tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21633954853046189802024-03-05T07:29:08.172-08:00Riot!Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-62733973110064176952010-07-23T13:08:00.000-07:002010-07-23T13:13:06.156-07:00<span style="color:#000000;"><em>Es increíble, si sigo teniendo noches como la de anoche voy a terminar, con el pelo tremendamente corto, haciendome <span style="color:#009900;">vegetariana</span> o comiendo hasta aumentar varios kilos <strong>:/</strong>, pintada como una cualquierita, etc...</em><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">{Fuuuuuck!}</span><br /></strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><br /><br />Cambios ! Suerte que hoy lo decidí ! Cambios ! :)</span>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-46776538980070353922010-07-17T20:40:00.000-07:002010-07-17T20:43:09.329-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6f3w-LWmS6B44dPnSww14hP53jLh8bDdk-eJYMYA1i55MMZurlUZlzmQ7x615IXiH6uV3fdahah8Pww7o311rdtLy98nl1WZY7ENiDmgPhDpty8L-4Domhaov5NUHe4_Fa8l7XabYjiY/s1600/17-07-10_2215.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495086232075209074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6f3w-LWmS6B44dPnSww14hP53jLh8bDdk-eJYMYA1i55MMZurlUZlzmQ7x615IXiH6uV3fdahah8Pww7o311rdtLy98nl1WZY7ENiDmgPhDpty8L-4Domhaov5NUHe4_Fa8l7XabYjiY/s400/17-07-10_2215.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Sonr</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>i</em></span><span style="color:#000000;">e </span><span style="color:#000000;"><em>!</em> <span style="font-size:130%;">Que {<span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">mañana todo estara bien</span>}, otra vez...</span></span></div>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-59791330626059006442010-07-16T12:35:00.000-07:002010-07-16T12:37:19.629-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Dos</span> semanas de mierda se vieenen :D<br /></strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">{Si hablo de Las Vacaciones}</span></em></span></span></div>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-55264252554397844312010-07-09T21:32:00.000-07:002010-07-09T21:45:59.152-07:00<span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;color:black;" ><span style="color:#000000;"> <p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;" ><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><em>Hoy es noche de sexo<br /></em></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;" ><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><em>Voy a devorarte, nena linda<br /></em></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;" ><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><em>Hoy es noche de sexo<br /></em></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;" ><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><em>Y voy a cumplir tus fantasías<br /></em></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;" ><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><em>Hoy es noche de sexo (Ayyy!)<br /></em></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;" ><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><em>Voy a devorarte, nena linda<br /></em></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><em><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;" >Hoy es noche de sexo<br /></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;" >Lo juro por Dios que esta noche serás mía {♪}</span></span></em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"></span></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;color:black;" ><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-AR; mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;color:black;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">[Lay on my bed and prepare for sex]</span></em><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>{<span style="font-family:Calibri;">is just a song}</span></strong></span></span></p></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-AR; mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;color:black;" lang="EN-US" ><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><br /></span></p>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-33596878554594861812010-07-09T21:17:00.000-07:002010-07-09T21:28:45.379-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><em>Cálculos, cálculos, cálculos.-</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>{3-(-12).4-15:(-3)=56}</strong></span>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-50674480685806213962010-07-09T20:19:00.000-07:002010-07-09T22:04:45.988-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC27cHj4DxI42Cje9SRrP1FWH38pmaCM8WQCMChia71LuPbHSkFeJPoy9S-9eLuBvOcaA0woXxINLjSZnYO2qQtwYWOCmtFUJAoSVsz3FEDkuHGLIky-26QcMfX0RQDSfdrPJS9eDiIrc/s1600/~ma%C3%B1anas020.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492112372218829618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC27cHj4DxI42Cje9SRrP1FWH38pmaCM8WQCMChia71LuPbHSkFeJPoy9S-9eLuBvOcaA0woXxINLjSZnYO2qQtwYWOCmtFUJAoSVsz3FEDkuHGLIky-26QcMfX0RQDSfdrPJS9eDiIrc/s400/~ma%C3%B1anas020.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Ahora me vengo a enterar que <span style="color:#660000;">extraño</span> mi pelo largo :'(<br />[Pero que amo mi pelo corto ♥ ]</strong></span></div>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-57469550841307397032010-07-09T19:35:00.001-07:002010-07-09T19:49:37.443-07:00From when we are intimate, my love?<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="longtext1"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"> <p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span class="longtext1"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>It breaks so much, but all the balls that I have, that people they do not speak NEVER, NEVER, NEEEEEVEER definitely never, after months and months, one night they are completely bored they decided to fucking talk in MSN and you answer it, no interest telling break your balls "that tee's on? because I answer it? that happened to you?" Nothing's wrong! "You do not realize I do not care to talk? and magically you say "I want to know what's wrong?" JAJJAJAJAJAJA Fuck no, not ever talk to me and now you care?</strong></span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><em>From when we are intimate, my love?</em></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span class="longtext1"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">No molestes Darling<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">{Si, al parecer hoy son puras QUEJAS <span style="color:#000000;">asdasad♥</span>}</span></span></span></span></span></p></span></span></span></span>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-78541076103959806702010-07-09T19:26:00.000-07:002010-07-09T19:27:38.453-07:00·Now I do not need.#<span style="font-size:180%;"><em><span style="color:#000000;">You're a hypocrite. All I can do or say get to me, is wrong, but you will think you're so perfect.</span></em> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Oops!</span><em> <span style="color:#000000;">I have news for you, you're not perfect, you rock rough that I met in my life. Thanks for the help,</span> <span style="color:#993399;"><strong>now I do not need.</strong></span></em></span>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-74782425493851458012010-07-09T19:16:00.000-07:002010-07-09T19:19:08.488-07:00<em><span style="color:#000000;">Quuee</span> </em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>fácil </strong></span><em><span style="color:#000000;">te resulta apuntar con el dedo ¿No? Pero</span></em> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">chupala</span></strong> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">;)</span>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-7379572005577279702010-06-30T15:27:00.000-07:002010-06-30T17:00:37.519-07:00<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ES-AR"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"><em>¿Cómo te sentís?</em></span> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Como el culo</strong></span> <span style="color:#000000;">:)<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-51114890652437447182010-06-29T16:18:00.000-07:002010-06-29T16:53:51.909-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>{</strong></span><em><span style="color:#009900;">Escucharte,</span></em> <strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Entenderte,</span></strong> <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Aconsejarte,</span></em> <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Consolarte,</span></strong> <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Divertirte,</span></em> <strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">Amarte.</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000000;">}<span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">[</span></span></strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;">Puros Objetivos</span></em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">]</span></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">Por</span></em> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">sobre todas</span></strong><span style="color:#000000;"> <em>las cosas,</em></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong> {</strong></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"><em>Satisfacerte</em></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>}</strong></span>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-46374711759561732662010-06-29T15:53:00.000-07:002010-06-29T16:04:13.908-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGvyxZYRoQX-BowcE36QwHNE1ET5xaTvoKOBCL9qEYxg3nCDylUQNmcoMe0s4yffXIuQefKEaluUeeCR_M6xlXV4CozlAcktQa0VH1d3_x2czdH-THtuU8CDkPUXw0bqLuPl4l6eFsBM/s1600/100_2352.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488333373112885586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGvyxZYRoQX-BowcE36QwHNE1ET5xaTvoKOBCL9qEYxg3nCDylUQNmcoMe0s4yffXIuQefKEaluUeeCR_M6xlXV4CozlAcktQa0VH1d3_x2czdH-THtuU8CDkPUXw0bqLuPl4l6eFsBM/s400/100_2352.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Look at me, now you can feel the</em></span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">pain?</span></strong></div>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-123758143282735772010-06-27T19:15:00.000-07:002010-06-27T19:20:02.799-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiiPEiFvuz1t0xNzUvaQTIMJpVsCoLW32cqdAnSYD6RT_6VK_3Dm8DvNVopmjzTFPPOyH_dltvN5hy9h786L4o0Q6ouAIQypKxTfMBpZ_yXIYVSJA9KUhvoz4Q8ubsa0t3CJ5kGguKHk/s1600/~ma%C3%B1anas071.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487643107070178946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiiPEiFvuz1t0xNzUvaQTIMJpVsCoLW32cqdAnSYD6RT_6VK_3Dm8DvNVopmjzTFPPOyH_dltvN5hy9h786L4o0Q6ouAIQypKxTfMBpZ_yXIYVSJA9KUhvoz4Q8ubsa0t3CJ5kGguKHk/s400/~ma%C3%B1anas071.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>You are so</em></span> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">beautiful.</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;"><em>So</em></span> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">beautiful,</span></strong> <em><span style="color:#000000;">you make me feel so</span></em> <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">insignificant.</span> </strong></span></div>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-87155227914050433022010-06-21T15:38:00.000-07:002010-06-21T15:54:55.695-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQ31D0S9HbRuMa4cZ86Unh7KAFPAdmSUses8euv7x_k6DIB0etwHI1YY1L9XfffGgG-K_STxrcYwjyJiUnWxdAMJaw2GnpJdWo005s4Rc7UNKeZS4YEAYvJTvnVK5CSNLCzpCRk7S4do/s1600/100_0075.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485363713414081234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQ31D0S9HbRuMa4cZ86Unh7KAFPAdmSUses8euv7x_k6DIB0etwHI1YY1L9XfffGgG-K_STxrcYwjyJiUnWxdAMJaw2GnpJdWo005s4Rc7UNKeZS4YEAYvJTvnVK5CSNLCzpCRk7S4do/s400/100_0075.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000000;">Tres palabras, tres que no tenían sentido alguno antes, y que ahora juntas, son una bomba de tiempo que va a explotar cuando menos lo espere</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">'<span style="color:#ff0000;">N</span><span style="color:#000000;">ecesitamos</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">U</span><span style="color:#000000;">n</span> <span style="color:#009900;">T</span><span style="color:#000000;">iempo'</span></span><span style="color:#000000;">. Al escucharlas para mi todo cae.</span></em><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>What happens?<br /></strong></span></div></div>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-6727946665266179702010-06-20T18:42:00.000-07:002010-06-20T20:11:02.930-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaIQD4dtMhaLWtAZUEhFW34RaMSFfkMnk_Xa5MRxm6VUE4vZbau7BNg7t_yCV21QokmDisdwbeZOKBSe7iYEZyWIWhtJfTCnZlRPZyAn-fu2XtB7x7amRSTeWO7rIrCz0a02ikYXE99I/s1600/Copia+de+Imagen+040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaIQD4dtMhaLWtAZUEhFW34RaMSFfkMnk_Xa5MRxm6VUE4vZbau7BNg7t_yCV21QokmDisdwbeZOKBSe7iYEZyWIWhtJfTCnZlRPZyAn-fu2XtB7x7amRSTeWO7rIrCz0a02ikYXE99I/s400/Copia+de+Imagen+040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485058062811118818" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Cuando te pierdes y no sabes a donde ir, vos sabes que yo voy a estar para guiarte. Sabes que si necesitas una mano estoy yo.</span></span></b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">{~Princes</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">a</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">de cuento de hadas} </span></span></i>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-40065961752478213782010-04-09T12:01:00.001-07:002010-04-09T12:03:03.350-07:00<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >El problema no es quererte, es que tu no sientas lo mismo </span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >♪</span></span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';" ><br />Arjona a veces te amo </span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >♥</span></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" ><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-89834156322959065552010-04-09T11:08:00.000-07:002010-04-09T11:24:49.358-07:00No culpas.-<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpsY5MIsbrKNJ8PzZ_TgLCShhGR4izywuoFPgQmL48Lphxsq4D90xaJFp_y_KdhJChreOoKlzY0WxcB1kfib4KwOQMivArMaYmh2knUsa5cV3dBfbOi2KXrmHw7gSukZUt2YL9uOxrjg/s1600/24079_1227557339276_1539335054_30495730_1787951_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458204715241516514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpsY5MIsbrKNJ8PzZ_TgLCShhGR4izywuoFPgQmL48Lphxsq4D90xaJFp_y_KdhJChreOoKlzY0WxcB1kfib4KwOQMivArMaYmh2knUsa5cV3dBfbOi2KXrmHw7gSukZUt2YL9uOxrjg/s320/24079_1227557339276_1539335054_30495730_1787951_n.jpg" /></a><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-: ES-ARfont-family:'Times New Roman';" ><span style="color:#000000;"><em>Atrapada en sus redes. Sin más por donde salir.<br />No hay puerta que abra, ni ventana para escapar. Vuestra tristeza crece. Más que la confianza acaba.<br />Las sospechas se resaltan, y <span style="color:#ff0000;">el miedo acreciente.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">"Llorad, Llorad!"</span> se oye la voz de un condenado a la cárcel.<br />El cual afirma con llantos que llega su <span style="color:#ff6600;">fin.</span><br />Su voz cada vez resuena más en mi cabeza.<br />La culpa me está matando. Ya no lo toleraba<br />Tenia que hacer lo correcto, entregarme y descargar las culpas.<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Hacer un bien después del mal.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></span>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-75353002121607126402010-04-01T17:25:00.000-07:002010-04-01T17:44:43.266-07:00Meses<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: ES" lang="ES"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Pocas sonrisas.</span> <span style="color:#33ccff;">Muchos llantos.</span> <span style="color:#666666;"><em>Sollozas sola en tu alcoba,</em></span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">¿<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pensas</span> que no te oyen? ¿Crees que no les importas? Es el comienzo de tu <span style="color:#ff0000;">maldito mal humor</span> a causa de él. Siempre el trae tus problemas. Es la causa de <span style="color:#33ccff;">tus llantos</span>, de <span style="color:#33cc00;">tus desvelos</span>, de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">tu falta de apetito</span>. El causa <span style="color:#6600cc;">tus sonrisas</span>, <span style="color:#009900;">tus alegrías</span>, <span style="color:#ff6600;">tu ternura</span>, <span style="color:#ff0000;">tu felicidad</span>. El es el causante de <span style="color:#33cc00;">lo mejor</span> y <span style="color:#990000;">lo peor</span> de vos.<br />¿Pensaste que todo seria color rosa? <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Déjame</span> decirte princesa</span>, que él te brindo <span style="color:#ff6600;">los meses más felices</span>, y <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">dame</span> el permiso de afirmarte</span> que ahora te está dando <span style="color:#3366ff;">los meses más deprimentes</span>, sin él, nada es igual.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#330033;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Permitidme</span> decir que tu mundo se trata de vuestra relación.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-32132211734416173772010-04-01T17:16:00.000-07:002010-04-01T17:25:30.095-07:00No more<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4-L-mEIGqliA_p4GxHI2YKBj0V2hB5GhRSdqw1hbg776q393pNS9ZLmOO6nXFNr88c1B1dniUs9A54ahiXs6OQA7tirSlUmOeiJpcWNyZJ9KbdCkKuN2IpcCC_E_4B3AU9bBrZLuBWY/s1600/25466_1322054305072_1642273791_762338_2837129_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455329203939558210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix4-L-mEIGqliA_p4GxHI2YKBj0V2hB5GhRSdqw1hbg776q393pNS9ZLmOO6nXFNr88c1B1dniUs9A54ahiXs6OQA7tirSlUmOeiJpcWNyZJ9KbdCkKuN2IpcCC_E_4B3AU9bBrZLuBWY/s320/25466_1322054305072_1642273791_762338_2837129_n.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000000;">A veces el mundo se me torna pesado. Mi problema principal se basa en <span style="color:#ff0000;">el</span>, ya se, ya sé que hay cosas peores, pero no puedo hacer nada. Me siento mal por <span style="color:#ff0000;">el</span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>¿y?</strong></span> ¿Cuál es el maldito problema con eso? ¿Alguien más quiere decirme “no llores por <span style="color:#ff0000;">él</span>"? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><br />Ya sé que se hartan de verme siempre mal por <span style="color:#33cc00;">lo mismo</span>, ya <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><em>hace un tiempo me arte</em></span> yo también, y juro que esto está cambiando. Ya no necesito de <span style="color:#cc0000;">él</span>. No más de sus abrazos, no más de sus miradas, <span style="color:#666666;"><em>ya no necesito su maldita habla</em></span>.</span>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-81920934870108911132010-04-01T17:10:00.000-07:002010-04-01T17:15:39.058-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRlsZCvMpUE_1qc-0j3wakvQ8R6OKfPJ-pcDP03O34DuGpf4K-apuuGQZS5NQ92UeS1H_X_HbTO48H3R2t8xDpCxLXV1-X5GOrgvcHTZbGfm0_qyDgKXhpKnqdh_iI7-tGxmRALu2y_o/s1600/25466_1322037064641_1642273791_762192_7053049_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455327057240786850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRlsZCvMpUE_1qc-0j3wakvQ8R6OKfPJ-pcDP03O34DuGpf4K-apuuGQZS5NQ92UeS1H_X_HbTO48H3R2t8xDpCxLXV1-X5GOrgvcHTZbGfm0_qyDgKXhpKnqdh_iI7-tGxmRALu2y_o/s320/25466_1322037064641_1642273791_762192_7053049_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><em>¿Sabías que no todo es</em> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">perfecto</span></strong><em>?</em></span></div><br /><div><em></em></div>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-34965234798165010532010-02-17T22:30:00.000-08:002010-02-17T23:14:44.769-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQunX3PDNncrLtH87NarrzYJ2O8vTarafz676T6mWty3EguM1eAlIWqm7LBJyH2fElkccIZots6Hhd3b09W0AyTKw2Kr7eyK59Hm12uwcSOUrV1ksSDuTX0kHH4V5fhZdM9lFliZ8qfI/s1600-h/100_1770.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439476605897230194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQunX3PDNncrLtH87NarrzYJ2O8vTarafz676T6mWty3EguM1eAlIWqm7LBJyH2fElkccIZots6Hhd3b09W0AyTKw2Kr7eyK59Hm12uwcSOUrV1ksSDuTX0kHH4V5fhZdM9lFliZ8qfI/s320/100_1770.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">(La foto, la peor chotada pero buen, son las 4 a.m viste ¬¬)<br /></span></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">~ No estas, te extraño, estas no te quiero, decidís irte, porque según mis palabras "no te necesito". Y justo cuando te vas comienzo a llorar y deseo con todas mis fuerzas que vuelvas, volves y mi maldito orgullo no quiere nada contigo!</span></em>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-58118899030758252602010-02-17T22:08:00.000-08:002010-02-17T22:30:30.068-08:00<em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;">Fucking photoshop!!! ¬¬</span></em>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-65227729671425025292010-02-16T17:34:00.000-08:002010-02-16T17:43:23.834-08:00Tropiezo, caigo y lloro.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Q3A_UPa17ip2JDDOoaNnWLqWLxom2AO9cF8e9C6XgS_CnHS3W8IrYpWUAMfMqiA4js9-pvR4KcAms5LYxXzTehkYEtNsGyZ27KsJGB-5b-Igxzc5_UsAVUBFyxgrOlXKDGBl1naEzqE/s1600-h/Wonder229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439021733408657858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Q3A_UPa17ip2JDDOoaNnWLqWLxom2AO9cF8e9C6XgS_CnHS3W8IrYpWUAMfMqiA4js9-pvR4KcAms5LYxXzTehkYEtNsGyZ27KsJGB-5b-Igxzc5_UsAVUBFyxgrOlXKDGBl1naEzqE/s320/Wonder229.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">~ En un intento de escapar de tus brazos,</span></strong> <span style="color:#009900;"><em>de no verte mas,</em></span> <strong><span style="color:#000000;">de que seas solo un pésimo recuerdo,</span></strong> <span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>tropiezo, caigo y lloro.</em></span></span> </div>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-20361349911702052472010-02-16T12:46:00.000-08:002010-02-16T17:38:37.232-08:00Gracias!<strong><span style="color:#000000;">Y siento que ahora me entiendes, me siento realizada. Caigo en tus brazos, lloro, y soy escuchada.</span></strong> <span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>Por vos.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Gracias !</em></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438946081513036514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-A8PGpBs1FAwMwRSy84cj9Z66LpzOKx9218Wq9mH6ldgKjK7CP_Ksd-ji0m41XSTfHq4mhwioyo_wuOFvuAhQAkafH4hRgB2KZc7Tpb6DBPSa_RNFiYUMivlXdb_JJSYum0igoKv16U/s320/Wonder178.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="color:#330000;">Gracias Hermano De Mi</span> </em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><em>Corazón</em></span> </span>♥Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163395485304618980.post-54897231934097457912010-02-11T20:40:00.000-08:002010-02-16T11:23:26.042-08:00Basta!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqL7FWHXSf4Crc32iKqRaO8CmntTRFFvvby72949y3Pja2nMu1ZO2mDOMQ-E9XO4pggop8E4qPnFLbdDXpjYLnf6GlnyGaS1WL51Qhud8dMYq30fyUoMzT7UctcGZPY45V2vjVMsr6hY/s1600-h/Wonder191.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437219773223977842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqL7FWHXSf4Crc32iKqRaO8CmntTRFFvvby72949y3Pja2nMu1ZO2mDOMQ-E9XO4pggop8E4qPnFLbdDXpjYLnf6GlnyGaS1WL51Qhud8dMYq30fyUoMzT7UctcGZPY45V2vjVMsr6hY/s320/Wonder191.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;">1:45 am<br /><br />Bien, esto esta abandonado, MUY abandonado, en fin, que mas da, este es EL intento de escribir "Algo" Algo que siento... maybe, I don't know.<br /><br /><br />Quizás estoy saltando, corriendo, dando vueltas y vueltas, veo girar todo. Es una maldita y terrible conjunción, es pésimo.<br />Es absurdo, soy absurda, puedo decirte que jamas me gustara esa fucking mierda de la que estemos hablando o dando el conchudo ejemplo y al otro día te digo "Uy, me enamore boluda! amo la cosa esa" o también quizás, ponele te digo "AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGRRRRRRR ese pibe es horrible" y al otro día te salto con un " Awwww que hermosos ojos, no, no te la creo tiene un lunar arriba del labio, lo adoro, lo adoro, LO A-D-O-R-O" y ayer te dije Que lunar mas pete es un terrible asco.<br />Bueno me estoy llendo de tema. la onda es hablar de mi (se, de meeee (? Aii no seas tan humilde mi vida). Estoy confundida no me entiendo no se lo que hago quien soy y para que lo soy. Maldita adolescencia, bueno esto mas que nada va por mi. Mi estúpida personalidad esta cambiando, pase de "preocuparme moderadamente bastante en mi" a "NO ME PREOCUPO UN CHOTO POR COMO ESTOY YO Y QUE LOS DEMÁS SEAN FELICES" doy un claro ejemplo de hace, días horas, minutos quizás.<br />Chico XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (? Aii porque tantas "X" xD. Bueno ahí va.<br />Chico "X":<br />Cuando nos vemos?<br />Yo:<br />No se :<br />Bueno, aclaro, nunca lo vi en mi fucking vida, luego, yo hablando con mi beeest le digo "Ayyy pobre no se, le doy una oportunidad?" y ella "Blda! que te pasa? que raro que vos no le hayas dicho PENDEJO NO JODAS!" y es verdad es raro de mi U.U<br /></span><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#000000;">Verán hay 54543 de ejemplos mas, pero toda la paja de decirlos. La onda es yo para mi no existo. y detesto eso, quiero pensar en como estoy YO, no ser una egoísta de mierda claro. Pero tampoco vivir para hacer feliz a los demás!<br />Se acabo, Gente lo lamento, pero tengo que ser por lo menos un segundo, yo de nuevo</span>.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Up Baby!</span> </div>Riothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02620341008558787690noreply@blogger.com0