<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962</id><updated>2011-12-20T03:32:24.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAAD-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5810433636555990687</id><published>2011-10-06T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T17:15:47.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ySXx8ADGU/To5EfKVkuuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/mSGfPWWCIOg/s1600/DSC01391.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ySXx8ADGU/To5EfKVkuuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/mSGfPWWCIOg/s400/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660537083792767714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Debes comprender&lt;i&gt; que entre los dos, todo ha sido puro y natural.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5810433636555990687?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5810433636555990687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5810433636555990687' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5810433636555990687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5810433636555990687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2011/10/debes-comprender-que-entre-los-dos-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ySXx8ADGU/To5EfKVkuuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/mSGfPWWCIOg/s72-c/DSC01391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6748291574028010004</id><published>2011-10-01T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:59:48.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ1e5wZBCuM/TofungpcZjI/AAAAAAAAAks/nAPDQiHFk4Y/s1600/DSC01381.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ1e5wZBCuM/TofungpcZjI/AAAAAAAAAks/nAPDQiHFk4Y/s400/DSC01381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658753819360388658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hablo de caer, porque no te quiero perder, &lt;i&gt;y si despues de tanto en tanto, sigo enterandome de ti.&lt;/i&gt; Nadie tomará otra medida para actuar, sinceramente &lt;i&gt;a tu lado me veo cerca y extraña&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Estar hasta que no haya nada mas que hablar, decirte todo, sentirte tanto&lt;/i&gt;.  No dejaria que nunca me pongas lejos, ya no te soy ajena. No te vayas si aún estoy despierta &lt;i&gt;aunque esto sea un sueño.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6748291574028010004?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6748291574028010004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6748291574028010004' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6748291574028010004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6748291574028010004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2011/10/hablo-de-caer-porque-no-te-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ1e5wZBCuM/TofungpcZjI/AAAAAAAAAks/nAPDQiHFk4Y/s72-c/DSC01381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4717496455347241256</id><published>2010-09-29T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:15:00.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;y de repente tengo el corazon vencido por tu ausencia..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4717496455347241256?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4717496455347241256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4717496455347241256' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4717496455347241256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4717496455347241256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/09/y-de-repente-tengo-el-corazon-vencido.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6647911699077693262</id><published>2010-09-21T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:28:12.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TJlNQoOwlDI/AAAAAAAAAik/qxoRJfjcau8/s1600/giiisee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TJlNQoOwlDI/AAAAAAAAAik/qxoRJfjcau8/s400/giiisee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519527766391821362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Apesar del vertigo&lt;br /&gt;no hay altura&lt;br /&gt;que impida&lt;br /&gt;que me saque el disfraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6647911699077693262?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6647911699077693262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6647911699077693262' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6647911699077693262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6647911699077693262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/09/apesar-del-vertigo-no-hay-altura-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TJlNQoOwlDI/AAAAAAAAAik/qxoRJfjcau8/s72-c/giiisee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7126087904668815888</id><published>2010-08-20T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:34:47.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tus errores me tienen cansada&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;porque en nuestras vidas ya no queda nada,&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no me has dado ni un poco de tí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con tus besos no encuentro dulzura&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;porque tus reproches me dan amargura,&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sentimos lo mismo que ayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porque ya no extraño como antes tu ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;porque me conformo aun sin tu presencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya no queda esencia del amor de ayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7126087904668815888?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7126087904668815888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=7126087904668815888' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7126087904668815888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7126087904668815888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-porque-tus-errores-me-tienen-cansada.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3004103955727320421</id><published>2010-08-15T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:52:06.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TGh9fVaiJzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fbfVQMnT6Fc/s1600/con+ro19asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TGh9fVaiJzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fbfVQMnT6Fc/s400/con+ro19asd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505788521738282802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como puede ser tan bello,&lt;br /&gt;y a la vez envenenarme con su dosis de miel.&lt;br /&gt;El tiene un toxico agridulce,&lt;br /&gt;la sustancia de mi amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TGh2CmDPcQI/AAAAAAAAAhs/99iW05dgAlw/s1600/con+ro14asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3004103955727320421?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3004103955727320421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3004103955727320421' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3004103955727320421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3004103955727320421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/08/como-puede-ser-tan-bello-y-la-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TGh9fVaiJzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fbfVQMnT6Fc/s72-c/con+ro19asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-460826231509429757</id><published>2010-08-12T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:25:09.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ya no sobran como antes las ganas de mirarte, ni de abrazarte, ni de mirarte...Un dia decis "me las tomo" y no mostraste nada, hay remar igual en subida que en la bajada. Lo mismo es errarle a la salida que a la llegada.  Y no mostraste nada, y no cambiaste nada, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya no te brilla nada&lt;/span&gt;, ya no te queda nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-460826231509429757?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/460826231509429757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=460826231509429757' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/460826231509429757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/460826231509429757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/08/ya-no-sobran-como-antes-las-ganas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6408920013234552248</id><published>2010-08-08T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:53:16.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sé que piensas que me aferro a ti y que me he quedado&lt;br /&gt;en el camino y que no entiendo las cosas como tú,&lt;br /&gt;pero no es así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6408920013234552248?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6408920013234552248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6408920013234552248' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6408920013234552248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6408920013234552248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/08/se-que-piensas-que-me-aferro-ti-y-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3672967004546055464</id><published>2010-08-04T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:48:42.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;La costumbre de brindar por los amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y pensar en el futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Era un tema a no tratar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y ya el beso era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;obligado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3672967004546055464?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3672967004546055464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3672967004546055464' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3672967004546055464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3672967004546055464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-costumbre-de-brindar-por-los-amores_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-23806341375021743</id><published>2010-08-02T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:38:38.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te escribo estas lineas y no es para que vuelvas ; pero nadie te va amar como yo. Todavia me pregunto como te perdi, si como romeo y julieta, viviamos nuestra relacion. Es que no entiendo como pudo terminar asi, es que de todos contigo queria, pasar el resto de mis dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadie te va amar como yo lo hice, a ti nadie te querra como yo te quise. Consulta con tu corazon a ver que te dice, que mi amor fue verdadero y no dejo cicatrices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-23806341375021743?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/23806341375021743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=23806341375021743' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/23806341375021743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/23806341375021743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/08/te-escribo-estas-lineas-y-no-es-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7312467496238655033</id><published>2010-07-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:44:08.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cuantas lunas que se van y nosotros esperando, que despierte el corazón que parece estar quebrado ; todo el tiempo que pasó no me aleja de tu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;cielo de un so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;lo color que m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TEfLokpqoAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VcWuuQZffYQ/s1600/28118_399594754181_686074181_4063971_1847552_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TEfLokpqoAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VcWuuQZffYQ/s400/28118_399594754181_686074181_4063971_1847552_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496585768122621954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;e sigue enamorando ; hay algo que sigue vivo, nos renueva la ilusión y en el último suspiro…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7312467496238655033?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7312467496238655033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=7312467496238655033' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7312467496238655033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7312467496238655033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/07/cuantas-lunas-que-se-van-y-nosotros.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TEfLokpqoAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VcWuuQZffYQ/s72-c/28118_399594754181_686074181_4063971_1847552_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7109244442017773818</id><published>2010-05-30T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:16:39.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TAM37GQUSUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/f_WAkMcObgE/s1600/fgfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TAM37GQUSUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/f_WAkMcObgE/s400/fgfg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477283060243515714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que se terminó nuestra relación; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya no más tú y yo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez te dejaré ir para poder ser libre,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt; y vivir mi vida como debería ser.&lt;br /&gt;No importa cuán difícil sea, estaré bien sin ti. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, lo estaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7109244442017773818?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7109244442017773818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=7109244442017773818' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7109244442017773818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7109244442017773818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2010/05/desde-que-se-termino-nuestra-relacion.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/TAM37GQUSUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/f_WAkMcObgE/s72-c/fgfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6518305445813951277</id><published>2009-12-29T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:51:13.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Había muchas diferencias entre nosotros. Pero la más notoria era que &lt;i&gt;yo no me quería nada y vos te amabas demasiado,&lt;/i&gt; tanto que &lt;b&gt;en vos no había lugar para mí&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6518305445813951277?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6518305445813951277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6518305445813951277' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6518305445813951277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6518305445813951277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/12/habia-muchas-diferencias-entre-nosotros.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3065585575411827025</id><published>2009-12-29T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:38:53.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soy yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;quien piensa en vos, quien te entregó su corazón en algo desafortunadamente &lt;i&gt;corto pero intenso&lt;/i&gt;, que siempre termina con alguno lastimado y que ese alguien hasta ahora; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siempre fui yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3065585575411827025?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3065585575411827025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3065585575411827025' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3065585575411827025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3065585575411827025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/12/porque-soy-yo-quien-piensa-en-vos-quien.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-8986489333338128532</id><published>2009-12-29T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:37:38.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;Si se han muerto esos deseos de tenerme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt; y hoy resulta que mi amor es tan poquita cosa para ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; yo me quedo con el alma desgarrada por que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prefiero vivir sola que mal acompañada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-8986489333338128532?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8986489333338128532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=8986489333338128532' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8986489333338128532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8986489333338128532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/12/si-se-han-muerto-esos-deseos-de-tenerme.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1050608636374047084</id><published>2009-11-06T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:08:56.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Si me canse de perdonar, fue porqe cuando duele, nunca pero nunca se olvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1050608636374047084?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1050608636374047084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1050608636374047084' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1050608636374047084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1050608636374047084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-me-canse-de-perdonar-fue-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-129552041599747834</id><published>2009-10-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:04:15.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aunque te abraces a la luna, aunque te acuestes con el sol. No hay más estrellas que las que dejes brillar, tendrá el cielo tu color. No estés solo en esta lluvia , no te entregues por favor. Si debes ser fuerte en estos tiempos, para resistir la decepción y quedar abierto, mente y alma, &lt;em&gt;yo estoy con vos. Si te hace falta quien te trate con amor, si no tenés a quien brindar tu corazón, si todo vuelve cuando más lo precisás, nos veremos otra vez&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-129552041599747834?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/129552041599747834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=129552041599747834' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/129552041599747834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/129552041599747834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/10/aunque-te-abraces-la-luna-aunque-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6247875077925890195</id><published>2009-10-26T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:45:33.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empeza por aceptar tu maldad. Un poco de autocrítica no te vendría mal. Me agarraste desatento, es que anduve por ahí, desprolijo porque si, en el arte de fingir me ganás. Aunque yo me esmero mucho. &lt;strong&gt;Si te presto mi confianza abusás&lt;/strong&gt;, me devolviste el corazón pertrechado. Algo pasa entre nosotros dos, y no quiero entusiasmarme con palabras. Ya no hago más que especular, mejor seria demostrártelo. Se que a veces me comporto fatal, no prestes atención a esos detalles. Fue la suma de factores, el efecto dominó dado entre vos y yo, si me acerco te ponés a temblar. Eso me confunde mucho, &lt;strong&gt;algo pasa entre nosotros dos. Y no quiero entusiasmarme con palabras.&lt;/strong&gt; Ya no hago más que especular, &lt;strong&gt;mejor seria demostrártelo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6247875077925890195?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6247875077925890195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6247875077925890195' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6247875077925890195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6247875077925890195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/10/empeza-por-aceptar-tu-maldad.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5172246782849422637</id><published>2009-10-22T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:21:43.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay &lt;strong&gt;muchas cosas que me hacen pensar en ti&lt;/strong&gt;. Las estrellas hermosas que se te parecen. Problemas con mis viejos, y esta edad sin paz.  Mi sed de besos, y esta soledad. Esa que me hace pensar en vos. Esa que me hace gritarle a Dios. Esa que me hace rogar en esta terraza: Que vuelvas a casa. Hay muchas cosas que me hacen pensar en ti. El brillo de tus ojos en mi sueños. Las ganas de ser de tu corazón,&lt;strong&gt; la única dueña&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Y esa alegría que cuando te fuiste perdí&lt;/strong&gt;. La que me viene cuando me abrazas. La que en mi alma hiciste florecer. La que me viene solo cuando estas, y no quiero perder.  Alguna cosa hace que termine mi canción, y alguna otra dice que será inmortal. &lt;strong&gt;Tan terriblemente y locamente inmortal, como el amor inmenso que siento con vos.&lt;/strong&gt;  Que a mi trajiste por primera vez, aquel que nunca, nunca cambiará. Aquel que &lt;strong&gt;por ser el hombre a quien deseo&lt;/strong&gt;, no terminará jamás...y no terminará jamás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5172246782849422637?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5172246782849422637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5172246782849422637' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5172246782849422637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5172246782849422637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/10/hay-muchas-cosas-que-me-hacen-pensar-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5083268963867087882</id><published>2009-10-17T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:52:54.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Stq4FY2kBcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ao4dUT1PCTU/s1600-h/sdfsdfsdfdfdsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393825906439751106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Stq4FY2kBcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ao4dUT1PCTU/s400/sdfsdfsdfdfdsf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mira lo que hace el Destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;que te puso en mi camino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y nos volvimos a encontrar&lt;/em&gt; tu y yo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;tanto tiempo que has vivido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;me imagino que has corrido pero yo fui el 1er. dueño ahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;tu lo sabes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Préndete, tu ser, el fuego que me kema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Enciéndete, porque ando suelto sin cadena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;desde hace rato nos tenemo en vela amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;vamo a revivir que donde hubo fuego cenizas quedan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eras fuego y yo candela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;que arde y como quema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;prendemos y no hay quien nos pare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;como alboratamo al sistema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;la tula se eleva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;y no hay frio que nos apague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5083268963867087882?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5083268963867087882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5083268963867087882' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5083268963867087882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5083268963867087882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/10/mira-lo-que-hace-el-destino-que-te-puso.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Stq4FY2kBcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ao4dUT1PCTU/s72-c/sdfsdfsdfdfdsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3684853065256959029</id><published>2009-10-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:07:36.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Necesitás el calor de mis besos otra vez, necesitás el calor de mi cuerpo otra vez, necesitás alguien que te sepa cuidar, necesitás alguien que no te haga mal, porque yo quiero entregarte lo que ella no te dá, porque yo puedo cuidarte como nadie más, porque tú, tú te mereces una mujer de verdad, y en mí tienes todo eso y mucho más, aquí estoy, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquí te espero dispuesta a amar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3684853065256959029?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3684853065256959029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3684853065256959029' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3684853065256959029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3684853065256959029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/10/necesitas-el-calor-de-mis-besos-otra.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4189965432949151317</id><published>2009-10-15T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:47:43.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Stfei47yKWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wjMf3ESPWq0/s1600-h/asdasdasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393023769779513698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Stfei47yKWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wjMf3ESPWq0/s400/asdasdasd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si quiero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; puedo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;pero ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;¿quiero?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4189965432949151317?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4189965432949151317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4189965432949151317' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4189965432949151317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4189965432949151317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-quiero-puedo-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Stfei47yKWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wjMf3ESPWq0/s72-c/asdasdasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6926801310385697570</id><published>2009-09-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:30:25.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Srog9_K3epI/AAAAAAAAAe0/udhXhlT5nkE/s1600-h/8929_1235268686949_1386152702_1698200_3174483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Este adiós &lt;em&gt;no maquilla un hasta luego&lt;/em&gt;, este nunca &lt;em&gt;no esconde un ojala&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estas cenizas no juegan con fuego&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esta ciega &lt;em&gt;no mira para atrás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Este notario firma lo que escribo, esta letra no la protestaré, ahórrate el acuse de recibo, estas vísperas &lt;em&gt;son las de después&lt;/em&gt;. A este ruido tan huérfano de padre &lt;em&gt;no voy a permitirle &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que taladre un corazón podrido de lati&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/em&gt;. Este pez ya no muere por tu boca, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esta loca se va con otro loco&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estos ojos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no lloran más por ti&lt;/span&gt;. No abuses de mi inspiración, no acuses a mi corazón tan maltrecho y ajado que está &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cerrado por derribo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6926801310385697570?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6926801310385697570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6926801310385697570' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6926801310385697570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6926801310385697570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/09/este-adios-no-maquilla-un-hasta-luego.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6713379490920979179</id><published>2009-09-18T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:31:19.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SrOYk-TT_0I/AAAAAAAAAek/ZOiKito9cVs/s1600-h/ghgfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382813740604587842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SrOYk-TT_0I/AAAAAAAAAek/ZOiKito9cVs/s400/ghgfh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Si &lt;strong&gt;caminar por el borde hace tanto mal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Si caminando me encuentro, no voy a mirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo dijo mi amigo que no estaba perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se siente en el aire &lt;strong&gt;algo esta por cambiar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se sabe que sale, que nadie te regale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que esperes, que esto no salga mal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6713379490920979179?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6713379490920979179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6713379490920979179' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6713379490920979179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6713379490920979179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-caminar-por-el-borde-hace-tanto-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SrOYk-TT_0I/AAAAAAAAAek/ZOiKito9cVs/s72-c/ghgfh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6612758349977994624</id><published>2009-09-14T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:19:34.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Sq8VzC2HV4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ncOwM0N-TLA/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381544046412388226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Sq8VzC2HV4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ncOwM0N-TLA/s400/avril_lavigne_22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Sq8UwUz3m5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/aMMWaGINtfE/s1600-h/2345_1100976649732_1386152702_1317278_6424_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Con la dulzura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de un amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que nadie ve&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6612758349977994624?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6612758349977994624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6612758349977994624' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6612758349977994624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6612758349977994624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/09/con-la-dulzura-de-un-amor-que-nadie-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Sq8VzC2HV4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ncOwM0N-TLA/s72-c/avril_lavigne_22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6312901839387074706</id><published>2009-09-13T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:32:53.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuanto más alto está mi ánimo, más dura es la caída hacia el precipicio cuando tomo conciencia de la realidad. ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6312901839387074706?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6312901839387074706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6312901839387074706' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6312901839387074706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6312901839387074706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuanto-mas-alto-esta-mi-animo-mas-dura.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4616244100479641414</id><published>2009-09-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:02:38.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SqyYumhTyyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zCkC8S2Duuk/s1600-h/10524_1189015895833_1541423688_497682_7578041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843581182561058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SqyYumhTyyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zCkC8S2Duuk/s400/10524_1189015895833_1541423688_497682_7578041_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;MIS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEJORES&lt;/span&gt; AMIGOS&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;LOS AMO; SON&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MI VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4616244100479641414?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4616244100479641414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4616244100479641414' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4616244100479641414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4616244100479641414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/09/mis-mejores-amigos-los-amo-son-mi-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SqyYumhTyyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zCkC8S2Duuk/s72-c/10524_1189015895833_1541423688_497682_7578041_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4525331665968593056</id><published>2009-09-06T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:57:50.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Trato de explicarte que hay alguien que te piensa constantemente, trato de decirte que no me importan las consecuencias, ni cuanto vaya a sufrir, ni siquiera me importa por cuanto tiempo, pero te quiero &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mi lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4525331665968593056?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4525331665968593056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4525331665968593056' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4525331665968593056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4525331665968593056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/09/trato-de-explicarte-que-hay-alguien-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6823757675250476843</id><published>2009-09-06T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:33:11.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Duele; como duele, la soledad, mas me duele si tu llegas o si tu ya te vas, duele tanto que &lt;em&gt;me cuesta decir lo que siento por ti&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Y es que cuando el amor se va, ya no hay mas remedio que dejarlo volar.&lt;/strong&gt; Pasabamos mas tiempo en guerra que en paz, sin negar que a veces me comportaba mal. Habia que llorarte para que me besaras, y habia que suplicarte para que me acariciaras. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y es que cuando el amor se va, ya no hay mas remedio que &lt;em&gt;dejarlo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;volar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6823757675250476843?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6823757675250476843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6823757675250476843' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6823757675250476843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6823757675250476843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/09/duele-como-duele-la-soledad-mas-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3416453612796287211</id><published>2009-09-04T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:59:15.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377622504935709314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SqEnLSbW2oI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PK886EAvS2A/s400/sdfdsgsdgsfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahora va a entender lo que es el abandono y aunque no tenga reemplazo, supongo que no va a tardar en aparecer algún idiota que me lo saque de la cabeza. Hace mucho que no hablo con el. Lo sorprendente es que en vez de sentirme triste me siento más libre. De pronto veo muy claro y la vida se me hace más fácil. Entiendo ahora que las trabas me las ponía yo, que no existían realmente. Me sorprendo queriendo hacer cosas, queriendo estar bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3416453612796287211?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3416453612796287211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3416453612796287211' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3416453612796287211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3416453612796287211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahora-va-entender-lo-que-es-el-abandono.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SqEnLSbW2oI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PK886EAvS2A/s72-c/sdfdsgsdgsfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3882760530463430251</id><published>2009-08-27T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:21:22.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SpcivimnFnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/T4qsowBsUaA/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374802880427923058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SpcivimnFnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/T4qsowBsUaA/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Es así: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te lleva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te trae, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te atrapa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te deja ir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Te ilusiona,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te ampara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te ilumina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te destruye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estoy preparada para &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;que empiece la partida-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3882760530463430251?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3882760530463430251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3882760530463430251' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3882760530463430251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3882760530463430251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/es-asi-te-lleva-te-trae-te-atrapa-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SpcivimnFnI/AAAAAAAAAdc/T4qsowBsUaA/s72-c/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3386207849509660304</id><published>2009-08-27T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:13:16.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No me reemplaces, jamás. Y como si se lo hubiera pedido, &lt;strong&gt;lo hizo&lt;/strong&gt;. Un llamado puede deshacer mi felicidad, una sola palabra puede arruinarme la vida. No son metáforas. &lt;strong&gt;Me hubiera gustado que alguien le advirtiese estas cosas: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“tené cuidado con lo que le decís, por favor, cuidala”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3386207849509660304?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3386207849509660304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3386207849509660304' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3386207849509660304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3386207849509660304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-me-reemplaces-jamas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5416194753066170558</id><published>2009-08-23T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:31:58.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy siento como todo se derrumba y, no encontramos la respuesta esta vez. Hoy te pido que no me dejes sola. basta! &lt;strong&gt;todo el peso en una sola parte&lt;/strong&gt;; basta. Necesito relajarme, comenzar de nuevo. Solucionando problemas, dame alguna respuesta; &lt;strong&gt;no caigo en tu juego&lt;/strong&gt;, no juegues conmigo. Me alejo de lo que me hace mal, prefiero evitar todo ese malestar. Elijo ser feliz de alguna u otra manera. &lt;strong&gt;Mirando el lado bueno en cada oportunidad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5416194753066170558?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5416194753066170558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5416194753066170558' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5416194753066170558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5416194753066170558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoy-siento-como-todo-se-derrumba-y-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1674645230725292090</id><published>2009-08-13T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:41:46.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No puedo tenerlo de vuelta; pero no lo quiero de vuelta. Yo me di cuenta que el no sabe como actuar. Nunca fui una tonta; no soy así de densa. No tengo una carencia de sentido común(Puedo asegurar que no). Yo era la chica bien; el era el chico malo. El tiene abundancia. Pero de amor para mi; no tiene nada. Lo estuve invitando a ingresar a mi corazón, pensaba que yo era su estrella; supongo que estaba equivocada. Podes ver que permanezco fuerte, &lt;strong&gt;no me tomará mucho tiempo olvidarme.&lt;/strong&gt; Por favor, no te preocupes por mi, &lt;strong&gt;voy a estar bien.&lt;/strong&gt; El error que cometí es claro (&lt;strong&gt;nunca debimos estar juntos&lt;/strong&gt;). Esa es la razon por la que no estas aca. No es solo una simple lagrima salada. No hay ningun sentimiento en mi pecho. No siento nada de estress. Soy demasiado encantadora como para sentirme deprimida ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1674645230725292090?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1674645230725292090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1674645230725292090' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1674645230725292090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1674645230725292090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-puedo-tenerlo-de-vuelta-pero-no-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5179669793354153179</id><published>2009-08-13T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:35:24.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SoS_QfJ0HSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dbZopTyqONU/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369626945693949218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SoS_QfJ0HSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dbZopTyqONU/s400/DSC01947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SoSoj27jeNI/AAAAAAAAAdM/o2Q3wJJiFuM/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y tú siempre piensas. Siempre hablas correctamente. Yo debería saber; que tú &lt;strong&gt;no eres bueno para mí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque eres caliente después eres frío; &lt;strong&gt;eres si&lt;/strong&gt; después &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eres no.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estas in después estas out; estas arriba después estas abajo. Estas mal cuando esta bien; es negro y es blanco. Nos &lt;strong&gt;peleamos,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rompemos&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;nos besamos, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;regresamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tú realmente &lt;strong&gt;no te quieres quedar&lt;/strong&gt;, no; pero tú &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;realmente no quieres ir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nosotros solíamos ser la misma energía; ahora es una batería muerta. Acostumbrábamos reír de nada; ahora eres simplemente aburrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo debería saber que;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tú no ibas a cambiar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Alguien llame al doctor; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tengo un caso de amor bipolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tú cambias de parecer; como una chica cambia su ropa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5179669793354153179?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5179669793354153179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5179669793354153179' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5179669793354153179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5179669793354153179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/y-tu-siempre-piensas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SoS_QfJ0HSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dbZopTyqONU/s72-c/DSC01947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6669437170719500385</id><published>2009-08-13T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:10:30.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No me preguntes mas por mi, si ya sabes cual es la respuesta. Desde el momento en que te vi; sé a lo que voy. Yo me propongo ser de ti &lt;strong&gt;una victima casi perfecta&lt;/strong&gt;, yo me propongo ser de ti un volcan hoy. El amor tal vez es un mal común y asi como ves;  estoy viva. Aun sera cuestion de suerte. Creo que empiezo a entender; despacio, comienzas a caer. Nos deseabamos desde antes de nacer. Te siento; desde antes de nacer. Tengo el presentimiento de que empieza la accion. Y &lt;strong&gt;las mujeres somos las de la intuición&lt;/strong&gt;. Asi, &lt;strong&gt;estoy dispuesta a todo amor&lt;/strong&gt;. Yo te propongo un deliz, &lt;strong&gt;un error convertido en acierto&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6669437170719500385?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6669437170719500385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6669437170719500385' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6669437170719500385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6669437170719500385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-me-preguntes-mas-por-mi-si-ya-sabes.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1544925670113730716</id><published>2009-08-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T17:25:38.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sigues regresando para decirme que eres el unico que pudo haber sido. Y mis ojos lo ven todo tan claro. Fue hace mucho atrás y lejos, pero nunca desaparece. Trato de dejarlo en el pasado. &lt;b&gt;Sostenida en mi misma, y no mirando a atrás.&lt;/b&gt; No quiero soñar sobre todas las cosas que nunca fueron. Tal vez yo puedo vivir sin ello. No quiero sentir el dolor; que bien podria hacerme ahora... Entonces dejame ir.&lt;b&gt; Solo dejame volar.&lt;/b&gt; Dejame sentir el espacio entre ambos creciendo más produndamente, y mucho más oscuro cada día. Mirame ahora y yo seré alguien nuevo. &lt;b&gt;Mi corazón se recuperará;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;em&gt;estará abierto para alguien&lt;/em&gt;, pero tú, aunque yo cruce el límite, &lt;em&gt;será como una mentira que he dicho miles de veces.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;b&gt;Y parte de mi aún cree; &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;que cuando estes lejos, seguirás alrededor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Y parte de mi aún cree; &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;que ambos podemos encontrar una forma&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;para funcionar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pero yo se que &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;tratamos todo lo que pudimos intentar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Asi que solo &lt;em&gt;digamos adiós; Por siempre ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1544925670113730716?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1544925670113730716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1544925670113730716' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1544925670113730716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1544925670113730716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigues-regresando-para-decirme-que-eres.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6941704218161619443</id><published>2009-08-08T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:29:17.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A veces sueño&lt;/strong&gt; que no amanece, que nos perdemos, y un firmamento de estrellas me da el aliento, que lo oiga el mundo entero y lo escuche Dios: &lt;strong&gt;yo he sido tan feliz contigo&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6941704218161619443?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6941704218161619443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6941704218161619443' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6941704218161619443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6941704218161619443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/veces-sueno-que-no-amanece-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5815230641286575538</id><published>2009-08-04T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:44:04.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si tu piensas que te voy a perseguir, ni lo sueñes, no soy asi. Yo te busco donde sea y lo hago cuando quiera, yo me muevo a mi manera. así soy yo; quiero que lo sepas de una vez por mi. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No espero nada de ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Y si quiero yo te encuentro. Si deseo yo te beso- Así soy yo. &lt;strong&gt;Atrapo al que quiera&lt;/strong&gt; y lo beso donde sea. No me importa lo que invente, no me importa lo que piense. No digo cosas en vano, siempre voy directo al grano. Así soy yo; no pretendo que me entienda. Qe difícil es ser yo! Y no digas que yo no te lo adverti. Piensa bien si te conviene así, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando libre y sin pasiones, no me pongo condiciones. Yo no doy explicaciones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y si hay otra que te haga más feliz, ni lo pienses, &lt;strong&gt;nada de sufrir&lt;/strong&gt;. No me vengas con perdones, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;siempre tengo mil amores, pruebo mis otros sabores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Siempre tengo horas buenas. No me gusta andar con penas. Vivo con o sin abrazos, y no entiendo de fracasos. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No me gusta tener dueño. El que se crea está en un sueño-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5815230641286575538?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5815230641286575538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5815230641286575538' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5815230641286575538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5815230641286575538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-tu-piensas-que-te-voy-perseguir-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1383291054483548889</id><published>2009-08-03T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:39:14.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Estábamos hechos el uno para el otro. Yo estoy aca para siempre, sé lo que eramos. Todo lo que alguna vez quise era para vos, lo sabes. Me cuesta respirar, necesito sentirte aca junto a mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1383291054483548889?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1383291054483548889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1383291054483548889' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1383291054483548889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1383291054483548889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/estabamos-hechos-el-uno-para-el-otro.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6487520122842518647</id><published>2009-08-03T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:32:38.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're actin like you're somebody else. Gets me frusterated. Life's like this you, You fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get. And you turn into Honestly, you promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6487520122842518647?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6487520122842518647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6487520122842518647' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6487520122842518647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6487520122842518647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/porqe-tenes-que-hacer-las-cosas-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1260057401384251863</id><published>2009-08-02T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:08:10.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SnYACP6K7sI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x0momrmbEn4/s1600-h/conrocioooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365476044688780994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SnYACP6K7sI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x0momrmbEn4/s400/conrocioooooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por fin he encontrado un remedio infalible que borre del todo la culpa. No pienso quedarme a tu lado mirando la tele y oyendo disculpas, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la vida me ha dado un hambre voráz y tu apenas me das caramelos&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Me voy con mis piernas y mi juventúd por ahí aunque te maten los celos. Llevo conmigo &lt;em&gt;un radar especial para localizar solteros&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Si acaso me meto en aprietos tambien llevo el número de los bomberos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ni tipos muy lindos ni divos ni niños ricos &lt;strong&gt;yo se lo que quiero&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pasarla muy bien y portarme muy mal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en los brazos de &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;algún caballero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1260057401384251863?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1260057401384251863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1260057401384251863' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1260057401384251863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1260057401384251863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-fin-he-encontrado-un-remedio.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SnYACP6K7sI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x0momrmbEn4/s72-c/conrocioooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4314126171481167366</id><published>2009-08-01T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:38:47.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando apareces, &lt;em&gt;desaparece todo lo que me daña&lt;/em&gt;. Y me parece que las palabras llegan sin preguntar. Éste camino &lt;strong&gt;no tiene final&lt;/strong&gt;, llévame a donde vayas, donde te quedes; &lt;strong&gt;ahí quiero estar&lt;/strong&gt;. Cuando florezca la madrugada quiero besar tu espalda, &lt;strong&gt;en tu camino me quiero quedar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4314126171481167366?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4314126171481167366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4314126171481167366' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4314126171481167366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4314126171481167366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuando-apareces-desaparece-todo-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3772256914370627830</id><published>2009-07-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:45:58.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para elegir hay que saber cuál es el debe y el haber, hay que mirar de frente al sol. sentir a pleno el corazón. Para vivir hay que &lt;strong&gt;correr el riesgo de poder perder&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;equivocarse hasta caer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, llegar al fondo de mi ser. Cuál es el costo de ganar? cuál es el miedo de perder? cuál la carrera, cuál la llegada, cuál el camino y cuál la cortada. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Si me animo y &lt;em&gt;si no puedo&lt;/em&gt;, si me atrevo y &lt;em&gt;si no llego&lt;/em&gt;, si te pierdo y &lt;em&gt;no te encuentro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; si me escapo o me quedo ciegA. Cuál es la forma más clara y segura de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elegir bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que no queden dudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yo sigo probando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mientras voy pensando qué hacer-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3772256914370627830?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3772256914370627830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3772256914370627830' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3772256914370627830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3772256914370627830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-elegir-hay-que-saber-cual-es-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7691964508061494741</id><published>2009-07-29T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:35:47.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SnAA7ft46eI/AAAAAAAAAc8/VwZtWNl-jmk/s1600-h/1222210779626_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Puede que no recuerdes que te amo, pero recorda ESE dia en el que prometi que SIEMPRE lo haria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7691964508061494741?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7691964508061494741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=7691964508061494741' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7691964508061494741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7691964508061494741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/puede-que-no-recuerdes-que-te-amo-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-8395602634471002152</id><published>2009-07-28T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:56:35.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si tenes tiempo de escuchar &lt;strong&gt;yo te disparo una señal&lt;/strong&gt;. Que esta borracha y &lt;strong&gt;confundida&lt;/strong&gt;, y no te viene mal. Aunque no escuches la canción &lt;strong&gt;yo te la escribo para vos&lt;/strong&gt;. Que &lt;strong&gt;extraña un poco aquel infierno&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;así estaba mejor.&lt;/strong&gt; ¿Que vas a hacer? Te &lt;strong&gt;gusta más la rabia que la realidad. &lt;em&gt;Pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; y no poder hablar&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mirarte&lt;/strong&gt; y no poder mirar&lt;/em&gt;. Anda, que vas a estar mejor, &lt;em&gt;no puedo ni cuidarme yo&lt;/em&gt;. Estas gritando corazón, estas llorando de dolor. Cada vez que tengo un poco de aire,&lt;strong&gt; yo te pierdo&lt;/strong&gt;. Dale, dame, lo que quieras. &lt;strong&gt;Yo te espero&lt;/strong&gt;. Dale, &lt;strong&gt;no te pierdas&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Yo te cuido de mi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pichón de crag no sueñes mas, que te perdes si no bajas. &lt;strong&gt;Que gambeteas y no tocas&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;que perfumas lo que ensucias.&lt;/em&gt; Es lo que hay, no es lo mejor, &lt;em&gt;lo que quedaba en el cajón.&lt;/em&gt; Es una pena al corazón, que no comprendas la canción. &lt;strong&gt;Que extrañe tanto tu locura, no me entiendo-&lt;/strong&gt; No me abandones por favor, que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;estoy perdiendo la ilusión&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Y cada noche es más difícil, no perderme.&lt;/em&gt; Dale, dame, lo que quieras. &lt;strong&gt;Yo te espero&lt;/strong&gt;. Dale, &lt;strong&gt;no te pierdas.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yo te cuido&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-8395602634471002152?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8395602634471002152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=8395602634471002152' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8395602634471002152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8395602634471002152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-tenes-tiempo-de-escuchar-yo-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4448591539574006497</id><published>2009-07-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:24:30.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Necesito &lt;strong&gt;tiempo .Amor. Alegría.&lt;/strong&gt; Necesito &lt;strong&gt;espacio&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se que me necesito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- "Di hola a la chica que soy" &lt;em&gt;Vas a tener que ver a través de mi perspectiva&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Necesito cometer errores solo para saber quien soy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y no quiero ser tan malditamente protegida. Debe haber otra vía, porque creo en las cosas que cambian, pero quién sos para decir lo que una chica tiene que hacer? Dios, &lt;strong&gt;necesito algunas respuestas&lt;/strong&gt;. ¿Qué voy a hacer con mi vida? (Lo encontrarás, no te preocupes) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Cómo se supone que voy a saber lo que está bien?&lt;/span&gt; (Solo tienes que hacerlo a tu manera).&lt;/strong&gt; No puedo ayudar la manera en que me siento. Pero mi vida ha sido tan &lt;strong&gt;sobreprotegida&lt;/strong&gt;- Les digo lo que me gusta, lo que no. Pero &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cada vez que me paro, soy corregida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; No puedo ayudar la manera en que me siento. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Necesito... tiempo (&lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt;) Necesito... espacio (&lt;em&gt;eso es&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No necesito a nadie diciéndome solo lo que quiero, lo que voy hacer sobre mi destino. No, no. Nadie me va a decir solo que quiero hacer. Estoy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tan harta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de la gente diciéndome que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sea alguien más que yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4448591539574006497?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4448591539574006497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4448591539574006497' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4448591539574006497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4448591539574006497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/necesito-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-392121735027167970</id><published>2009-07-22T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:37:55.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;prohibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; se vuelve&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tentador&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-392121735027167970?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/392121735027167970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=392121735027167970' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/392121735027167970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/392121735027167970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-prohibido-se-vuelve-tentador.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-2616418115394415457</id><published>2009-07-15T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:19:59.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quizás desearemos otra vez lo mismo, y yo te agradeceré por todo esto tan hermoso-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-2616418115394415457?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2616418115394415457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=2616418115394415457' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/2616418115394415457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/2616418115394415457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/quizas-desearemos-otra-vez-lo-mismo-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3369564961053438518</id><published>2009-07-12T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:42:46.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este es un mundo loco. Estos son tiempos solitarios, es dificil saber quien esta de tu lado. La mayor parte del tiempo, en quien puedes realmente confiar, a quien conoces realmente. Acaso hay alguien allá afuera quien puede hacerte sentir menos solo? aveces simplemente no podes hacerlo por tu cuenta. Si necesitas un lugar en donde puedas correr, y necesites un hombro sobre el cual llorar, yo siempre seré tu amiga. Si necesitas un refugio durante la lluvia, cuando necesites alguien que te cure el dolor, voy a estar ahi una y otra vez. Cuando necesites alguien que te ame, aca voy a estar. Si tenes sueños rotos, solo dejámelos a mi. Voy a ser la unica que te comprenda. Si alcanzas el vacío, sabes que voy hacer mi mayor esfuerzo para llenarte con todo el amor que soy capaz de mostrar a alguien. Te prometo que nunca vas a caminar solo. Todos necesitamos a alguien para mantener un corazon y un alma. Si necesitas un refugio durante la lluvia, cuando necesites alguien que te cure el dolor, voy a estar ahi una y otra vez. Cuando necesites alguien que te ame, aca voy a estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3369564961053438518?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3369564961053438518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3369564961053438518' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3369564961053438518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3369564961053438518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/este-es-un-mundo-loco_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7080824356813779224</id><published>2009-07-12T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:42:05.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aunque pase el tiempo, pasen las ganas, pasen otros. Aunque tus locuras ya no sean como las mías, aunque me refugie en otros brazos, aunque te pierdas en otros ojos, aunque mi vida se aleje de la tuya, aunque todo siga pasando, aunque mi piel se erice con otro calor, aunque tus manos recorran otro cuerpo, aunque mi mundo gire en un sentido distinto al tuyo, aunque desaparezcas bruscamente así como apareciste irrumpiendo mis días... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuiste esperanza cuando no lo había&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuiste sueños entre realidades que lastimaban, fuiste amor cuando ya no sabía amar- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7080824356813779224?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7080824356813779224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=7080824356813779224' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7080824356813779224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7080824356813779224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/aunque-pase-el-tiempo-pasen-las-ganas_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5277989503393902786</id><published>2009-07-12T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:41:02.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé que tenés los ojos que quiero mirar todos los días y sé que es con vos con quien quiero pasar mi tiempo, mis noches y mis momentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Quizás deba reprimir cada uno de mis sentimientos y obviar cada una de mis sensaciones, dejarte a un lado y &lt;strong&gt;olvidar tu nombre&lt;/strong&gt; y cada movimiento tuyo cuando estás delante y me mirás de casualidad. Quizás no interprete bien tus miradas y quizás ahora debería ahorrarme todas estas palabras pero tengo que decirte que mucho &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;antes de conocerte conservaba en mí la ilusión de encontrarme con alguien como vos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y como vos no hay nadie más, y tenés que saberlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Quizás ya lo escuchaste a través de otras bocas, diferentes o parecidas a la mía, pero necesitaba que me escucharas, que supieras que &lt;em&gt;está en vos la capacidad de hacerme feliz&lt;/em&gt;, aunque no digas nada, aunque sólo me mires de reojo, aunque &lt;em&gt;no me sueñes pero te acuerdes de mi nombre&lt;/em&gt; al mirarme, aunque te sientas lejos o cerca de mí...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5277989503393902786?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5277989503393902786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5277989503393902786' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5277989503393902786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5277989503393902786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/se-que-tenes-los-ojos-que-quiero-mirar_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-333993761517847545</id><published>2009-07-09T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:02:02.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SlbicIChwII/AAAAAAAAAbk/vIIMCU8VCjo/s1600-h/P1010151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356717779626082434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SlbicIChwII/AAAAAAAAAbk/vIIMCU8VCjo/s400/P1010151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero empezar otra vez&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;y&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cambiarme hasta el nombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-333993761517847545?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/333993761517847545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=333993761517847545' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/333993761517847545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/333993761517847545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiero-empezar-otra-vez-y-cambiarme.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SlbicIChwII/AAAAAAAAAbk/vIIMCU8VCjo/s72-c/P1010151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-8996858491234357469</id><published>2009-07-09T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:44:46.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valiente no es el que no tiene miedo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sino el que &lt;em&gt;tiene miedo pero lo &lt;strong&gt;enfrenta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-8996858491234357469?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8996858491234357469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=8996858491234357469' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8996858491234357469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8996858491234357469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/valiente-no-es-el-que-no-tiene-miedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7194242151479190978</id><published>2009-07-06T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:12:12.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Estoy perdiendo control, estoy sola en esto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7194242151479190978?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7194242151479190978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=7194242151479190978' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7194242151479190978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7194242151479190978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/07/estoy-perdiendo-control-estoy-sola-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-8358753623392575764</id><published>2009-06-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:15:19.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss you. Miss you so bad. I don't forget you. Oh it's so sad. I hope you can hear me . I remember it clearly. &lt;strong&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/strong&gt;. Was the day i found. It won't be the same. I didn't get around to kiss you. Goodbye on the hand. &lt;em&gt;I wish that I could see you again. &lt;strong&gt;I know that I can't&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I hope you can hear me&lt;/em&gt;. Cause I remember it clearly. I've had my wake up. Won't you wake up. I keep asking why. And I can't take it. It wasn't fake it. It happened you passed by. Now you're gone. There you go. Somewhere I can't bring you back. Somewhere you're not coming back. The day you slipped away. Was the day i found. It won't be the same. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te extraño Abue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-8358753623392575764?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8358753623392575764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=8358753623392575764' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8358753623392575764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8358753623392575764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5549086213969545151</id><published>2009-06-21T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:08:11.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estas cuando no estas, hasta en lo que no estoy pensando estas, porque si no estas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te invento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Estas en mi poesia descubriendo un pensamiento, eres mi profecia y mi momento. Estas entre mis libros, disfrazado de palabra, tras cualquier puerta que yo abra. Estas en lo intocable y en la sombra de la luna. Estas, y &lt;em&gt;porque estas tengo fortuna.&lt;/em&gt; Contradiciendo a la razon, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uno mas uno es uno, la solucion a esta ecuacion solo el amor la entiende&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Uno mas uno es uno, si la suma somos tu y yo. En la matematica de nuestro amor asi es que se suele sumar. Estas en cada esquina dibujandote en la bruma, estas en la vitrina y en la espuma. Estas en mi alegria y en la luz de un nuevo dia, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estas cuando una lagrima me opaca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Estas en el diploma que cuelga en la pared. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estas en mi persona y en mi ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Estas cuando estoy sola y no has venido del trabajo. Estas porque mi corazon te trajo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uno mas uno es uno, si la suma somos tu y yo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;En la matematica de nuestro amor asi es que se suele sumar ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5549086213969545151?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5549086213969545151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5549086213969545151' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5549086213969545151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5549086213969545151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/06/estas-cuando-no-estas-hasta-en-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5356916569786744553</id><published>2009-06-20T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:34:09.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tengo mil maneras diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de decirte lo que siento y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;siempre elijo la peor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;asi soy Yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5356916569786744553?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5356916569786744553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5356916569786744553' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5356916569786744553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5356916569786744553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/06/tengo-mil-maneras-diferentes-de-decirte.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1709942541286280480</id><published>2009-06-17T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:40:51.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SkAke7N2_TI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9uf-DhoCV9A/s1600-h/sdfsdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350316471026646322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SkAke7N2_TI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9uf-DhoCV9A/s400/sdfsdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo comenzó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mirándonos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mirándonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;mirándonos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1709942541286280480?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SkAke7N2_TI/AAAAAAAAAbM/9uf-DhoCV9A/s72-c/sdfsdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5093650936940392261</id><published>2009-06-16T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:01:26.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo regresaré por siempre junto a ti... es que me estoy enamorando, en ti vivo pensando,&lt;br /&gt;y perdido en mis labios tú sentías lo mismo que yo. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5093650936940392261?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5093650936940392261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5093650936940392261' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5093650936940392261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5093650936940392261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo-regresare-por-siempre-junto-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7841234288031884122</id><published>2009-06-06T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:24:48.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque me di cuenta que tuvo sentido haber recorrido lo que recorri, si al final de cuentas &lt;strong&gt;El era mi recompensa&lt;/strong&gt;, que suerte que nunca me fui ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7841234288031884122?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7841234288031884122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7436981494814135920</id><published>2009-05-31T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:42:10.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SiLWD73x-UI/AAAAAAAAAak/16a621nJN6Y/s1600-h/1226585745646_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342067471114434882" style="WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SiLWD73x-UI/AAAAAAAAAak/16a621nJN6Y/s400/1226585745646_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SiLVKEfOJJI/AAAAAAAAAac/2cq0hmx-1Gg/s1600-h/DSC01945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342066476994929810" style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SiLVKEfOJJI/AAAAAAAAAac/2cq0hmx-1Gg/s400/DSC01945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SiLU0hAwrKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FA9NSFVO5T8/s1600-h/2609_1079254991879_1541423688_204917_151163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342066106694675618" style="WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SiLU0hAwrKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FA9NSFVO5T8/s400/2609_1079254991879_1541423688_204917_151163_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MIS MEJORES AMIGAS; LAS ÚNICAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;las amo muchisimo, gracias por aguantarme jqkw y no fallarme nunca, las  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A M O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7436981494814135920?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7436981494814135920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=7436981494814135920' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7436981494814135920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7436981494814135920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/mis-mejores-amigas-las-unicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SiLWD73x-UI/AAAAAAAAAak/16a621nJN6Y/s72-c/1226585745646_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3007595555870952443</id><published>2009-05-30T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:41:48.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SiImYF3gPmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/RKK5AEE0rto/s1600-h/cad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341874303348522594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SiImYF3gPmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/RKK5AEE0rto/s400/cad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acá terrorista isa reportandose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; terrorista alma (gret).&lt;br /&gt;tu cad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cambio y fuerA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3007595555870952443?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3007595555870952443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3007595555870952443' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3704136791433857350</id><published>2009-05-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:36:33.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ñ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3704136791433857350?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3704136791433857350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3704136791433857350' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3704136791433857350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3704136791433857350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/s-o-n-e-s-e-r-l-p-r-i-n-c-e-s-d-e-m-i-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6894986196572244358</id><published>2009-05-25T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:51:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;La vida es curiosa, durante años uno se pregunta cual es el sentido de este baile, para que luchar, porque la vida es una eterna pelea. Si la vida es curiosa y vueltera, llena de vericuetos, de giros absurdos, inexplicables. La vida tiene esas casualidades tan sospechosas. Tanto que nos hacen pensar que todo tiene un para qué. Si, un sentido. La vida cambia todo el tiempo. No nos deja acostumbrarnos a un golpe que enseguida viene otro atrás. Y uno se sorprende siempre y así sigue preguntándose por el sentido de todo. Preguntándose el sentido de estar presente en el momento y el lugar equivocados. El sentido de ser buenos y malos. Habrá premios y castigos para unos y otros? Uno pasa por la vida haciéndose esas preguntas y muchas otras más pero en el fondo todo se resume en una sola: cual es el sentido de la vida? Qué irónico, recién ahora empiezo a entender el sentido de la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6894986196572244358?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6894986196572244358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6894986196572244358' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6894986196572244358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6894986196572244358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentido.html' title='Sentido-'/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4654158027359101659</id><published>2009-05-23T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:27:36.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No es tan fácil confiar. Cuando te fallan una y otra vez &lt;em&gt;¿por qué no te van a volver a fallar?&lt;/em&gt; Queremos confiar en los demás, siempre esperamos que nos digan la verdad. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;La decepción es una de las cosas que más nos lastiman &lt;em&gt;¿en quién podemos confiar?&lt;/em&gt; Nos preocupamos mucho por no fallarle a los demás, por no defraudar su confianza…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No defraudar y que &lt;em&gt;no nos defrauden&lt;/em&gt; los demás ¿es eso lo único que importa? De chico no querés fallar a los grandes; menos querés que los grandes te fallen. Uno no quiere fallar a la gente que ama ni que ellos te fallen ¿no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Uno no espera que sus seres más queridos le fallen, que un padre, un hermana, tu novio te falle… ¿&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cómo lo soportás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Pero el peor de los miedos no es que otros te fallen, el peor de los miedos es fallarse a si mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4654158027359101659?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4654158027359101659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4654158027359101659' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4654158027359101659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4654158027359101659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-es-tan-facil-confiar.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1346781381152421284</id><published>2009-05-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:00:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Estas lista para empezar un viaje hacia tu alma?&lt;br /&gt;Si te animás, si podés soñar vení con nosotros . Vamos juntos hasta el final.&lt;br /&gt;Basta solamente con saber mirar. Una canción nos describirá el camino.&lt;br /&gt;Te damos la mano para contar juntos nuestro mejor cuento.&lt;br /&gt;¿Estás lista para volar? ¿Estás lista para sentir? ¿Estás lista para vivir?&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, estás lista para amar...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vamos por más, la vida nos espera, la podemos alcanzar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vamos por más, solo acercate a tu ventana y mira tu amanecer, vas a querer volar y un ángel del mundo podrás ser ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;¿Estoy Lista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1346781381152421284?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1346781381152421284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1346781381152421284' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1346781381152421284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1346781381152421284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/estas-lista-para-empezar-un-viaje-hacia.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3321894846099646737</id><published>2009-05-12T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:04:31.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y cambiaste mi vida, mi ritmo, mi espacio. Mi tiempo, mi historia, mis sueños y todo. Y me agregaste &lt;em&gt;risas&lt;/em&gt;, dos dudas, un duende y un para fantasmas. Y &lt;strong&gt;este amor que te tengo .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3321894846099646737?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3321894846099646737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3321894846099646737' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3321894846099646737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3321894846099646737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-cambiaste-mi-vida-mi-ritmo-mi-espacio.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1743167166483477280</id><published>2009-05-12T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:03:14.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He visto noches de locura, y he visto noches que perduran. He dado &lt;strong&gt;amor por diversión&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;em&gt;he dado amor del corazón&lt;/em&gt;. He visto labios encendidos, y el desbordar de los sentidos. Pero nunca he visto alguien como tú que me sube hasta el cielo cuando me dice yo &lt;strong&gt;te quiero&lt;/strong&gt;, que me besa y yo siento que quiero cantarle al mundo entero. He dado todo lo que soy, y me han amado y &lt;strong&gt;me han herido. &lt;/strong&gt;He visto piel de luna llena, y he visto piel que te envenena. He visto un ángel muy de cerca, y el paraíso ante mi puerta, pero nunca he visto &lt;strong&gt;alguien&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;como tú.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1743167166483477280?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1743167166483477280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1743167166483477280' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1743167166483477280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1743167166483477280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-visto-noches-de-locura-y-he-visto.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6670116314407620872</id><published>2009-05-10T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:52:56.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entonces llego a la conlusion de que sin vos puedo. Pero esto me lo contesta mi cerebro, mi mente, mis pensamientos. Y mi corazón? No, él no dice lo mismo. Y ahi es cuando caigo en el famoso dicho que dice: "las cosas del corazón, se piensan con el corazón". Ahí es que odio todo; odio mi forma de pensar, odio lo complicada que soy, odio lo idiota e inocente que soy, odio lo masoquista que soy, y estas ganas de tenerte también las odio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6670116314407620872?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6670116314407620872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6670116314407620872' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6670116314407620872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6670116314407620872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/entonces-llego-la-conlusion-de-que-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-984684112493041931</id><published>2009-05-10T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:49:33.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Deberías &lt;em&gt;buscarlo&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt;mirarle a los ojos&lt;/em&gt; y &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;decirle que lo adoras&lt;/span&gt;...no se puede dejar pasar una oportunidad así..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-984684112493041931?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/984684112493041931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=984684112493041931' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/984684112493041931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/984684112493041931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/deberias-buscarlo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6207144138051291740</id><published>2009-05-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:29:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Me parezco a la palabra MELANCOLÍA y a esa DEVASTADORA SENSACIÓN que sobreviene cuando tomamos conciencia de que NUNCA podremos estar seguro de si es verdad lo que dicen sentir por uno .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6207144138051291740?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6207144138051291740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6207144138051291740' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6207144138051291740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6207144138051291740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-parezco-la-palabra-melancolia-y-esa.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-276957362656097099</id><published>2009-05-08T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:13:39.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SgUChnypKcI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Qz7P602ZVQo/s1600-h/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Empecé a sentir algo extraño, pero &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-276957362656097099?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/276957362656097099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=276957362656097099' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/276957362656097099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/276957362656097099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/empece-sentir-algo-extrano-pero-sincero.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-843871405940415287</id><published>2009-05-04T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:11:36.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~ Quien me manda a ser adicta de tus besos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-843871405940415287?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/843871405940415287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=843871405940415287' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/843871405940415287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/843871405940415287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/quien-me-manda-ser-adicta-de-tus-besos.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-8498185458799955081</id><published>2009-05-01T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:38:31.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfukAnk-3BI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yEtmwQCCBoM/s1600-h/DSC01956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331034914454166546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfukAnk-3BI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yEtmwQCCBoM/s400/DSC01956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Sfuja53-y2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/xN_QTtnylcA/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;"Alguien dijo alguna vez: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;si deseas algo con mucha fuerza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;déjalo en libertad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Si vuelve a tí, será tuyo para siempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Si no regresa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;no te pertenecía desde el principio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-8498185458799955081?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8498185458799955081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=8498185458799955081' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8498185458799955081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8498185458799955081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/alguien-dijo-alguna-vez-si-deseas-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfukAnk-3BI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yEtmwQCCBoM/s72-c/DSC01956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3890228796204937772</id><published>2009-05-01T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:03:38.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SftDLCbHINI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hZ3vu-pGKdo/s1600-h/DSC01943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330928440831320274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SftDLCbHINI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hZ3vu-pGKdo/s400/DSC01943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y lo demás ya no me importa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solo quiero verte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3890228796204937772?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3890228796204937772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3890228796204937772' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3890228796204937772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3890228796204937772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-lo-demas-ya-no-me-importa-solo-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SftDLCbHINI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hZ3vu-pGKdo/s72-c/DSC01943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-8872692648923402132</id><published>2009-04-29T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:32:51.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~ Apareciste &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sin que te buscara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-8872692648923402132?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8872692648923402132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=8872692648923402132' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8872692648923402132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8872692648923402132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/apareciste-sin-que-te-buscara.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-2890048584571482380</id><published>2009-04-28T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:56:30.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfeXl6uFH_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/8q8C6ZvVSzM/s1600-h/le+gane+a+bassito..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329895361689755634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfeXl6uFH_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/8q8C6ZvVSzM/s400/le+gane+a+bassito..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASSITO CREO QE TE GANE. SI, OTRA VEZ. CHAU T AMO MEJOR AMIGO.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-2890048584571482380?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2890048584571482380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=2890048584571482380' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/2890048584571482380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/2890048584571482380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/bassito-creo-qe-te-gane.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfeXl6uFH_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/8q8C6ZvVSzM/s72-c/le+gane+a+bassito..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3796701808514890313</id><published>2009-04-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:59:21.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>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. ¿Quién fui todo este tiempo? No sé... ¿Quién soy o seré? ¿Habré cumplido un sueño? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Intentando la felicidad a prueba y error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; La vida es un momento y lo demás francamente &lt;em&gt;no importa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3796701808514890313?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3796701808514890313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3796701808514890313' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3796701808514890313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3796701808514890313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/dia-dia-aprendiendo-ser-miro-hacia.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6521004157208454324</id><published>2009-04-27T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:59:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He dado demasiado, lo que he podido dar. Si las aguas se enfurecen, tu veras miedo a nadar. Con temor de acercarte, puede ser anticipado. Puede ser tan demasiado, para que puedas analizarte. &lt;em&gt;Quiero saber si puedo estar en tu mundo&lt;/em&gt;, y quiero saber si lo que sientes es profundo. Yo quiero que tu me digas, necesito que me lo digas. Yo quiero que tu me digas, mi amor seguira creciendo mas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6521004157208454324?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6521004157208454324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6521004157208454324' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6521004157208454324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6521004157208454324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-dado-demasiado-lo-que-he-podido-dar.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1143590592222487174</id><published>2009-04-27T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:55:02.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dicen que si duele el amor es bueno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;que hay un alma para cada quien-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dicen que somos vidas paralelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que cada uno es como es,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que haga más lugar para mis proyectos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que si te doy todo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me quedo yo sin nada-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1143590592222487174?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1143590592222487174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1143590592222487174' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1143590592222487174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1143590592222487174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/dicen-que-si-duele-el-amor-es-bueno-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4420239800493458608</id><published>2009-04-26T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:59:30.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O pase una etapa, o me acostumbre a la idea de que no estes. Pero pasan los dias, y esto se pone más bueno (&lt;strong&gt;Si, conoci a otra persona&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4420239800493458608?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4420239800493458608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4420239800493458608' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4420239800493458608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4420239800493458608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-pase-una-etapa-o-me-acostumbre-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-2483510466641914018</id><published>2009-04-24T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:57:00.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328472549091052946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfKJjUv-DZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1HSeTZGmK-w/s400/3194_1140152909114_1386152702_1388081_4864922_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Perdí por perderte: pocas veces he triunfado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gane por ganar el odio que me habías tomado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Llore por llorar y siempre me arrepiento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mire por mirar: vi que nada tenes dentro ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rompí tus cartas y tus falsos sentimientos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borre un recuerdo traducido en lamentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canjee tu ira por felicidad en mi vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdí tu risa pero hoy gane la mia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humildemente ahora se &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como tratarte si nada hiciste bien .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-2483510466641914018?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2483510466641914018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=2483510466641914018' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/2483510466641914018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/2483510466641914018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/perdi-por-perderte-pocas-veces-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfKJjUv-DZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1HSeTZGmK-w/s72-c/3194_1140152909114_1386152702_1388081_4864922_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7892352068516220168</id><published>2009-04-24T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:45:39.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cuesta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darse cuenta de que alguna vez...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hubo un nosotros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7892352068516220168?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7892352068516220168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=7892352068516220168' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7892352068516220168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7892352068516220168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuesta.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1649441841310945196</id><published>2009-04-24T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:36:26.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Y ahora que solo queda lo que duele, Vivo fuertes noches que no me hacen bien, Sobre todo cuando vuelves ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1649441841310945196?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1649441841310945196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1649441841310945196' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1649441841310945196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1649441841310945196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-ahora-que-solo-queda-lo-que-duele.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-2047011462366239965</id><published>2009-04-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:45:18.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Puedo adivinar lo que te pasa, no es momento de ponernos a pensar cual es la causa. Tomate un tiempo, tomate un fernet, me dijo alguien qe no se quien es, tomate el dia, tomalo con calma, dejalo ser. Y en estas noches qe me voy sola a la cama, aunque te extraño, no enloquezco, no es un drama.. Los dos sabemos qe tal vez sea mejor de esta manera .. ceder a todo no es una virtud, tengo mi vida igual que vos, tengo mis obseciones, mi manera de ver el amor. tengo esta tristeza, tengo esta alegria, tengo la esperanza de saber qe algun dia, al leer nuestra historia, veremos que no estubo tan mal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;no quisiera que vuelvas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-2047011462366239965?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2047011462366239965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=2047011462366239965' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/2047011462366239965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/2047011462366239965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/puedo-adivinar-lo-qe-te-pasa-no-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1819556086907109823</id><published>2009-04-24T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:35:52.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfJonuS7VHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WcV6xIy9q3w/s1600-h/dfgfdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328436340784321650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfJonuS7VHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WcV6xIy9q3w/s400/dfgfdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a quien le importa cuanto debi sufrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a quien le importa un carajo si fui triste o fui feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a quien le importa el otro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a quien le importas tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;si en este puto mundo todos cargan con su cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a quien le importa un bledo si quieres compartir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nadie aqui comparte, solo te quieres partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ya no creo en nadie, ya no creo en ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya no creo en nada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni siquiera creo en mi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1819556086907109823?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1819556086907109823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1819556086907109823' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1819556086907109823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1819556086907109823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/quien-le-importa-cuanto-debi-sufrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfJonuS7VHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/WcV6xIy9q3w/s72-c/dfgfdg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4829408547972289172</id><published>2009-04-23T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:01:38.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEcTOQb-BI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ep7SIXQVPNc/s1600-h/bassitooooooooo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328070950726137874" style="WIDTH: 492px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEcTOQb-BI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ep7SIXQVPNc/s400/bassitooooooooo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;puto&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;JAJA&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;como ace&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;spara saltar&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;aprento&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;apreto&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;la x&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;nopuedo&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;me sale&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;el&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;ajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;a bueno&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;jodete&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;JAJA&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;mentira&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;salta solo&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;cuando apreto el coso que elijo&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;ap&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;ajajaja forro&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;JAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;DEJA DE COPIARME&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;me cai&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;te gane&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;me comio&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;te cogi&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;hasta&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;el orto&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;te&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;gane&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;CREO&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;me cogiste la cachucha&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;GANE&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;COMO SIEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;QE CAPA&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;QE SOI&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;POR DIOS&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;JAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;yo con vos no voy a jugar mas a nada&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;porqe gano siemjpre no?&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;JAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;claro&lt;br /&gt;[b]C[/b]aadi ; {cogiendome a bassito, en un juego obvio}·$0 dice:&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;te la di putaa&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;te gane&lt;br /&gt;[b] ~ [c=14]S[/c]eba Arch Enemy 02/05 - Amon Amarth 05/05 [c=14][/c][/b] dice:&lt;br /&gt;creo :_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIOS MIO, HERMOSO DE MI VIDA, MEJOR AMIGO. BASSITO CHASSITO AMOR DE MI VIDA. BOLUDITO TIERNITO ,aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi MEDIA NARANJA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te amooooooooooooooooooooooooo no puede ser que seas tan yo boludo jajajajaja, te amo mejor amiguito(L) ya vamos a tener una foto juntos de nosotros dos que no haya un colado ajJAJAJAJ, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te amo bassitoooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4829408547972289172?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4829408547972289172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4829408547972289172' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4829408547972289172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4829408547972289172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/bcbaadi-cogiendome-bassito-en-un-juego.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEcTOQb-BI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ep7SIXQVPNc/s72-c/bassitooooooooo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-7438058318848496995</id><published>2009-04-23T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:35:59.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEXZ5nNlgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cUvq6cjsa4E/s1600-h/PHTO0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328065567885465090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEXZ5nNlgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cUvq6cjsa4E/s400/PHTO0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te odio, te amo, me lastimás, te lastimo, te quise, te quiero, te olvido. Me dejás, te dejo, me buscas, pedís perdón, te agradezco, me arrepiento, te arrepentís,me olvidás, perdonás, te vas, vuelvo, me voy, volvemos, pensás, siento, elijo pensar, te enojás, me mentís, te miento, me enojo, te perdono, no entiendo, vos tampoco. Te pido perdón, busco una solución, no la encuentro, buscás vos, tampoco la encontrás, decimos basta, pero &lt;em&gt;empieza de nuevo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-7438058318848496995?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7438058318848496995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=7438058318848496995' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7438058318848496995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/7438058318848496995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-odio-te-amo-me-lastimas-te-lastimo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEXZ5nNlgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cUvq6cjsa4E/s72-c/PHTO0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5320446494646187419</id><published>2009-04-23T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:09:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo intento. Si lo intento. No nombrarte, no pensarte. Pero del derecho o el reves, lo hago. Me distraigo por "periodos". si: periodos, Periodos de no mas de 5 minutos. Pasa el tiempo y automaticamente se me viene la imagen de tus ojos: marrones, comunes, TUYOS.Los qe extraño tanto (..) Aunqe aparezcas cuando menos lo espero, me gusta (alias: masoquismo). al igual qe vos,tengo la idea de qe en un tiempo no muy lejano vamos a estar juntos .. volver a estar juntos ..&lt;br /&gt;DIJE QE ERA MASOQUISTA-&lt;br /&gt;Si, te dije. La qe tiene la palabra no precisa. La del boludo, te lo dije. Te dije qe no qeria "caer de nuevo" te lo dije. Te dije qe qeria, qe no qeria. sisi, te lo dije!te dije qe qeria algo nuevo, te dije qe ODIO las mentiras. Eso tmb te lo dije Te dije que me hago mucho la cabeza por tonteras. QE SOY ARREBATADA (ok, si, esta bien, eso me falto). me lo dijiste. si, me lo dijiste. Lo aceptaste. GRACIAS por tu momento de sinceridad. Gracias. Pero de un momento a otro, debo aceptar qe me dolio y qe soy menos fuerte qe un fideo. Y se qe no estoy sola gracias a vos :) A pesar de todo, la sigo.. Hoy no se si pierdo, no se si gano, no se qe hago, simplemente esta vez me dejo llevar un poco mas por la "especulizacion". SI: te imagino dentro de un tiempo no muy lejano conmigo y bien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5320446494646187419?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5320446494646187419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5320446494646187419' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5320446494646187419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5320446494646187419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/lo-intento.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3278045615329170404</id><published>2009-04-23T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:50:00.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEMZPETS1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/r8JxaLfm4ik/s1600-h/yodechiquita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328053461836843858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEMZPETS1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/r8JxaLfm4ik/s400/yodechiquita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                                          &lt;em&gt;La culpa siempre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fue mia por &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soñar estando&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;despierta..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3278045615329170404?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3278045615329170404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3278045615329170404' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3278045615329170404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3278045615329170404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-culpa-siempre-fue-mia-por-sonar.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEMZPETS1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/r8JxaLfm4ik/s72-c/yodechiquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6698064327208788539</id><published>2009-04-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:47:26.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hace días que tengo un agujero en el pecho… es la nostalgia de ver que las cosas siempre vuelven a su lugar, que al fin y al cabo recuperan su forma. Es la incertidumbre de saber que será de tu vida, cuantas habrán frecuentado tu existencia después de mi, a cuántas le dijiste te quiero, cuantas veces más temblaste con un beso. &lt;em&gt;Es la angustia de reconocer que pude haberte tenido&lt;/em&gt;, si al menos no fuese tan determinante... igual queda clavada la duda. Es el orgullo resquebrajado de saber que estás de la mano con otra persona cuando &lt;em&gt;tendría que estar yo en su lugar&lt;/em&gt;. Es el recuerdo del último adiós la vez que más nos reímos, la unión inconclusa y la noche de tus ojos. Es la mirada más verde mientras me decías ese ‘no se que fue lo paso’ que desestructuro mi sistema. Es la bronca de extrañarte aún cuando no hayas sido tanto, aun cuando no deba.. es el inconsciente, que me traiciona otra vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6698064327208788539?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6698064327208788539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6698064327208788539' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6698064327208788539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6698064327208788539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/hace-dias-que-tengo-un-agujero-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-5703855089059679882</id><published>2009-04-23T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:38:30.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEJz-0duaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Hw0OLVk93E8/s1600-h/conpablito.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328050622797035938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEJz-0duaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Hw0OLVk93E8/s320/conpablito.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;~                                                      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; en tus ojos me mantiene &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;obsesionada&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-5703855089059679882?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5703855089059679882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=5703855089059679882' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5703855089059679882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/5703855089059679882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/algo-en-tus-ojos-me-mantiene.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEJz-0duaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Hw0OLVk93E8/s72-c/conpablito.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-6559467436505092649</id><published>2009-04-23T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:56:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEJBBeWMeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/casPkn65RR4/s1600-h/2345_1100976649732_1386152702_1317278_6424_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328049747336245730" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 313px; height: 168px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEJBBeWMeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/casPkn65RR4/s320/2345_1100976649732_1386152702_1317278_6424_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuántas veces he necesitado abrazarte en estos dias&lt;/strong&gt;, cuántas palabras no pronunciadas me queman en la boca y se agolpan en mis lágrimas. No conozco consuelo, ni encuentro el sosiego y la calma que he buscado. &lt;em&gt;Nada hay nada ya que me sostenga en pie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-6559467436505092649?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6559467436505092649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=6559467436505092649' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6559467436505092649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/6559467436505092649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuantas-veces-he-necesitado-abrazarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEJBBeWMeI/AAAAAAAAAYE/casPkn65RR4/s72-c/2345_1100976649732_1386152702_1317278_6424_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-8272865015488308593</id><published>2009-04-23T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:29:00.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEHt_2pZRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nGeIyZ2AGjY/s1600-h/n1386152702_1317273_5334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328048320972154130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEHt_2pZRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nGeIyZ2AGjY/s400/n1386152702_1317273_5334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el que no arriesga no gana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el que arriesga puede morir por &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-8272865015488308593?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8272865015488308593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=8272865015488308593' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8272865015488308593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/8272865015488308593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-que-no-arriesga-no-gana.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEHt_2pZRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nGeIyZ2AGjY/s72-c/n1386152702_1317273_5334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1639042487849851095</id><published>2009-04-23T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:24:11.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEGfcedHuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zQ1rGT6RUug/s1600-h/2609_1079254991879_1541423688_204917_151163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328046971445649122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEGfcedHuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zQ1rGT6RUug/s400/2609_1079254991879_1541423688_204917_151163_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;sta es una advertencia, te estoy advirtiendo. Estas tardando demasiado... estoy tratando de jugar relajada y estar tranquila pero nene, estas jugando &lt;strong&gt;mal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1639042487849851095?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1639042487849851095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1639042487849851095' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1639042487849851095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1639042487849851095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-sta-es-una-advertencia-te-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/SfEGfcedHuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zQ1rGT6RUug/s72-c/2609_1079254991879_1541423688_204917_151163_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-4168273852973107143</id><published>2009-04-19T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:33:26.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Seu0wIgoB1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/7axv7UANRJo/s1600-h/Untitled+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326549723306788690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Seu0wIgoB1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/7axv7UANRJo/s400/Untitled+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando tu estas conmigo, es cuando yo digo que valió la pena todo,todo lo que yo he sufrido. No se si es un sueño aún o es una realidad pero cuando estoy contigo es cuando digo: que este amor que siento es porque tu lo has merecido, con decirte amor que otra vez he amanecido llorando de felicidad; a tu lado yo siento que estoy viviendo. &lt;strong&gt;Nada es como ayer. &lt;/strong&gt;Abrázame muy fuerte amor, mantenme así a tu lado, yo quiero agradecerte amor todo lo que me has dado, quiero corresponderte de una forma u otra a diario; amor yo nunca del dolor he sido partidario, pero a mi me toco sufrir cuando &lt;strong&gt;confié y creí&lt;/strong&gt; en alguien que juró que daba su vida por mi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-4168273852973107143?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4168273852973107143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=4168273852973107143' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4168273852973107143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/4168273852973107143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuando-tu-estas-conmigo-es-cuando-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqEx9bRDxj8/Seu0wIgoB1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/7axv7UANRJo/s72-c/Untitled+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-1090012410048943462</id><published>2009-03-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:36:18.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Serás esta vez, la canción más triste que escribí. Serás otra vez, la razón más fuerte para mí. No descansaré hasta ver, que vuelvas a reir. Y cuando los satélites encuentren tu bitácora, es posible que no estés tan lejos de aquí. Serás para mí la presencia en la soledad y serás otra vez mi deseo más profundo.  Y hoy ya dormí no tengo sueño, quiero quedarme con vos. Si es marzo y sigue invierno, acá en mi corazón. Estoy tan bien o estoy tan mal sin vos. Serás otra vez, la canción más triste que escribí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-1090012410048943462?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1090012410048943462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=1090012410048943462' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1090012410048943462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/1090012410048943462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/seras-esta-vez-la-cancion-mas-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3444360552742666795</id><published>2009-02-24T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:59:40.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy aprendo a descubrirme, a saber quién soy. Siempre seré absurda, siempre contradictoria: la hija divertida pero problemática de mis viejos, la hermana canchera, la novia obsesiva, la paqueta superficial, la amiga incondicional, la amante traidora, la virgen santísima, la puta reventada, la flaca anoréxica, la gorda obesa. Juego con mis papeles. Veo películas incansablemente. Juego a sentirme alegre, a tener dolor de panza de tanto reírme, a sentirme diva, gorda, triste, miserable, usada, enérgica. A sentirme útil escribiendo, a sentirme inútil cuando me releo, a reírme cuando me decís que te gusta que llore, a maldecirme porque sé que estás enfermo, a odiarme porque me encanta que lo estés. A amarte cuando no te soporto, a odiarte cuando te pareces a mí, a amarme cuando me parezco a vos, a que me cueste respirar cuando te escucho. Me voy. A eso: a sentir. ¿Quién soy? soy yo. ¿Cómo soy? Soy tantas cosas-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3444360552742666795?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3444360552742666795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3444360552742666795' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3444360552742666795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3444360552742666795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoy-aprendo-descubrirme-saber-quien-soy.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855525052725726962.post-3409979977849976183</id><published>2009-02-23T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:01:32.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sin rumbo. Voy transitando la vida buscando llegar a no se donde. No se a donde voy. En realidad, nadie sabe. Todos se hacen estas preguntas retóricamente: de dónde vengo - a dónde voy. Sinceramente me importa muy poco de dónde vengo.&lt;br /&gt;Las personas saben que tienen un camino que recorrer; por eso, se proveen de utilería necesaria para afrontar ese viaje. La principal arma son las personas que te van a acompañar en ese trayecto. Generalmente se dice que la familia es la que siempre esta y brinda apoyo. Eso es verdad, no lo niego. A pesar de que a veces me agarran ataques de histeria por episodios que se repiten cada tanto por no dejarme salir.&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo que problema hay con las salidas. Si es por la seguridad, inseguridad hay en todos lados, es igual. No se porque otra razón puede ser, por tener la remota idea de que si me quedo en casa voy a estudiar?&lt;br /&gt;JAja no se , y poco me importa.&lt;br /&gt;Otra persona que también te acompaña en el trayecto es tu pareja. Dios QUÉ PAREJA. No se si llamarlo pareja, porque en fin , la palabra pareja es ser parejos, quererse por igual caminar la vida juntos con un objetivo en común.&lt;br /&gt;Me parece que nuestra relación fue un poco DISpareja, no te parece?&lt;br /&gt;Como una tarada sigo tus huellas buscando rastros de la persona que me enamoro, tratando de encontrar hoy lo que fuiste ayer. Búsqueda en vano.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me diste ayer a mi, se lo das a otra hoy, y a una diferente mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Por ultimo y no menos importante compañía son los amigos de uno. Supuestamente &lt;em&gt;los amigos son personas que te escuchan, que te aconsejan, que te quieren como sos, y sobre todo , te entienden.&lt;/em&gt; Seguramente me olvido algún “requisito” pero estos son los principales. Con muchísimas personas me decepcioné, hasta lo mas recóndito de mi mente, de no poder creer tal o cual manera de comportarse. A estas alturas ya no me sorprendo, soy inmune a toda clase de gente.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas veces me cagaron, que todo me da igual. Sos mi amiga, perfecto. Sino, también. Pero con una excepción, &lt;strong&gt;no me jodas&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;[ No joder implica no hablar (mal) de mi . ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco todo es negro, conocí muy buenas personas con las que puedo contar, se que van a estar &lt;strong&gt;siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que dejar atrás lo malo, vivir por lo que me hace bien, que me llena.&lt;br /&gt;Con lo que me hace bien, me alcanza y me sobra, para llegar a destino. Nos vemos allá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vos te digo, lo que me hiciste o haces, de alguna manera va a volver;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7855525052725726962-3409979977849976183?l=maybe-thistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3409979977849976183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7855525052725726962&amp;postID=3409979977849976183' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3409979977849976183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7855525052725726962/posts/default/3409979977849976183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maybe-thistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/sin-rumbo.html' title=''/><author><name>Gisela belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16431472500053742328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
