tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71091306707112860312011-07-08T05:27:49.593-07:00Mikyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02393743403015126177noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109130670711286031.post-77370322018640160992009-11-03T15:21:00.000-08:002009-11-07T06:56:07.775-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvDCht_5g_I/AAAAAAAAADc/jiA6Y0M6TAA/s1600-h/DSC_7638+-+copia.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvDCht_5g_I/AAAAAAAAADc/jiA6Y0M6TAA/s400/DSC_7638+-+copia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400029837756302322" border="0" /></a><br />Una amiga, un amor, una noche de pasión... quién sabe lo que te espera. No sabes que tarde de Agosto cambiará tu vida.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSTFQUvRhI/AAAAAAAAADs/AbX7kq4SlxU/s1600-h/DSC_7642+%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSTFQUvRhI/AAAAAAAAADs/AbX7kq4SlxU/s400/DSC_7642+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401103571614647826" border="0" /></a><br />—¿Tienes miedo?<br />—Tengo miedo a perderte, a no estar contigo.<br />—Eso jamás ocurrirá.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSXI6BGEgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/moW2Noo0iuE/s1600-h/DSC_7708+-+copia.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSXI6BGEgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/moW2Noo0iuE/s400/DSC_7708+-+copia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401108032392663554" border="0" /></a><br />—¿Puedo besarte?<br />—No creo que sepa hacerlo.<br />—Eso es imposible.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvDCh4BlrkI/AAAAAAAAADk/uMh5b3KPubE/s1600-h/DSC_7705+-+copia.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvDCh4BlrkI/AAAAAAAAADk/uMh5b3KPubE/s400/DSC_7705+-+copia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400029840447745602" border="0" /></a><br />DONT YOU WORRY ABOUT THE DISTANCE<br />IM RIGHT THERE IF YOU GET LONELY<br />GIVE THIS SONG ANOTHER LISTEN<br />CLOSE YOUR EYES<br />LISTEN TO MY VOICE ITS MY DISGUISE<br />IM BY YOUR SIDE<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSTFpPrwmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qD2JkTP7gwo/s1600-h/DSC_7681+-+copia.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSTFpPrwmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qD2JkTP7gwo/s400/DSC_7681+-+copia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401103578304332386" border="0" /></a>- ¿Cambiar el destino?, ¿tú crees eso?<br />- Sí, claro que sí. Te aseguro que los próximos 50 años las personas seguirán muriéndose, seguirá lloviendo después de haber lavado el coche y los Rolling seguirán haciendo giras. Todo esta fuera de control. Lo único que podemos controlar son las propias decisiones.<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />-Oye oye.. escucha.<br />-¿qué?<br />-Dame un beso.<br />-¿Ahora?<br />-Sí, ¿Por qué no? Luego iremos a casa ¿verdad?<br />-Sí<br />-Y como es lógico, habrá cierta tensión porque es la primera vez y yo no sabré como seguir... Asi que ahora nos besamos, acabamos con eso y luego nos vamos a cenar.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSYhS8n-zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-tUkR7s9oNA/s1600-h/DSC_7767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSYhS8n-zI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-tUkR7s9oNA/s400/DSC_7767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401109550913289010" border="0" /></a><br />El pasado no importa, lo que importa es el presente, sólo eso.<br /><br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br /><br />-Sabes...Tu me gustas. Sí me gustas de verdad.<br />-Entonces ¿me quieres? ¿sientes algo por mi?<br />-Bueno... yo...<br />-Pues...Sí.<br />-Y hace muy poco que nos conocemos.<br />-No se...creo que...seguramente... Sí, sí. Y tu ¿me quieres?<br />-Pues querer es una palabra...insuficiente para... yo te adoro ...te aa-doo-rooo, ¿comprendes? es una palabra más redonda.<br />Claro que te quiero ¿no me crees?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSXInz0FCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M6YmgHvfp48/s1600-h/DSC_7691+-+copia.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvSXInz0FCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M6YmgHvfp48/s400/DSC_7691+-+copia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401108027505120290" border="0" /></a><br />Nuestro amor es como el viento, no puedo verlo, pero si sentirlo<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvDBQSkaBnI/AAAAAAAAADU/fxrAVDUp_LU/s1600-h/DSC_7585+-+copia.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SvDBQSkaBnI/AAAAAAAAADU/fxrAVDUp_LU/s400/DSC_7585+-+copia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400028438823831154" border="0" /></a><br />TIMES SQUARE CANT SHINE AS BRIGHT AS YOU<br />I SWEAR ITS TRUE<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">OH ITS WHAT YOU DO TO ME</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7109130670711286031-7737032201864016099?l=in-abbey-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mikyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02393743403015126177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109130670711286031.post-89012830013574866862009-10-13T08:53:00.000-07:002009-10-13T09:05:08.668-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/StSk4jvo21I/AAAAAAAAADE/lmb30NBwiLI/s1600-h/DSCF0845.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/StSk4jvo21I/AAAAAAAAADE/lmb30NBwiLI/s400/DSCF0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392115945444006738" border="0" /></a><br />En la ciudad donde nací<br />vivía un hombre que navegaba los mares<br />y nos contó su vida en el país de los submarinos<br />así que zarpamos hacia el sol<br />hasta encontrar el verde mar<br />y vivimos bajo las olas en nuestro submarino amarillo<br />Y todos nuestros amigos están a bordo<br />muchos más viven al lado<br />y la banda empieza a tocar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7109130670711286031-8901283001357486686?l=in-abbey-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mikyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02393743403015126177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109130670711286031.post-73184842512880636162009-09-22T16:13:00.000-07:002009-09-23T11:08:35.020-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/Srlc_h_B7HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DT-1I-1ohwo/s1600-h/londres+2009+237.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/Srlc_h_B7HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DT-1I-1ohwo/s320/londres+2009+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384437076022389874" border="0" /></a><br />Se preocupan porque los niños juegan con armas o ven vídeos violentos o si les domina una especie de cultura de la violencia. Y les da igual que los niños escuchen miles de canciones sobre el sufrimiento, rechazo, perdida, miseria y dolor.<br />¿Escuchaba música pop porque estaba deprimido? o ¿ estaba deprimido porque escuchaba música pop?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpRZbXBYBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CcROIhmFkK8/s1600-h/londres+2009+109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpRZbXBYBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CcROIhmFkK8/s400/londres+2009+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384705801757745170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpQXNo8ieI/AAAAAAAAABI/uezwvmIGnKc/s1600-h/londres+2009+155.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpQXNo8ieI/AAAAAAAAABI/uezwvmIGnKc/s400/londres+2009+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384704664203463138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpUEQ8uG-I/AAAAAAAAABY/mKktwrwo954/s1600-h/londres+2009+396.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpUEQ8uG-I/AAAAAAAAABY/mKktwrwo954/s400/londres+2009+396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384708736720706530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpjSmqkQbI/AAAAAAAAABo/usoWK1z43ZI/s1600-h/DSC04125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpjSmqkQbI/AAAAAAAAABo/usoWK1z43ZI/s400/DSC04125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384725475742728626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpjwQKCpgI/AAAAAAAAABw/8o3I5mEyPs4/s1600-h/SNC00208.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpjwQKCpgI/AAAAAAAAABw/8o3I5mEyPs4/s400/SNC00208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384725985096803842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpWRuUn9QI/AAAAAAAAABg/SWhf6Rozm8E/s1600-h/londres+2009+194.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-QXMpl1Z8c/SrpWRuUn9QI/AAAAAAAAABg/SWhf6Rozm8E/s400/londres+2009+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384711166967149826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><img src="file:///C:/Users/Miguel/Desktop/Mis%20Documentos/Fotos/Londres/DSC04125.JPG" alt="" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7109130670711286031-7318484251288063616?l=in-abbey-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mikyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02393743403015126177noreply@blogger.com1