tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54886488934026763292024-03-12T17:56:01.983-07:00. . : Tangerine : . .Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-4422251456908800612011-08-17T09:05:00.000-07:002011-08-17T09:10:57.893-07:00Cuántos cuentos?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K6iaG6YxAZE/TkvnB8VzuFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s0po5XHYGYY/s1600/tumblr_kp9eibdmUG1qzxhoso1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K6iaG6YxAZE/TkvnB8VzuFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s0po5XHYGYY/s400/tumblr_kp9eibdmUG1qzxhoso1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641856978775160914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Tengo bastante con morder algún pedazo de sueño para no olvidarme de las cosas importantes</span>
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<br />Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-55109974595406112232010-06-07T20:33:00.000-07:002010-06-07T20:59:47.509-07:00You & i<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">"Like a flower that grows"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/TA2-tuaZGdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZAWDF3KK0vM/s1600/tumblr_ks6ycyChsU1qzdtmdo1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/TA2-tuaZGdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZAWDF3KK0vM/s400/tumblr_ks6ycyChsU1qzdtmdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480246014341880274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I lose control when you look at me like this</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">there's something in your eyes that is sayin' tonight</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I'm not a child anymore, life has opened the door</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">to a new exciting life</span><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-39400588054046174232010-05-05T17:44:00.000-07:002010-05-05T17:59:04.832-07:00Recuerdo<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#996633;">El sabor a mandarina de tus labios </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#996633;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#996633;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#996633;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467953934148434226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/S-ITIfUd-TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/d2GAJ5g32pA/s400/tumblr_kt8cy2d5bf1qzxhoso1_500.jpg" border="0" /> </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#996633;">y el frio de tu saliva sobre mis pechos calientes </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#996633;">(creo q por fin ya entendí)<br /></div></span></em>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-38646950428245632552010-04-14T17:50:00.000-07:002010-04-14T18:06:18.443-07:00Tú<div align="center"><span style="color:#996633;"><em>[Lo q tal vez es y lo q no es]</em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/S8ZlDCgFtbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RmdpRi6h_L8/s1600/sosVUTI0ziqglnkvM2eOcD1Qo1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460162701118780850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/S8ZlDCgFtbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RmdpRi6h_L8/s400/sosVUTI0ziqglnkvM2eOcD1Qo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#996633;"> <em>Nunca quisiste ser la novia de alguien y ahora eres la esposa de alguien, creo que nunca llegaré a entenderlo. la verdad. no tiene sentido. ¿Qué es lo que ocurrió? -Me desperté un día y lo supe. -¿Supiste qué? -<strong>Eso que contigo nunca sentí</strong>. (<--- no se x q pero me suena a algo mui parecido)</em></span><br /><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-36798512083337766342010-03-04T18:31:00.000-08:002010-03-04T19:31:23.751-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/S5BuPYLNjbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fmI-1bbMO-Y/s1600-h/stars_shine__stars_fade_by_mediocre_matt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444973159957499314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/S5BuPYLNjbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fmI-1bbMO-Y/s400/stars_shine__stars_fade_by_mediocre_matt.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Y aunq parezca xtraño ... t xtraño </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">y mas xtraño, es q ai días en los q no t recuerdo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">y aunq haga daño ... t amo T_T</span></em></div><div align="center"></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-77848400514790867402010-02-01T16:38:00.000-08:002010-02-01T17:07:26.072-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/S2d1f3vX_BI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MHWIJ8LKG8s/s1600-h/Vdue7LztWi6520qaAZvWFcnAo1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433440665844841490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/S2d1f3vX_BI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MHWIJ8LKG8s/s400/Vdue7LztWi6520qaAZvWFcnAo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"><em>Ai algo en tu pecho q no me deja separarme de el será el sonido de tú corazon al compas con el mio?el olor a miel q produces cuando me abrazas?el caso es q no lo c, solo se la felicidad q me causas en mi, cuando a mi lado estas, el sentimiento tan indescriptible cuando me besas y me dices q me quieres. Pero despues , ya no estas, y no quieres estar, es entonces cuando todo lo q siento por ti desaparecey regresas ... y me tienes ... y me vuelves a dejar.<br />Ya te he dejado, ya te he tenido, ya me dejaste, ya me tuviste, te he llorado, te he sentido, te he querido y hasta te he amado, pero no se si tu igual.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>No me gusta suponer, tambien no me gusta q me supongasdebo de concentrarme mas en lo q hago y en lo q digo,debo de decir lo q siento y lo q pienso, no solamente lo que los demás quieren escuchar siento poder hacer las cosas como son y no como deben de ser, siento no poder gritar cuando hablo o hablar cuando tengo que gritar</em></span><br /></span></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-83035996066288551782010-01-11T20:48:00.000-08:002010-01-11T20:51:53.445-08:00Yellow?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/S0v_aHcT-YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0OVFx9Bg8gM/s1600-h/Patiently_by_A_c_th0nne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425711000237373826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/S0v_aHcT-YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0OVFx9Bg8gM/s400/Patiently_by_A_c_th0nne.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Si el amor se describiera con un color?, cantariamos green y no x el color de tus ojos, q en realidad son miel, si no por la ausencia de ellos, x los cuales no puedo respirar, y x lo cual miro todos los días AMC sperando q aias regresado. </em></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-74281690697749650062009-11-20T19:24:00.000-08:002009-11-20T19:55:19.826-08:00pensandolo bien<div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><em>Este es el momento preciso para dejarte </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><em></em></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SwdiTHxiYFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C4f0uawJk30/s1600/hUqvqcva2h0wqp4rA1MfbIEYo1_500.jpg"><span style="color:#990000;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406397958325428306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SwdiTHxiYFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C4f0uawJk30/s400/hUqvqcva2h0wqp4rA1MfbIEYo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></a><span style="color:#990000;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><span style="color:#990000;"><em>Este es el preciso momento para dejar de amarte</em></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>cada dia t xtraño menos</em></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>cada día es mas facil y mas dificil olvidarte </em></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>(pensandolo bien, la única recomendación que considero seriamentees la de buscar una hombre joven para la cama porque a estas alturas la juventud sólo puede llegarnos por contagio.)</em></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em></em></span><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-89732880344052110962009-11-09T17:09:00.001-08:002009-11-09T17:17:47.366-08:00No quiero Hablar<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Alicia hoy no quiere hablar </span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/Svi-qdfNX_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/FEFhUrqePNs/s1600-h/OnofWJosLoy7sedrdQaqZzLoo1_500.jpg"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></a> </div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402277389710221298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/Svi-qdfNX_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/FEFhUrqePNs/s400/OnofWJosLoy7sedrdQaqZzLoo1_500.jpg" border="0" /> </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">escribir le hace bien, pero algún día va tener q gritar, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;">por otra parte su otra mitad, llora y spera q ese día no llegue nunca.</span></em></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-71300636645852873372009-11-01T19:32:00.000-08:002009-11-01T19:44:10.768-08:00Amor escrito en tres palabras<em><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"><blockquote><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"><blockquote><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">NO te AMO </span></em></blockquote></span></em></blockquote></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/Su5TRoU57gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/heX1kB-rsDE/s1600-h/JyF6rJX7ip08af17ki6yrV5ho1_500.jpg"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399344565611785730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/Su5TRoU57gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/heX1kB-rsDE/s400/JyF6rJX7ip08af17ki6yrV5ho1_500.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="color:#cc6600;"> When I met you. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc6600;">Every feeling I had was true.<br />There aren’t words to describe that sensation.<br /></span></em><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-29772270272590647822009-10-28T21:51:00.001-07:002009-10-28T22:03:07.193-07:00Si me das un beso .... io te doi 1000<div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;">ADIOS!, dulce amor d mi vida </span></em></div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"></span></em><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SukfhFswJRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ruar1CbVxnI/s1600-h/sosVUTI0zjbxmpugn48amO4co1_500.jpg"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397880281706276114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SukfhFswJRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ruar1CbVxnI/s400/sosVUTI0zjbxmpugn48amO4co1_500.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></a><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"><br /></span></em><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;">me voy de ti por falta de comprensión</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;">me alejo y atraves de mi largo camino</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;">no se si llorare pero dentro de mi alma</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;">mi corazón y mi espiritu te gritan con ansias adios,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;">adios amor adios unico amor de mi vida, adios,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"> adios, me alejo de ti...</span></em></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-19030975180064737222009-10-27T18:45:00.000-07:002009-10-27T18:50:43.357-07:00Y como saber q cada vez q suspiro, lo hago por ti?<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/Suei9ui5mWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WK8jT7BDAWs/s1600-h/z1wuiL7n3iz0t4zzafT8918Jo1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397461859776960866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/Suei9ui5mWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WK8jT7BDAWs/s400/z1wuiL7n3iz0t4zzafT8918Jo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;">No tengo la mas minima idea ... y eso realmente me desespera!!....</span></em><br /><br /><div> </div><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-66929384279098264932009-10-12T17:16:00.000-07:002009-10-12T17:20:26.772-07:00Olvide lo bien q se sentia oler tu piel!<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#009900;">Sigo caminando en circulos </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/StPHU9z_6fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mgXw_GeJIrI/s1600-h/OnofWJosLozi9d144raCtMTCo1_500.jpg"><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391872341896587762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/StPHU9z_6fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mgXw_GeJIrI/s400/OnofWJosLozi9d144raCtMTCo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> <em>[no seas tan egoista ... comparteme]</em><br /></span><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-75612723924637265942009-09-08T18:46:00.000-07:002009-09-08T19:06:49.349-07:00Signos de interrogación (¿?)<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SqcKwSonL3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/f-xjUcE5F6c/s1600-h/Julia_and_Anna_Maria_by_ingrid_fabiola.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379280104669523826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SqcKwSonL3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/f-xjUcE5F6c/s400/Julia_and_Anna_Maria_by_ingrid_fabiola.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#666666;"> una historia en donde un gatito conocio a un conejito</span> ...</span></em></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-14132877502229856452009-09-04T20:39:00.000-07:002009-09-04T20:43:49.842-07:00PLEASE! ... Let Me keep this memory<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SqHdvz_PoUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bwKS-4pEqEw/s1600-h/Eternal_Sunshine_III_by_BiG_hEaRtbReAk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377823243536146754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SqHdvz_PoUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bwKS-4pEqEw/s400/Eternal_Sunshine_III_by_BiG_hEaRtbReAk.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">A q le llamaremos intimidad? . . .</span></em><br /><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-53550619547848094962009-08-31T21:04:00.000-07:002009-08-31T21:13:09.875-07:00Romeo y Julieta no eran de ste planeta !!!<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SpydrTXBjVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xBfN9USxxTo/s1600-h/Romeo___Juliet_by_tgphotographer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376345422430309714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SpydrTXBjVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xBfN9USxxTo/s400/Romeo___Juliet_by_tgphotographer.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#666666;"> <blockquote>Ven, áspero y vencedor piloto: mi nave, harta de combartir con las olas, quiere quebrantarse en los peñascos. Brindemos por mi dama. ¡oh, cuán portentosos son los efectos de tu bálsamo, alquimista veraz! Así, con este beso... muero.</blockquote></span></em><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-19282049475466428552009-08-27T18:01:00.000-07:002009-08-27T18:13:58.754-07:00Llename las heridas<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SpctHtyogpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pruZwsllPgU/s1600-h/HA6EiTMtQm87uzc6hUlEuWCAo1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374814290864276114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SpctHtyogpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pruZwsllPgU/s400/HA6EiTMtQm87uzc6hUlEuWCAo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> <span style="color:#ffcc33;">con limón y sal , q son como tus besos cerca del mar</span></em></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-40226076659118701222009-08-25T18:05:00.000-07:002009-08-25T18:12:16.440-07:00Bailamos?<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SpSKyN72q5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/AyPcO1kee5w/s1600-h/nrEkRCjc1e5dlbmwEzBtTykdo1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374072850698644370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SpSKyN72q5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/AyPcO1kee5w/s400/nrEkRCjc1e5dlbmwEzBtTykdo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em> </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Perdon si no te hable .... pero no pude evitar dejar de hacerle el amor a la ciudad.</em></span><br /><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-89391426748114577562009-08-17T17:26:00.000-07:002009-08-17T17:47:05.205-07:00F E L I Z C U M P L E A Ñ O S ! ! !<p align="center"> </p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/Son4sw6M1aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m7kF2i1BPg8/s1600-h/c5764d8b1a95b17bf14d3d62f85eca41.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371097478542972322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/Son4sw6M1aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m7kF2i1BPg8/s400/c5764d8b1a95b17bf14d3d62f85eca41.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">There's just one thing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">That's getting in the way</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">When we go up to bed you just no good</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">its such a shame!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">I look into your eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">I want to get to know you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">And then you make this noise</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;">and its apparently its all over.</span> </span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">Its not fair</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">And i think you're really mean</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I think you're really mean</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">Oh, your supposed to care</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">But you never make me scream</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;">You never make me scream.</span> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Oh it's <span style="font-size:180%;">not fair</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">And it's really not ok</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;">It's really not ok</span> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Oh you supposed to care</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">But all you do is take</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">Yeah, all you do is take. I lay here in this wet patch</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">In the middle of the bed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">I'm feeling pretty damn hard done by</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I spent ages giving head.</span> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Then I remember all the nice things</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;">That you've ever said to me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Maybe I'm just over reacting</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Maybe you're the one for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></div><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-63990506687044673432009-08-12T18:08:00.001-07:002009-08-12T18:11:14.141-07:00Palabra de HONOR!!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SoNn87rur8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hitJ4ZIwJfw/s1600-h/BW_version_by_ntscha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369249477266681794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SoNn87rur8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hitJ4ZIwJfw/s400/BW_version_by_ntscha.jpg" border="0" /></a> te voi a olvidar !!!!.... ya no puedo mas.... te tengo q olvidar<br /><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-19978615272257920182009-08-10T21:13:00.000-07:002009-08-10T21:18:53.777-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SoDwii5j97I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AvS6ODx94wY/s1600-h/6abfcd3bcd1b5748741b03fac63aa8df.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368555232100087730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SoDwii5j97I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AvS6ODx94wY/s400/6abfcd3bcd1b5748741b03fac63aa8df.png" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#666666;">imagenes en mi memoria<br /></span></em></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-42310750989843451682009-08-04T18:22:00.000-07:002009-08-04T18:24:18.844-07:00No ai forma de expresar lo q oi siento<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SnjfAheqWgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uXxmEXLHvfY/s1600-h/W69FJ5MCsj37vqk2vqwq4lHro1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366284156091914754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SnjfAheqWgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uXxmEXLHvfY/s400/W69FJ5MCsj37vqk2vqwq4lHro1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-36407756033017384012009-08-03T14:14:00.000-07:002009-08-03T14:19:07.195-07:00Juego de Palabras<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SndTepgFUCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kcgkA9IOLt4/s1600-h/EsHu0gEzMjtwncgrngkphbgBo1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365849267036835874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SndTepgFUCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kcgkA9IOLt4/s400/EsHu0gEzMjtwncgrngkphbgBo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strike><span style="color:#33ccff;">te quiero, me quieres ... q mas quieres?</span></strike></em></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-81947131279747233132009-07-30T19:25:00.000-07:002009-07-30T19:31:33.003-07:00Luces de colores en el horizonte<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SnJWxzGvCDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5kosOFddD_w/s1600-h/QyGOt5dgok01jx7bC0igy1OUo1_500.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364445519683717170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SnJWxzGvCDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5kosOFddD_w/s400/QyGOt5dgok01jx7bC0igy1OUo1_500.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em> entre tu, y el millon q sigue .. atras de ti ... </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em>al fin y al cabo sigues quedando ....tu </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em>(maldita sea ¬¬)<br /></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><em></em></span></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488648893402676329.post-83414608273424399752009-07-29T19:57:00.000-07:002009-07-29T20:21:39.518-07:00Despues !!! .. q todo sea despues ....<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SnEMzlDwVtI/AAAAAAAAADs/rjPNq86KdvA/s1600-h/ZPyPsx8V7jbo66uybNAEJkago1_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364082711435695826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onWolOrHY1s/SnEMzlDwVtI/AAAAAAAAADs/rjPNq86KdvA/s400/ZPyPsx8V7jbo66uybNAEJkago1_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#009900;"> C<span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>autivo como su piel desnuda </em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"><em>y suspiro una lagrima que deja caer</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"><em>el no sabe que es</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"><em>nunca habia visto algo igual</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"><em>con la miel entre las manos</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"><em>en una noche de verano</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"><em>probo su piel</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div>Alicia!http://www.blogger.com/profile/00772577252441857172noreply@blogger.com0