tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14420560338785492432011-04-21T21:28:20.929-07:00libre-al-finhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439492934804734199noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442056033878549243.post-28193338152207161792009-01-10T20:02:00.000-08:002009-01-10T20:12:53.297-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3t7rnzQMeU/SWlwg3umzRI/AAAAAAAAABM/gkwrsdY5YQA/s1600-h/dsc07346.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289882947340913938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3t7rnzQMeU/SWlwg3umzRI/AAAAAAAAABM/gkwrsdY5YQA/s320/dsc07346.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Dame la mano y cerremos los ojos...vamos lejos de acá!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Puedo esperar mil años mas...que llegues...no falta mucho...se huele en el aire =)</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1442056033878549243-2819333815220716179?l=libre-al-fin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>libre-al-finhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439492934804734199noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442056033878549243.post-42732821066975039272008-12-29T09:05:00.000-08:002008-12-29T09:12:17.283-08:00<blockquote><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3t7rnzQMeU/SVkEQgEn9vI/AAAAAAAAABE/a_n6zN3LLAY/s1600-h/sabado20.12_0485865.JPG"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3t7rnzQMeU/SVkEQgEn9vI/AAAAAAAAABE/a_n6zN3LLAY/s1600-h/sabado20.12_0485865.JPG"></blockquote><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>En la vida...pasa lo que tiene que pasar </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><blockquote><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong></strong></span></blockquote>(Con la srita Garcia...como pasan los años che...que viejas estamos)</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285260319229736690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3t7rnzQMeU/SVkEQgEn9vI/AAAAAAAAABE/a_n6zN3LLAY/s320/sabado20.12_0485865.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1442056033878549243-4273282106697503927?l=libre-al-fin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>libre-al-finhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439492934804734199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442056033878549243.post-466134441915181492008-12-27T08:01:00.000-08:002008-12-27T08:09:20.348-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3t7rnzQMeU/SVZR5GrFGAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4C78aRKCeKg/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501254251550722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3t7rnzQMeU/SVZR5GrFGAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4C78aRKCeKg/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Espero parada acá,buscando ser tu compañera, tu aliada,Espero parada acá, al lado tuyo aunque no me veas,Espero parada acá,esperandote...</strong></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#333333;">Desde mi balcon te observo, estas sentado enfrente, no llamas, no tocas timbre, me miras desde ahi y me sonreis...me esperas...baje tarde y ya no estabas...todo se termino...baje tarde</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1442056033878549243-46613444191518149?l=libre-al-fin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>libre-al-finhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439492934804734199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1442056033878549243.post-61309766409139434442008-12-27T07:31:00.000-08:002008-12-27T07:36:13.658-08:00A veces todo cambia...no permanece, uno intenta adaptarse a lo nuevo aunque nos desiluciona...nos entristece...viejos recuerdos se asoman por nuestra alma, volvemos a reir con ellos, a sentirlos, y terminan como todo termina, como todo cambia, como todo desaparece...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1442056033878549243-6130976640913943444?l=libre-al-fin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>libre-al-finhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16439492934804734199noreply@blogger.com0