ahí conmigo todo el tiempo y hoy lo demás francamente no importa</strong><span style="font-family:arial;">. Te miro fijo y me sonreís, no pierdo un día lejos de ti, mi chance es hoy... Miro tus ojos y me veo ahí, aprovechando cada ocasión, mi chance es hoy... y hoy lo demás francamente no importa. Te miro fijo y me sonreís, no pierdo un día lejos de ti, mi chance es hoy... Miro tus ojos y me veo ahí, aprovechando cada ocasión, mi chance es hoy... </span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-65168493351186797702010-09-16T19:41:00.000-07:002010-09-16T19:47:03.443-07:00irresistible<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjcuQyPqTu3EDfgr4AAr6T7qVG90nAaRpgE800lVMwnCIu-BH6XqSEpTNUBRQKzIqZg2_67cbkW_yWNrBVEs0LLNQMZ88IceDmivHmt1vS-lPnFP_LnqqSAZuEDfSmCunFGrrViQ1IBI7/s1600/26033_1369677797741_1105604648_31110757_6332464_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjcuQyPqTu3EDfgr4AAr6T7qVG90nAaRpgE800lVMwnCIu-BH6XqSEpTNUBRQKzIqZg2_67cbkW_yWNrBVEs0LLNQMZ88IceDmivHmt1vS-lPnFP_LnqqSAZuEDfSmCunFGrrViQ1IBI7/s320/26033_1369677797741_1105604648_31110757_6332464_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517708345401659410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Last night I fell in love without you.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I waved goodbye to that heart of mine</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Beating solo on your lawn</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >In memory of what we used to call in love</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And only time will tell if violins will swell</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >In memory of what we used to call in love</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Used to call it love</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Last night I fell in love without you</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> The coup de grâce that set me off</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Would've made for decent fiction</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last night I fell in love without you</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >The stars at night aren't as big and bright</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >As you make them out to be</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> In memory of what we used to call in love</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And only time will tell if violins will swell</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> In memory of what we used to call in love</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> In memory of when we used to call it love</span><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /><br /></div>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-38844174118102808132010-09-14T16:36:00.000-07:002010-09-14T16:40:04.435-07:00lsdkjflsdiose<span style="font-style: italic;">Desde aquel momento quisiera detener el tiempo</span>... <span style="font-style: italic;">La <span style="font-weight: bold;">peor </span>decisión de mi vida fue decirte adiós</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Lloro por ti</span>). Te busque en el infinito (<span style="font-style: italic;">sigo perdido</span>) y en las huellas de tus besos. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">En uno de tus cigarrillos </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">estoy loco por ti</span>) esperando hasta el cansancio... Y tú<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> me has echado al olvido</span>… (<span style="font-style: italic;">Estoy desesperado</span>) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Y la suerte se me escapa en un suspiro</span>.. Y tú te me vas de las manos… (<span style="font-style: italic;">Te vas</span>) Y <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">la vida se me rompe en mil pedazos</span>... <span style="font-weight: bold;">Y yo</span>... <span style="font-size:130%;">Lloro por ti</span>.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Soñando que lo nuestro tiene algún remedio</span></span>... <span style="font-style: italic;">Lloro por ti</span>. <span style="font-size:180%;">Es que no hay forma de olvidarme de tus besos... </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Lloro por ti</span>. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Es que no dejo de pensar cuanto te quiero</span>... Lloro por ti.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quiero ser sincero:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">y llevo en ti pensando todo el día, deja ya la rebeldía. Llora que llora y la cama sigue vacía. Tú eres mi alegría, vivo en la agonía. Por ti yo vivía. Sin ti yo nada seria. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Detente</span>, <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">habla conmigo un poco,</span> que me vuelvo yo loco loco... Por que ya no tengo tu piel. Contigo fui fiel. y ahora vivo con el problema de tenerte tan lejos. </span><br />Y tú te me vas de las manos (<span style="font-style: italic;">viviendo de recuerdos</span>) Y la vida se me rompe en mil pedazos. Y yo… <span style="font-style: italic;">Lloro por ti</span>.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">No puedo seguir, despertando aquí. En este cuarto solo, si no te tengo lloro. No puedo seguir, despertando aquí. En este cuarto solo, si no te tengo lloro.</span></span><br />Soñando que lo nuestro tiene algún remedio.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lloro por ti,</span><br />Es que no hay forma de olvidarme de tus besos<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lloro por ti,</span><br />Es que no dejo de pensar cuanto te quiero<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lloro por ti,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lloro por ti…</span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-67690814540052758242010-09-10T10:40:00.000-07:002010-09-10T10:41:55.315-07:00Bleeding Love<h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Quiero estar en tu lugar y <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">saber que nos paso</span>. Querer verte mal, <span style="font-style: italic;">no quiero</span>. Salvarte una vez mas, <span style="font-style: italic;">no puedo</span>. Ya odio pensar, no quiero, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">no soy igual</span>.</span></span></h3><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Porque si no <span style="font-style: italic;">me voy a ir a otro lugar donde <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">no </span>estes vos</span>. <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Me quiero escapar de esta gran ciudad</span>, no quiero mentir sin piedad, amor.</span></span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-62935531343463779222010-09-07T15:38:00.000-07:002010-09-07T15:39:16.614-07:00You make me feel likeYou think I'm pretty without any make-up on. You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong.. I know <strong>you get me so </strong>I<em> let my walls come down, down</em>... Before you met me I was alright. But<strong> things were kinda heavy</strong>, you brought me to life. Now every February you'll be my Valentine, valentine...<strong> Let's go all the way tonight. No regrets, just love. </strong>We can dance until we die. You and I, we'll be young forever... <strong>You make me feel like I'm living a Teenage Dream.</strong> The way you turn me on.<span class=" fbUnderline"> I can't sleep</span>, let's run away. And don't ever look back. Don't ever look back! <strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">My heart stops when you look at me. Just one touch, now baby I believe.</span> </strong><em>This is real</em>, so take a chance and don't ever look back. We drove to Cali, <span class=" fbUnderline">and got drunk on the beach</span>.<em> Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets</em>. I finally found you (my missing puzzle piece) I'm complete. I might get your heart racing, in my skin tights jeans. Be your Teenage Dream tonight, let you put your hands on me. In my skin-tight jeans. Be your Teenage Dream tonight. Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight.MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-53737206646476941062010-09-06T15:44:00.000-07:002010-09-06T15:49:50.395-07:00Spanish version<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfyy9IGELXhTvc4h1ZxaA2hy2mX99YtL5nqo829jXEYKVLHwduNU3cMrTzTGxFjpVggy-hocntbu616KcOVQMHKeGSBA0zNfhFFF3mxshN56jolgAAC0RT_C29wq-8rk0oMhwJDcZJnLc/s1600/1255453w590.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfyy9IGELXhTvc4h1ZxaA2hy2mX99YtL5nqo829jXEYKVLHwduNU3cMrTzTGxFjpVggy-hocntbu616KcOVQMHKeGSBA0zNfhFFF3mxshN56jolgAAC0RT_C29wq-8rk0oMhwJDcZJnLc/s320/1255453w590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513936489046014002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh Oh Mami <span style="font-weight: bold;">Por Ti Yo Me Muero</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Y Me Desespero</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Si Tu Amor No Tengo</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A Mi Lado, Yo Me Muero</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Tanto Sufrimiento</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Por Las Noches Yo No Duermo</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Ya No Me Contestas Ni Los Mensajes De Texto</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vivo Los Recuerdos De Momentos Bellos</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >El Pasado Es El Pasado</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Ahora Soy Un Hombre Nuevo</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Mire Si No Es Cierto Me Mata El Empeño</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Me Conformo Con Un Beso</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Por Telefono Por Telefono</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Por El Telefono Un Beso Por El Celu (Oh…)</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Por Telefono (No..)</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Yeah Mi Favorita Shorty</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">La Mas Que Me Hace Falta</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The More I Speak About You</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > The More I Really Want You</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Feel’s Dope When Im With You</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And Mi Imaginacion Everything Is Still The Same</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Pero No Te Tengo A Mi Lado</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> So I Can Feel The Risk</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Y Sentir Un Abrazo</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha</span> Hace Tiempo Yo No Se De Ti</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Sin Ti Mi Vida No Puedo Seguir</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Solo Pensar Que Tu No Me Quieres</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Pensar Que Tu No Me Odias</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Se Que La Soledad Me Agobia</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Tu Me Llevas Hasta La Gloria</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Haleluya La Bellesa Tuya</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Solo Me Conformo Con Un Beso</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Si No Por El Celu</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Si No Me Lo Envias Me Muero</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Quiero Dormir y No Puedo</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Baby I Know That You Like Me</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> You My Future Wifey</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Soulja Boy Tell Em Yeah</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">You Could Be My Bonnie</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > I Could Be Your Clyde</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> You Could Be My Wife</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Text Me Call Me</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I Need You In My Life</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Yeah All That Everyday I Need You</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And Everytime I See You My Feelings Get Deeper</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">I Miss You, I Miss You</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;">I Really Wanna Kiss You But I Can't</span></span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-28864566025459563082010-09-03T17:59:00.000-07:002010-09-03T18:00:43.070-07:00Cada paso que doy es un recuerdo.<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A los 25 nos ibamos a casar. A los 27 iba a nacer Juan Manuel, y las 29 Candelaria. A los 30 nos ibamos a ir a vivir a Mar del Plata, a una casa frente al mar. Ibas a abrir tu restaurante y yo iba a colgar fotos de Mary Kate en el living al lado de los discos de vinilo de Pink Floyd. Ibamos a tener dos autos y nuestros hijos iban a ir a Mar del Plata Day School (jajaja). Ibas a tener un cuarto para la bateria en el fondo y todos los meses ibamos a hacer un asado con los chicos. Me prometiste que todos los fines de semana ibamos a salir a comer, y que no nos iba a "ganar la rutina". E ibamos a tener un ñandu llamado Ñan en el patio de atras...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Cada paso que doy es un recuerdo.</span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-29992544631411112342010-08-25T17:38:00.000-07:002010-08-25T17:41:05.318-07:00Every time I look for you.<h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:180%;">I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me ♫</span></h6><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Archivo numero 1000 bajado en el ares. Vamos kiss carajo!)</span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-49414256189469307402010-08-24T14:56:00.001-07:002010-08-24T14:56:53.854-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Después de todo... <span style="font-size:180%;">¿Qué soy yo para ti?</span> ¿<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">La chica de las siete y media</span>?</span><br /></div>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-42989499051682818852010-08-24T14:45:00.000-07:002010-08-24T14:55:30.285-07:00Note to self.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1iBAm6fOY-cl_6AE_ZFPWHnXjNTI0fllXWQFSL5QrIKK2FycBvNUi93IBIy6H9Y2u-F7tTFv7LmR0I2VYcfmNAOcW7pv95nIH1r_wfLJsmCQod6YLtpfxzHq_sT9eb9EpJQIbEubg_Y6f/s1600/snapshot20080513234904.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1iBAm6fOY-cl_6AE_ZFPWHnXjNTI0fllXWQFSL5QrIKK2FycBvNUi93IBIy6H9Y2u-F7tTFv7LmR0I2VYcfmNAOcW7pv95nIH1r_wfLJsmCQod6YLtpfxzHq_sT9eb9EpJQIbEubg_Y6f/s320/snapshot20080513234904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509098233628061362" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;">Hombres</span>, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">farfulló</span>. Aunque sabía que no se trataba de todos los hombres. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Se trataba de <span style="font-style: italic;">él</span></span>. Sólo <span style="font-style: italic;">él </span>seria capaz de hacer algo que le producía desagrado tan sólo por la satisfacción de humillarla, de doblegarla... <span style="font-size:85%;">de enamorarla aún más.</span><br /></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">(<span style="font-weight: bold;">note to self:</span> I miss you terribly. This is what we call a tragedy. Come back to me, come back to me, to me.)</span></span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-82985884429668642512010-08-09T19:40:00.000-07:002010-08-09T19:43:38.770-07:00PSILOVEYOU<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeRb6sgo_6higoItjxbqJCUvq65S42DTKSQXjjxGVGVWQq-5ET-u9mK8mUNKuQ0YnY9KUtbD1cq6ERAWIFOJRETscob5GNRdWoWySsWyB-NY2aY35_jAWO0iSkNZRgXrPXmAI690mj7-D/s1600/ps-i-love-you.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxeRb6sgo_6higoItjxbqJCUvq65S42DTKSQXjjxGVGVWQq-5ET-u9mK8mUNKuQ0YnY9KUtbD1cq6ERAWIFOJRETscob5GNRdWoWySsWyB-NY2aY35_jAWO0iSkNZRgXrPXmAI690mj7-D/s320/ps-i-love-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503605690010157026" border="0" /></a><br /><pre><span><span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">No puedo seguir</span><br />Despertando aquí (no no)<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">En este cuarto solo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Si no te tengo lloro </span>(no no)<br /><br /></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;">Soñando que lo nuestro tiene algún remedio<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" >Lloro por ti</span><br />Es que no hay forma de olvidarme de tus besos (aja)<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" >Lloro por ti</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Es que no dejo de pensar <span style="font-weight: bold;">cuanto </span>te quiero</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Lloro por ti</span> (aaahhh)<br /></span></span><br /></pre></div>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-34117631513476907032010-08-08T09:00:00.000-07:002010-08-08T09:03:23.687-07:00Y cada dia tu mas de mi te enamoras.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjl8dzlb4MMjtEnxWRxivx2lHFF_7E903CVbo0ME1SVzQNXsivQauuDmDEVwqrcJVBr7eege3Q4qJfe1rRBqqwA6X2ibIuvMY9K0A1Jo2fDuGu_QEQ9YO2tYKT8h8mY3cOooSiY8RhHBm/s1600/39207_479188285743_810415743_6748526_4604284_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjl8dzlb4MMjtEnxWRxivx2lHFF_7E903CVbo0ME1SVzQNXsivQauuDmDEVwqrcJVBr7eege3Q4qJfe1rRBqqwA6X2ibIuvMY9K0A1Jo2fDuGu_QEQ9YO2tYKT8h8mY3cOooSiY8RhHBm/s320/39207_479188285743_810415743_6748526_4604284_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503069952294397346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ya sé lo que es<span style="font-weight: bold;"> sentir que no existes </span>hasta que <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">él </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">te mira </span>o <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">te toca la mano</span> o <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">hace un chiste a tu costa</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">para que todos sepan que estás con <span style="font-style: italic;">él</span></span>, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">que eres suya</span>. ♥ </div>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-37395335428738767202010-08-06T16:30:00.000-07:002010-08-06T16:34:52.632-07:00Austin La Maravishh ♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ONS-mOShEoB_DxPApKlYiEKtgKsmiinenAK8i0js_G1ti_x6qeWMbeBT6KBg8H2Lb3bgy4SFSQYF624gnELARE__M44rQILtsPHaKtVH37akDZDuic0AWDLISH0_NEfZM7uwGcyIQHSa/s1600/1204987404_f.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ONS-mOShEoB_DxPApKlYiEKtgKsmiinenAK8i0js_G1ti_x6qeWMbeBT6KBg8H2Lb3bgy4SFSQYF624gnELARE__M44rQILtsPHaKtVH37akDZDuic0AWDLISH0_NEfZM7uwGcyIQHSa/s320/1204987404_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502443676408295890" border="0" /></a><br /><pre><span><span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;">Me siento solo..(<span style="font-style: italic;">me siento solo..</span>)<br />Y abandonado..(<span style="font-style: italic;">y abandonado..</span>)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Se que no fui sincero</span>.. oouu..<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Pero te quiero aqui a mi lado..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yo falle</span> (yo falle..)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Pero te ame.. </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">pero te ame..</span>)<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Te necesito mi amor..</span><br />Yo quiero darte calor.. (calor…)<br /><br /></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Que lindo fue ..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Vivir todo eso contigo..</span><br />Los<span style="font-weight: bold;"> tres dias</span> que pal campo..Tu y yo nos perdimos..<br />Fue un derroche de felicidad esa tarde en el rio..<br /></span></span><br /></pre>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-62338094474378475082010-08-03T16:01:00.000-07:002010-08-03T16:05:32.191-07:00low<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You see the world in <span style="font-weight: bold;">black </span>and <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">white</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">No colour or light</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">You think <span style="font-weight: bold;">you'll never get it right</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">But you're wrong.</span> You might.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">But <span style="font-size:180%;">you mean more, mean more to me</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;">Than any colour I can see</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">All </span><span style="font-style: italic;">you ever wanted</span> was <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">love</span>,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-family: arial;">But you never looked hard enough,</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">It's never gonna give itself up</span></span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> You see the world in black and white</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Not painted right</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">You see no meaning to your life</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">You should try</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"> You should try</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't you want to see it come soon</span>,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Floating in a big white balloon</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Come give her your own silver spoon</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't you want to see it come down?</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> There for throwing your arms around</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> And say "<span style="font-style: italic;">You're not a moment too soon.</span>"</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Cause <span style="font-weight: bold;">I feel low</span>, cause<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I feel low</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> ooooh...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Yeah I feel low</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> oh no...oooh</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Cause<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I feel low</span>, cause <span style="font-weight: bold;">I feel low</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> oh...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">Yet I feel low</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> oh no...oooh </span><br /></div>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-23589235762144199172010-07-30T13:51:00.000-07:002010-07-30T13:57:36.647-07:00el no se va a enterar ♥Olvidate de tu gato <span style="font-weight: bold;">y ven conmigo</span> a un hermoso lugar. Pa que baciles un rato, sola conmigo. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">El no se va a enterar.</span> Si.. ella me dice que tiene novio<span style="font-style: italic;"> pero todo los dias me llama</span>. Dios mio si supiera su novio <span style="font-family: courier new;">que siempre amanece en mi cama aha.</span><br />Oye mami paremos de hablar, yo te llevo al mall no solamente a pasear. Hey no es que te quiera frontear pero si te gusta algo te lo puedo comprar.<br />Sin problemas y te sientes solita, <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">me llamas y conmigo te envuelves</span>. Call me al chamaquito sin problemas el te lo resuelve.<br />Aha oye mami si quieres me puedes llamar, todos los dias conmigo te puedes comunicar. Sorpresas tengo pa mi chica virtual. <span style="font-size:85%;">Algo fuera de este mundo</span>..<span style="font-size:130%;"> te va a encantar</span>. Si quieres te llevo de concierto, a dar paseos por el mundo entero. Si quieres te llevo a un viaje fenomenal, donde tu celular no tenga señal.<br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Olvidate de tu gato </span>y ven conmigo a un hermoso lugar. Pa que baciles un rato, sola conmigo. El no se va a enterar. </span><br /><br />Arcangel pa.. <span style="font-weight: bold;">La Maravilla </span>(La Maravish)<br />Esto es una colaboracion entre Luny Tunes, Tainy & Noriega wow<br />Junto al Fenomeno musical (Ese soy yo)<br />ute sabe mi nombre ya haha<br />Por fin.. La Maravilla papi<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Esta cancion es dedicada todas aquellas mujeres</span><br />(ohuh) <span style="font-style: italic;">que </span>(ohuh) <span style="font-style: italic;">tienen una relacion</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pero</span> (tiguiritatata)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">son fanaticas de buscar otra cosa...<span style="font-weight: bold;"> tu me sigues.</span></span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-30836736427082889522010-07-25T16:58:00.000-07:002010-07-25T17:09:19.507-07:00No me puedes domesticar.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghuih8aAcEUqOiQbjlx8u6rN8w19JiBNg1asaRiMWnfT4xZXLjnSRfUqs3HZGo8WkL5IZtebkjjWpS3vHhg-JYPYaQtjJV2DngyG68-k-L0Gt96PCUree3gRbO5CKVqa0Oimt3ZRAolR5e/s1600/38482_473454020743_810415743_6596513_3025625_n.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghuih8aAcEUqOiQbjlx8u6rN8w19JiBNg1asaRiMWnfT4xZXLjnSRfUqs3HZGo8WkL5IZtebkjjWpS3vHhg-JYPYaQtjJV2DngyG68-k-L0Gt96PCUree3gRbO5CKVqa0Oimt3ZRAolR5e/s320/38482_473454020743_810415743_6596513_3025625_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497999817018268866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">For those who don't know me</span>,<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"> I can get a bit crazy</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Have to get my way</span>, 24 hours a day</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> 'Cause I'm hot like that</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Every guy everywhere just gives me <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">mad attention</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Like I'm under inspection, I always get the 10s</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> 'Cause I'm built like that</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">I go through guys like money flyin' out their hands</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> They <span style="font-weight: bold;">try to change </span>me <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">but they realize <span style="font-weight: bold;">they can't</span></span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And every tomorrow <span style="font-style: italic;">is a day I never planned</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> If you're gonna be my man, understand</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't be</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">tamed</span>,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I can't be</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">saved</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't be</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">blamed</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't</span>,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> can't</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't be</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">tamed</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't be</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">changed</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't be </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">saved</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I can't be</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">can't be</span>)</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">I can't be <span style="font-style: italic;">tamed</span></span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> If I see my reflectiona bout my intentions</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I'll tell ya I'm not here to sell ya</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">Or tell ya to get to hell</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I'm like a puzzle but <span style="font-style: italic;">all of my pieces are jagged</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> If you can understand this, we can make some magic</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I'm on like that</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I wanna <span style="font-weight: bold;">fly </span>I wanna <span style="font-weight: bold;">drive </span>I wanna <span style="font-weight: bold;">go</span></span> <b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></b><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wanna <span style="font-weight: bold;">be a part of something I don't know</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">And if you try to hold me back <span style="font-size:180%;">I might explode</span></span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Baby by now you should know</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">I'm not </span>a trick you play,<span style="font-style: italic;"> I ride a different way</span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">I'm not </span>a mistake,<span style="font-size:180%;"> I'm not</span> a fake, It's set in my DNA</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't change me </span></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> (I can't be tamed)</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161183242942240656.post-79591911110379897922010-07-20T15:24:00.000-07:002010-07-20T15:27:59.267-07:00Princess Queen<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnT7Z8k_npvU_OOFetrsRBNW3yNVd0ZsjstCZt1CtBqcr6_ZQoM2RFW5bU0y5IcDvOv81_yfa98cNRXl8BDkJB4Fn7gS_4H1CX2IWKqTb3mdQ75zwO66IZu9blfALk-HCIvsL9cNmq_TXa/s1600/Kuroshitsuji___Flamboyant_red_by_Miyukiko.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnT7Z8k_npvU_OOFetrsRBNW3yNVd0ZsjstCZt1CtBqcr6_ZQoM2RFW5bU0y5IcDvOv81_yfa98cNRXl8BDkJB4Fn7gS_4H1CX2IWKqTb3mdQ75zwO66IZu9blfALk-HCIvsL9cNmq_TXa/s320/Kuroshitsuji___Flamboyant_red_by_Miyukiko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496118649531391346" border="0" /></a><br />Tú eres la bruja del maleficio, la que miente por vicio…<br />Reina de corazones.</div>MarieDan.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10987699925379996810noreply@blogger.com0