tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14277173981936163152011-07-16T01:02:22.745-07:00mI RiSa, Mi LlAnTo... Mi VoZ.Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-17196599997640947482009-08-07T12:05:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:22:30.126-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Snx-wnsdU8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OqWw5iSZo0U/s1600-h/gse_multipart61579.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367304229673063362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Snx-wnsdU8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OqWw5iSZo0U/s320/gse_multipart61579.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>Pasado, me hablas de un cielo gastado... pasado, no hay donde ponerle el ataúd... pasado, lo que viene ya ha pasado pasado, pasado está muerto lazaro... pasado, la mirada del pescado... pasado, las flores en un baúl.... pasado, es el parto retrasado... pasado, los aplausos de micro. Pasando el más viejo de los valientes, mirenlo se le están cayendo los dientes. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>La guitarra del brazo </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>las mañanas de ojera</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>una nube en el vaso </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>besos para morir </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>Una hora de atraso </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>me avisan por si acaso el perla sin trabajo</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>ven si kieres venir....</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>Cometa de la suela, calle de los atajos, viaje a la luna llena, como seso venir, santo a garabatos, hecho entre kamotazos, me voy en otro rato LA CHANXA VA A PARIR</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>Venga la vida con sus arterias llena de parxes para seguir, la flor brotando de la vereda</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>el paso a paso para partir</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>Venga la vida con sus arterias llena de parxes para seguir, la flor brotando de la vereda</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>el paso a paso oiiiiiii</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>La princesa del sapo, las manos de mi abuela, lágrimas de payaso</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>caer para subir, la patria mis zapatos, la risa una bandera</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>ponganme la tetera y un ramo en la nariz</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>al son de los balazos del atraso otra vela, xaparrón de gargajos</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>moskas para el festín, un desfile de kaskos</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>kae la enredadera, traigánme una eskalera para irme a </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>dormir</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>Venga la vida con sus arterias........ </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong>oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-1719659999764094748?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-68390080781205746022009-02-04T07:19:00.001-08:002009-02-11T11:15:24.978-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SZMjxkeLwYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AF01U0DJyoI/s1600-h/Rockers_0363.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SZMjxkeLwYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AF01U0DJyoI/s320/Rockers_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301620520856043906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">The End of our Family line!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-6839008078120574602?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-52753323992402237552009-02-03T17:26:00.000-08:002009-02-04T07:19:20.587-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SYmx0fbMOFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2tMCHNILe8g/s1600-h/so+mucff.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SYmx0fbMOFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2tMCHNILe8g/s320/so+mucff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298961951924959314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Pibe sabes ke sos el nene ke roba mis sueños... nekro kon vos ala eternidad!!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-5275332399240223755?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-74548270828409626642009-02-03T15:32:00.000-08:002009-02-03T15:49:31.501-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SYjX7lNrSnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/czqzWz-n4Jk/s1600-h/n1263653810_30270280_3340.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SYjX7lNrSnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/czqzWz-n4Jk/s320/n1263653810_30270280_3340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298722380203117170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">I'll drown my beliefs</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> To have you be in peace</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> I'll dress like your niece</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> And wash your swollen feet</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Just don't leave</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Don't leave</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> And true love waits</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> In haunted attics</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> And true love lives</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> On lollipops and crisps</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Just don't leave</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Don't leave</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> I'm not living</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> I'm just killing time </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Your tiny hands</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Your crazy kitten smile</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Just don't leave</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Don't leave</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Just don't leave</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"> Don't leave<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Mere kerida te amo muxo, feliz kumple.. Ese dia mortallll!!!<br />heavy too bkn... con los kri kris del alma al infinito y mas alla... de tu corazon y el espiritu es mas fuerte""""""<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-7454827082840962664?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-13959392464600780442008-11-15T18:39:00.000-08:002009-08-07T11:47:11.002-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SYmyXLCBJiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fnBQHXNS_qE/s1600-h/n1153039944_203171_917.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SR-IeA8bNKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AaM-z8Hit0Q/s1600-h/n1173392185_189660_9353.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-1395939246460078044?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-46364330167249634842008-11-15T18:15:00.000-08:002008-11-15T18:18:07.771-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SR-CvVDQWmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ytHynjq51KI/s1600-h/n1173392185_189647_8351.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/SR-CvVDQWmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ytHynjq51KI/s320/n1173392185_189647_8351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269073838663031394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">Dosh colorinxes años!!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">te amo vakita, care foka, peskaito loko....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-4636433016724963484?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-83337911007628564842008-03-26T10:12:00.000-07:002008-11-15T19:33:37.725-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R-qHuNbvY1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Z9WOpDwB9nA/s1600-h/radio.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182103549192921938" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R-qHuNbvY1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Z9WOpDwB9nA/s320/radio.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong><br /></strong></span><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>La noche no me calma, daría creo enloquecer</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>porque te necesito ahora mismo</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>y tu estás tan lejos de mi otra vez</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>como no pude evitar a mi maldita necedad</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>de exigir para recibir todo lo que yo ansio<br /><br />de vos<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>don´t you ever leave baby!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>don´t you ever leave now!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>don´t you ever leave baby!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>If you'll leave me you will kill me now!!<br /><br />oh no!<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>La luz se empieza a bajar<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>sobre avenida callao</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>y mis lágrimas caen sobre mi rostro triste otra vez</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>pero lo supe pasar, perdiéndose en la oscuridad</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>y yo buscaré porque aún no tengo un lugar donde ir<br /></strong></span><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>don´t you ever leave baby!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>don´t you ever leave now!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>don´t you ever leave baby!</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>If you'll leave me you will kill me now!!</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>::::::::::<br /><br /><br /></strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Me enkantó este tema i x siaka no va pa nadie!!!!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-8333791100762856484?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-69140781098750203932008-03-26T10:03:00.000-07:002008-03-26T10:11:33.281-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R-qDUNbvY0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qqv1vlYcdxw/s1600-h/topicphoto.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098704469812034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R-qDUNbvY0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qqv1vlYcdxw/s320/topicphoto.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><br /></strong></span><div><a href="http://goear.com/listen.php?v=867426a"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>http://goear.com/listen.php?v=867426a</strong></span></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-6914078109875020393?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-54327586585315481172008-03-25T07:45:00.000-07:002008-03-25T08:07:37.672-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R-kTZNbvYzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dzpZ75pgJsk/s1600-h/File_2007920175421.jpg"><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181694170090136370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R-kTZNbvYzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dzpZ75pgJsk/s320/File_2007920175421.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a> <div><span style="color:#66ffff;"><strong>Cada corazón rebelde tiene una misión en este mundo para cambiar las cosas. Todos buscamos algo, o vivimos esperando cosas que nunca llegan, llegan. Algo nuevo vendrá, con una esencia nueva algo bueno vendrá y serán planes..... Encuentra tu alma gemela... alma gemela donde estás? es solo un debenir. Elige una compañera, para pasar las primaveras y crear cosa bellas, bellas. Algo nuevo vendrá, con un latido nuevo, algo nuevo vendrá, y seras niña.... pura, suave, fresca.... La alegría con vos, oh oh oh... la aventura con vos, ya no estamos tan lejos y me hace bien. La victoria con vos, oh oh oh... la comparto con vos, ya no estamos tan lejos y nos hace bien. Encuentra tu alma gemela... alma gemela donde estás? siempre fuiste hija de la libertad. Yo estoy del otro lado, desde siempre estuve, cerca tuyo y me alegra verte sonreir, ahhh. Algo bueno vendrá con fuerza nueva, Algo nuevo vendrá y seras niña.... pura, suave, fresca.... La alegría con vos la aventura con vos ya no estamos tan lejos y me hace bien... la victoria con vos oh oh oh... la comparto con vos, ya no estamos tan lejos y nos hace bien. Suave, suave, fresca..... La alegria con vos la aventura con vos ya no estamos tan lejos y me hace bien la victoria con vos, oh oh oh... la comparto con vos, ya no estamos tan lejos, ya no estamos tan lejos, ya no estamos tan lejos y nos hace bien...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-5432758658531548117?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-22302581454080726642008-02-07T08:14:00.001-08:002008-02-07T08:23:08.220-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R6svoGUg0WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/z7gJP5ku7Yc/s1600-h/12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R6svoGUg0WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/z7gJP5ku7Yc/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164273763648328034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;">FAKE PLASTIC TREES</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" > Una falsa lata regadora de plastico<br />para una falsa planta china de caucho<br />en la falsa tierra de plastico</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> que ella compro a un hombre de caucho</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> en una ciudad llena de planes de caucho</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> para mantenerse a salvo de eso mismo</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"> eso la desgasta, eso la desgasta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"> eso la desgasta, eso la desgasta</span><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"> ella vive con un hombre roto</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"> un hombre roto de poliuretano</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"> quien solo arde y se quema</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> el acostumbraba a hacer cirugias plasticas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> a chicas en los ochentas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> pero la gravedad siempre gana</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> y eso lo desgasta, y eso lo desgasta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> y eso lo desgasta, y eso lo desgasta</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> ella parece algo real</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> ella sabe como algo real</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> mi falso amor de plastico</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> pero no puedo evitar la sensacion</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> puedo soplara traves de la pared...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> si solo giro y corro....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"> y eso me desgasta, eso me desgasta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"> y eso me desgasta, eso me desgasta</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"> y si pudiera ser quien quieres todo el tiempo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"> si pudiera ser quien quieres todo el tiempo...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"> quien quieres todo el tiempo...</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-2230258145408072664?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-23545862352738563332008-02-07T08:04:00.000-08:002008-02-07T08:09:17.843-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R6ssfmUg0UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HuuwA1auEyY/s1600-h/Javieera.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/R6ssfmUg0UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HuuwA1auEyY/s320/Javieera.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164270319084556610" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">LA pez Con dias de nacida... hermosa mi hija.. la amo.. me llena ene........ espero sea rockera i no popera coxina XD ((DIRTY POP))<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> " YOU RING THE BELL....!!!!"<br /><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span><br /></span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-2354586235273856333?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-73768671244614073102007-11-08T21:54:00.001-08:002007-11-08T21:58:39.093-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RzP2ROJFODI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rnUI1021Y74/s1600-h/molkoangst.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RzP2ROJFODI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rnUI1021Y74/s320/molkoangst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130715176219523122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">UU inkreible, estuve viendo fotos en mis antiguos photobuckets y como nos ha kambiado la vida... parece ke tengo el sabor en mis labios de las cosas ke hice y deje de hacer... como kere no olvidar a esas krisis de panicos ke tenian a Carlitos Passi vuelto loko (sikoloko de la U)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Notable paciencia!!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Puxa komo pasa el tiempo, parezco veterana, bueno sorry es ke ya soi mom y no me keda otra po'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Hoy lo HICE Y KE???</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-7376867124461407310?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-75851642724032868772007-10-11T21:51:00.000-07:002007-10-11T22:02:01.349-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rw7-Q8qJVZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/exmrCaAhxj4/s1600-h/animal7368.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rw7-Q8qJVZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/exmrCaAhxj4/s320/animal7368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120309393481094546" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Conciencia, ANIMAL!!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">X mi parte trato de hacer lo mejor posible, llevo 7 años desintoxikada, humanizada, no la extraño, no la kiero en mi cuerpo, muerte animal y para ke??<br />preguntan si los vegetales tb sienten?? si pero estan en grados mas bajos de conciencia...<br /><br />Año nuevo: arroz integral con salsa de champiñones..<br />Paskua: porotos<br />fiestas patrias: empanadas de keso-<br /><br />Hay miles de opciones, sólo nombre kosas básicas...<br />Odio el kasino kuando voy a almorzar y no hay nada mas ke todo con carne!!<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-7585164272403286877?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-54278412240320375502007-09-12T17:20:00.000-07:002007-09-13T09:41:48.138-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuiCzGI-OtI/AAAAAAAAADs/DPi-3wIxYkw/s1600-h/fig1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuiCzGI-OtI/AAAAAAAAADs/DPi-3wIxYkw/s320/fig1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109477591585012434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuiC4GI-OuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Si_VLQgGPrE/s1600-h/fig2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuiC4GI-OuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Si_VLQgGPrE/s320/fig2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109477677484358370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuiC8GI-OvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QUlauW3iihY/s1600-h/fig3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuiC8GI-OvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QUlauW3iihY/s320/fig3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109477746203835122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuiCzGI-OtI/AAAAAAAAADs/DPi-3wIxYkw/s1600-h/fig1.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-5427841224032037550?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-3452594043417486102007-09-10T13:54:00.000-07:002007-09-10T14:47:16.476-07:00<object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f98b809c4cb0ed35" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df98b809c4cb0ed35%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331170227%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D89AA8565EEE83DA5EDD8493B87BD2B24670CFF9.446BCEFCA829B892658F7A71F845BC9446274D6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df98b809c4cb0ed35%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwesqCU_ku1hhkKs1_2eA3CjIgm8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df98b809c4cb0ed35%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331170227%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D89AA8565EEE83DA5EDD8493B87BD2B24670CFF9.446BCEFCA829B892658F7A71F845BC9446274D6A%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df98b809c4cb0ed35%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwesqCU_ku1hhkKs1_2eA3CjIgm8&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">Una vakita loka kiere comer chuchoka</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;">oie vakita loka eso a ti no te toka</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">come alfalfa, come pastito</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">no komas la chuchoka!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-345259404341748610?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-3813827360869945092007-09-10T08:20:00.001-07:002007-09-10T08:20:38.132-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuVgte8kCLI/AAAAAAAAADc/cP1y8LyzoRs/s1600-h/tedoymis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuVgte8kCLI/AAAAAAAAADc/cP1y8LyzoRs/s320/tedoymis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108595686839158962" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-381382736086994509?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-28378253676848395602007-09-10T08:10:00.000-07:002007-09-10T08:14:20.957-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuVfC-8kCKI/AAAAAAAAADU/rpqE-n3l314/s1600-h/1188765654_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuVfC-8kCKI/AAAAAAAAADU/rpqE-n3l314/s320/1188765654_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108593857183090850" border="0" /></a><br />Primer "carrete" después ke nació la javi, en kasa de mis amigos Jorge y ladilla Diego jeje!<br />entre comillas x q no pude beber ni una sola gota de alcohol. Bakan la ex pieza con vista al puerto...<br />Estaba la Dany Parra, katty, Melissa y Javier...<br />la pelucona soy yo jajaja!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-2837825367684839560?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-21795158435122870712007-09-09T08:25:00.000-07:002007-09-09T08:46:05.994-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuQQ7e8kCJI/AAAAAAAAADM/rqA2IxttrgE/s1600-h/D4300550.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RuQQ7e8kCJI/AAAAAAAAADM/rqA2IxttrgE/s320/D4300550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108226491450394770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">Un poko mal en la foto ji! conkuerda con este dia frio...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">ke no se esperar, ke no se olvidar, ke no se kerer!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">kien lo dice??</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">the question is do you??</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">Universidad de Playa Ancha en receso (vacaciones de Fiestas Patrias)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-2179515843512287071?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-68364069158925770392007-08-24T11:15:00.000-07:002007-09-13T09:42:17.425-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8iUe8kCHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GixnfqoVb5A/s1600-h/private.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8iUe8kCHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GixnfqoVb5A/s320/private.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102334638133872754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8iNO8kCGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/32ZJAAAsqk4/s1600-h/photo_10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8iNO8kCGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/32ZJAAAsqk4/s320/photo_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102334513579821154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8h-O8kCFI/AAAAAAAAACs/nO6h4f6WKFs/s1600-h/photo_14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8h-O8kCFI/AAAAAAAAACs/nO6h4f6WKFs/s320/photo_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102334255881783378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Private is based on a true story, and has no happy ending. Powerful, passionate, political film-making and deservedly award-winning..</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-6836406915892577039?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-50284038878545984122007-08-24T11:10:00.000-07:002007-09-13T09:42:39.900-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8fXO8kCEI/AAAAAAAAACk/9LkcbrP-J4E/s1600-h/19122005-17_42_26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8fXO8kCEI/AAAAAAAAACk/9LkcbrP-J4E/s320/19122005-17_42_26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102331386843629634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Now my feet don't touch the ground!!! I'm prepaired for one big silence, jesus looking down on me, doctors looking down on me, breaking every law of science..<br /><br />Theories of conspiration !!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-5028403887854598412?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-34651402810044062422007-07-19T00:50:00.001-07:002007-08-24T11:27:11.976-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8ioe8kCII/AAAAAAAAADE/LE6kDvauwCU/s1600-h/000_6556.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rs8ioe8kCII/AAAAAAAAADE/LE6kDvauwCU/s320/000_6556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102334981731256450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />October, 15th, 2006<br />She was beautiful, she is in her first day of her life! and our lives!!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-3465140281004406242?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-8516310791645111672007-07-19T00:45:00.000-07:002007-07-19T00:48:15.358-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rp8XMS3JL7I/AAAAAAAAACU/o4KpN7PYcQI/s1600-h/02052006-20_06_11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rp8XMS3JL7I/AAAAAAAAACU/o4KpN7PYcQI/s320/02052006-20_06_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088811603940945842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" >L.a. a.l.m.o.h.a.d.a. e.s. e.l. m.e.j.o.r. a.r.m.a.</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-851631079164511167?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-23457934419624396722007-07-19T00:41:00.001-07:002007-08-24T11:06:47.884-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rp8Vui3JL5I/AAAAAAAAACE/xGPej15JmZY/s1600-h/19082005-17_21_19.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rp8Vui3JL5I/AAAAAAAAACE/xGPej15JmZY/s320/19082005-17_21_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088809993328209810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Conoci ser una niña con sentimientos, acepté ke keria muxo. Mi problema es ke ya se me fue la formula... ya no se kerer </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"> si es lo mejor para both la distancia es el arma, no kiero complikar mas, yo solia ser...</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Esa de pelo azul.</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-2345793441962439672?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-72939701809689401572007-07-18T00:05:00.001-07:002007-07-18T00:10:07.807-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rp271y3JL4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/VS8I6b4VKag/s1600-h/26052006-20_50_17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rp271y3JL4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/VS8I6b4VKag/s320/26052006-20_50_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088429686859050882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">Ke hermosa y trizte esta peli, kuando te esperaba javierita pensaba que eras un nene, i am so sorry, no kise hacerte sentir tan Vicente, me imagina q si eras V ibas a ser igual a este hermoso bebe , aunke no estas tan lejos de no parecerte x q si lo haces... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">Las tortugas tambien vuelan:::::::::::::</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-7293970180968940157?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-64872899986600794392007-07-17T23:04:00.000-07:002007-08-24T11:08:05.993-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rp2t1y3JL3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/D8rv_Uq6E6Q/s1600-h/22052005-23_22_45.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rp2t1y3JL3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/D8rv_Uq6E6Q/s320/22052005-23_22_45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088414293696262002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tengo pena, de esa ke es bien máxima y te ultimata, en realidad no koncilio mi actuar, no se si es bien lo ke kiero, pero me deja muy trankila, no puedo estar asi... ya lo comprendo, no puedo por que really me hace daño... komo ke me perdí en lo ke siento y kiero... toy trizzte komo esos dias en ke deskubri kien eras, duele... esta bien la distancia a mi me deja un poko trankila.</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-6487289998660079439?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-37463906171476348892007-07-16T09:18:00.001-07:002007-08-24T11:05:56.255-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Ta lloviendo:::::::: y tu tay durmiendo y no se si soñás konmigo:::<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">StAy ToGeThEr</span><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rpuabi3JL2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MohIhlHWT1M/s1600-h/08062005-17_03_54.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rpuabi3JL2I/AAAAAAAAABs/MohIhlHWT1M/s320/08062005-17_03_54.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087830002050346850" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-3746390617147634889?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-30604730338624029392007-07-15T07:37:00.000-07:002007-11-08T21:22:26.425-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">True love waits</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">::::::::::</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">Conduci a una historia que me confunde, tu lo haces, x ke cuando lo tenia todo claro ya no stabas en mi vida, y miraba solo las rikezas escasas ke tuvimos un dia en nuestras vidas, juntos, el verdadero amor espera??</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">no estoy viviendo ni dejando pues mi alma esta en proceso, solo estoy matando al tiempo y tu timidez se transformo en un espantoso recuerdo, just ....</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">esto es tan cierto ke no lo kreo, no kreo todavia ke me buskaste kuando no krei, kuanto no kree,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">and true love waits?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">kuando los kaballos arrankan de la memoria ke histeria y si no borro?? x q no se olvidar, no se perdonar, pero y si no se vivir kon esto, el verdadero amor spera???</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">te esperé tanto en las noxes, te esperamos en amanecidas, te espere x una eterna inocencia, puu te espere.... y el verdadero amor spera??<br /><br />Y sin embarho estrellass. ahora estas aqui<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-3060473033862402939?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-59726759213971352312007-07-13T19:09:00.001-07:002007-11-08T21:23:28.832-08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-5972675921397135231?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-71245141726525534992007-07-13T18:56:00.001-07:002007-07-13T18:58:53.402-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RpgtcC3JLzI/AAAAAAAAABU/ctJ_jl0ZxWU/s1600-h/21122005-18_49_08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RpgtcC3JLzI/AAAAAAAAABU/ctJ_jl0ZxWU/s320/21122005-18_49_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086865738942721842" border="0" /> al fin fuera del sistema que me hunde... vacaciones de invierno... komo niña con juguete nuevo.</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-7124514172652553499?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-44268780950738628632007-07-13T18:40:00.001-07:002007-07-13T18:43:11.497-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rpgpli3JLyI/AAAAAAAAABM/Av1QAH04xUo/s1600-h/atardecer_Serracines_19.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Rpgpli3JLyI/AAAAAAAAABM/Av1QAH04xUo/s320/atardecer_Serracines_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086861504104967970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Es simple ... kuando veo este tipo de imágenes me rekuerda a un no se kien .<br />Mirando el cielo desde el auto, en un simple paseo, desde la ventana de alguna de mis piezas.<br /><br />mmm kreo nunka star en alguna figura que se kree en tus nubes:::::::::::::::::::::::::<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-4426878095073862863?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-6548449353510911242007-07-11T13:08:00.000-07:002007-07-11T13:20:55.962-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RpU7bluKBnI/AAAAAAAAABE/j75bHI_EO1s/s1600-h/gg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086036699353056882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RpU7bluKBnI/AAAAAAAAABE/j75bHI_EO1s/s320/gg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"><strong>En mis años mozos y más vulnerables mi padre me dio un consejo que desde aquella época no ha<br />dejado de darme vueltas en la cabeza.<br />“Cuando sientas deseos de criticar a alguien” -fueron sus palabras- “recuerda que no todo el mundo ha<br />tenido las mismas oportunidades que tú tuviste.”</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong><em>ThE GrEaT GaTsBy</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-654844935351091124?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-32304639545503404232007-07-11T13:06:00.000-07:002007-07-11T13:21:37.695-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RpU4UluKBmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gL50TTnjjA4/s1600-h/estrellas_by_BlacK_DolL.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086033280559089250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RpU4UluKBmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gL50TTnjjA4/s320/estrellas_by_BlacK_DolL.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">Alguna vez te besé con mil estrellas??</span></span></strong><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-3230463954550340423?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-28429579197300089802007-07-05T11:51:00.000-07:002007-07-12T07:18:45.660-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Ro0-L1uKBlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NyYGDOnj5JE/s1600-h/sss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083787927491315282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/Ro0-L1uKBlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NyYGDOnj5JE/s320/sss.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Cómo gasto papeles recordándote, cómo me haces hablar en el silencio,</div><br /><div>cómo no te me quitas de las ganas aunque nadie me vea nunca contigo.</div><br /><div>Y cómo pasa el tiempoque de pronto son años sin pasar tú por mídetenida.</div><br /><div>Te doy una canciónsi abro una puerta y de las sombras sales tú.</div><br /><div>Te doy una canciónde madrugada cuando más quiero tu luz.</div><br /><div>Te doy una cancióncuando apareces el misterio del amor y</div><br /><div>si no lo apareces, no me importa: yo te doy una canción.</div><br /><div>Si miro un poco afuera me detengo, la ciudad se derrumba y yo cantando,</div><br /><div>la gente que me odia y que me quiereno me va a perdonar que me distraiga.</div><br /><div>Creen que lo digo todo, que me juego la vida porque no te conocen ni te sienten.</div><br /><div>Te doy una canción y hago un discurso sobre mi derecho a hablar.</div><br /><div>Te doy una canción con mis dos manos, con las mismas de matar.</div><br /><div>Te doy una canción y digo: Patria.Y sigo hablando para ti.</div><br /><div>Te doy una canción como un disparo, como un libro, una palabra, una guerrilla...</div><br /><div>como doy el amor.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-2842957919730008980?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-14516286843793449912007-06-30T00:43:00.000-07:002007-06-30T00:44:32.117-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RoYJqVuKBkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bMifLwREzgM/s1600-h/mulo.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081759852524078658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RoYJqVuKBkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bMifLwREzgM/s320/mulo.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> frases en añoranzas, mi pieza ajena, como está aquel frío otoño???Se llueve algo en mi, mi sombria presencia acalora cada vez mas el pasado, tirito, me odio, escenas mas lentas que mi propia enfermedad, quiero divisar en algún rincon de este acogedor "Magic Place" un trozo de ti, un acercamiento, ya no hay por que preguntar, solo espero poder avanzar...</div><div> </div><div>Hace rato me fui a Valpo, nunka imaginé tantos kambios en mi vida y se que yo tb estuve, pero alto me lastimas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-1451628684379344991?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-16537417108489958182007-06-30T00:38:00.000-07:002007-06-30T00:43:02.443-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RoYI1FuKBjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3M7Gt77Ay94/s1600-h/prin.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081758937696044594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RoYI1FuKBjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3M7Gt77Ay94/s320/prin.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Con sus brazos pequeños, con sus ojos llenos de inocencia, este libro me hizo recordar rasgos de mi naturaleza casi olvidada, deteriorada, me hizo recordar que mi alma es de niñ@, que lloro como niñ@, me hace recordar que puedo ilusionarme, que pierdo siempre, que mi mejor amiga siempre està, aunque se la trague la ciudad, que me recuerda y siente que me alberga un mar nuevo, una vida nueva para mi, para una niñ@ que no es niñ@, pero que se siente un@, mi esencia, mis rarezas, son de niñ@?? Pero bueno, aqui estoy mas salada que nunca, esperandote mas que nunca mi dulce principe... Te encontrarè???</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>2005-05-13</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-1653741710848995818?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-3652623617426026262007-06-30T00:12:00.000-07:002007-06-30T00:24:41.604-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RoYCZVuKBgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Df-EOy83cYM/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081751863884908034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RoYCZVuKBgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Df-EOy83cYM/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Mirando y duele todo,Rebuskando un poco </div><div></div><div>dentro de lo mismo un corazón que me delató </div><div></div><div>No kise kererte tanto al.... fin. Tu risa, mi llanto, </div><div></div><div>nuestras voces.. ::No kreo poder ser una de sus </div><div></div><div>mejores peliculas, mas bien soy el afanado escritor</div><div></div><div>muerto por celar un pasado que no se pasa...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-365262361742602626?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427717398193616315.post-8108842004861358682007-06-29T23:58:00.000-07:002007-06-30T00:38:53.902-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RoYElluKBiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uGGYkXkbcV0/s1600-h/lok.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081754273361561122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RoYElluKBiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uGGYkXkbcV0/s320/lok.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0NwM0A5vvSM/RoYDJ1uKBhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pRSm8ZjrKw8/s1600-h/blog.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Y desde esos momentos tan falsos y oscuros en nuestras paginas, nace una princesa...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Ella, pekeña, vulnerable, frágil, una de mis estrellas..-</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427717398193616315-810884200486135868?l=rocker-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Principitabrithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05521740027874081095noreply@blogger.com0