<?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-19228581</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:10:04.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*..::MuRiDa::..* [[HappiNess is... a SaD SonG]] .†... MeRLiNa ...†.</title><subtitle type='html'>aLGo PaRa PeRDeR eL TieMPo... es RaRo i esTuPiDo kiZa.. PeRo CheKeNLo KiZa aLGo Les iNTeReSe...
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THaNkS...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19228581.post-115430154881183842</id><published>2006-07-30T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:19:08.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 cOzaz k OdiiO de tii..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/1600/GANAS%20DE%20HACERTE%20ESTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/400/GANAS%20DE%20HACERTE%20ESTO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;?¨¨ :10&lt;/span&gt; Cosas&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que o&lt;/span&gt;dio de &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ti: ¨¨?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.Odio la forma en que me hablas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.Odio la manera de tratarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3.Odio la manera en que tu me enamoraste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4.Odio tu forma de demostrarme que me querías al fin y al cabo todo era mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.Odio la manera en que me engañaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.Odio que me hagas sufrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.Odio que me hagas llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.Odio estar sola aunque se que estaré mejor sin ti, quiero estar contigo me haces falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9.Odio que no me hayas llamado ni buscado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10.Odio que no te puedo odiar, aunque tenga un motivo para odiarte no lo puedo hacer, por que lo único que siento y se es que te quiero mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19228581-115430154881183842?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/115430154881183842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19228581&amp;postID=115430154881183842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/115430154881183842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/115430154881183842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/2006/07/10-cozaz-k-odiio-de-tii.html' title='10 cOzaz k OdiiO de tii..!'/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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-19228581.post-114508083017355004</id><published>2006-04-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:00:30.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/1600/mal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/320/mal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;ris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Osea Help me!!! ando mega triste.. i no c x k.. weno la neta si se :'( osea k mal me siento..!!! aiudenme!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19228581-114508083017355004?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/114508083017355004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19228581&amp;postID=114508083017355004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/114508083017355004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/114508083017355004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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-19228581.post-113616140644098181</id><published>2006-01-01T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:23:26.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well if you wanted honesty, that´s all you had to say&lt;br /&gt;I never want to let you down or have you go&lt;br /&gt;It´s better off this way&lt;br /&gt;For all the dirty looks&lt;br /&gt;The photographs your boyfriend took&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you broke your foot&lt;br /&gt;From jumping out the second floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;You wear me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to show you that it´s not the life it seems&lt;br /&gt;(I´m not okay)&lt;br /&gt;I´ve told you time and time again&lt;br /&gt;You sing the words but don´t know what it means&lt;br /&gt;To be a joke and look&lt;br /&gt;Another line without a hook&lt;br /&gt;I held you close as we both shook for the last time&lt;br /&gt;Take a good hard look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;You wear me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the dirty looks&lt;br /&gt;The photographs your boyfriend took&lt;br /&gt;You said you´d read me like a book&lt;br /&gt;But the pages are all torn and frayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m okay&lt;br /&gt;I´m okay&lt;br /&gt;I´m okay, now&lt;br /&gt;(I´m okay, now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you really need to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Because I´m telling you the truth&lt;br /&gt;I mean this, I´m okay&lt;br /&gt;(Trust me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;Well, I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;I´m not o-fucking-kay&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;I´m not okay&lt;br /&gt;(Okay)&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/19228581-113616140644098181?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/113616140644098181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19228581&amp;postID=113616140644098181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113616140644098181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113616140644098181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-not-ok.html' title='im not ok'/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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-19228581.post-113275555446751919</id><published>2005-11-23T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:19:14.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera Poder Olvidarme De Ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/1600/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/320/edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todavía yo siento tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;y tu respiración sobre mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;No hay quien me haga olvidar tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;y sigo amándote hoy más que ayer&lt;br /&gt;soñando con volverte a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada día que pasa más me mata tu ausencia y pierdo la fe.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;con otra sacarte por siempre de mí,&lt;br /&gt;decirte a la cara que no me haces faltapara poder vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera borrarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;quitar de mi boca tu dulce sabor.&lt;br /&gt;No echarte de menos al llegar la noche&lt;br /&gt;y sin reproche resignarme a tu adiós.&lt;br /&gt;Más cuando creo que ya te he olvidado&lt;br /&gt;descubro que aún te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se que soy culpable de mi suerte&lt;br /&gt;y que mi sufrimiento no te hará volver&lt;br /&gt;y en mí otra vez creer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te hize llorar y me arrepiento,&lt;br /&gt;amor cuanto lo siento;&lt;br /&gt;si no te vuelvo a ver no sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada día que pasa más me mata tu ausencia y pierdo la fe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;con otra sacarte por siempre de mí,&lt;br /&gt;decirte a la cara que no me haces falta para poder vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera borrarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;quitar de mi boca tu dulce sabor,&lt;br /&gt;no echarte de menos al llegar la noche&lt;br /&gt;y sin reproche resignarme a tu adiós&lt;br /&gt;pero es que aún te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;con otra sacarte por siempre de mí&lt;br /&gt;decirte a la cara que no me haces falta&lt;br /&gt;para poder vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera borrarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Quitar de mi boca tu dulce sabor,&lt;br /&gt;No echarte de menos al llegar la noche&lt;br /&gt;Y sin reproche resignarme a tu adiós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Con otra sacarte por siempre de mi,&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera borrarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Quitar de mi boca tu dulce sabor...&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/19228581-113275555446751919?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/113275555446751919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19228581&amp;postID=113275555446751919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113275555446751919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113275555446751919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/2005/11/quisiera-poder-olvidarme-de-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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-19228581.post-113275420663602739</id><published>2005-11-23T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T05:56:46.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Amor eterno*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/1600/x1pc_jqddVOWRlVeYn_hf9GqiLjI6_fhxHOe6JLxdIp4vJkNDdYjdPTVHASQdme33D0dPNL3yoLj0FpxFjKys98sLjYaj1-qJXFgXFHqQ-lywDXs6MI9_9gQNtVG6ydPQS7KXAZJl6iAE8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/320/x1pc_jqddVOWRlVeYn_hf9GqiLjI6_fhxHOe6JLxdIp4vJkNDdYjdPTVHASQdme33D0dPNL3yoLj0FpxFjKys98sLjYaj1-qJXFgXFHqQ-lywDXs6MI9_9gQNtVG6ydPQS7KXAZJl6iAE8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Podrá nublarse el sol eternamente; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Podrá secarse en un instante el mar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Podrá romperse el eje de la tierra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Como un débil cristal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;¡todo sucederá! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Podrá la muerte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cubrirme con su fúnebre crespón; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pero jamás en mí podrá apagarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*La llama de tu amor.*&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/19228581-113275420663602739?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/113275420663602739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19228581&amp;postID=113275420663602739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113275420663602739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113275420663602739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/2005/11/amor-eterno-podr-nublarse-el-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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-19228581.post-113275369424968294</id><published>2005-11-23T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T05:48:14.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;..::SoNeTo::.. *PaBLo NeRuDa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eres como la noche, callada y constelada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/19228581-113275369424968294?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/113275369424968294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19228581&amp;postID=113275369424968294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113275369424968294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113275369424968294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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-19228581.post-113275201616400901</id><published>2005-11-23T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T05:21:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/1600/cornelia_i_caleb_razem_na_zawsze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/320/cornelia_i_caleb_razem_na_zawsze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*..::Pequeñeces::..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pequeñas piedras pueden construir grandes montañas.&lt;br /&gt;Pequeños pasos pueden cubrir&lt;br /&gt;muchas millas.&lt;br /&gt;Pequeños gestos de amor y ternura pueden hacer al mundo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Un pequeño abrazo puede secar muchas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Una pequeña palabra de AMOR puede colmarnos de felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Una pequeña sonrisa, puede transformar&lt;br /&gt;nuestro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Son esas pequeñas cosas las que&lt;br /&gt;construyen nuestra&lt;br /&gt;existencia.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pien so en esas pequeñeces,&lt;br /&gt;calidas imágenes vienen a mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;Pienso en los momentos que compartimos&lt;br /&gt;en la vida intercambiando momentos&lt;br /&gt;que nos alegran el corazón... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19228581-113275201616400901?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/113275201616400901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19228581&amp;postID=113275201616400901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113275201616400901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113275201616400901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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-19228581.post-113271895189396646</id><published>2005-11-22T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:23:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/1600/witchall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/320/witchall2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;asaron tantas cosas antes de conocerte... que nunca crei hallar alguien como tu. Sin embargo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l dia menos esperadoahi estabas. No cambiaste mi vida, pero me ayudaste a disfrutarla y a apreciarla mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;osando fondo estaban mis ilusiones, pero tu modo de pensar me ayudo a recordar que tengo mucho que dar, mucho porque vivir, pero mas aun, muchos por quien vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;os dias que paso pensando en ti no me pregunto como eres... sino en que cambio tu vida al conocerme, y quisiera poder ayudarte en todos tus problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;veces incluso olvido que no puedo con los mios... pero que importa... se que estas ahi esperando saber de mi, del mismo modo que yo espero por ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19228581-113271895189396646?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/113271895189396646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19228581&amp;postID=113271895189396646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113271895189396646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113271895189396646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/2005/11/pasaron-tantas-cosas-antes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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-19228581.post-113271620970103291</id><published>2005-11-22T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:21:47.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/1600/mcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/320/mcr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My Chemical Romance - HeLeNa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Long ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just like the hearse you died to get in again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;We are so far from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Burning on just like a match you start to incinerate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;The lives of everyone you knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;And whats the worst to take, from every heart you break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;And like a blade you stake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I've been holding on tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Whats the worst that I could say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things are better if I stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Came a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;When every star fall brought you to tears again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;We are the very hurt you sold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;And whats the worst you take, from every heart you break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;And like a blade you stake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I've been holding on tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Whats the worst that I could say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things are better if I stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;And if you carry on this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things are better if I stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you hear me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you near me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Do we deserve to leave the earth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Do we learn When both our cars collide? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Whats the worst that I could say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things are better if I stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;And if you carry on this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things are better if I stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*[BUENO ESTA LETRA LA SAQUE DE UNA PAGINA ASI QUE NO ME CULPEN POR LOS ERRORES]*&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/19228581-113271620970103291?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/feeds/113271620970103291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19228581&amp;postID=113271620970103291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113271620970103291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19228581/posts/default/113271620970103291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muridita.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-chemical-romance-helena-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>*..::MuRiDa::..*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17364127413740492945</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-19228581.post-113271223700101253</id><published>2005-11-22T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:20:51.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/1600/triste.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3138/1899/320/triste.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;La oreja de van goh - La paz de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No he podido esta vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vuelvo al no se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vuelvo a caer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que importa nada si yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No se reír&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No se sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero oirte llorar y que me parta el corazón&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero darte un beso sin pensar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero sentir miedo cuando me digas adiós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo quiero q me enseñes a jugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se que me vuelto a perder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que vuelto a desenterrar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo aquello que pase &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No se ni como explicar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que solo puedo llorar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que necesito la paz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se esconde en tus ojos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y se anuncia en tu boca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que te da la razón &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ven cuéntame aquella historia de princesas de amores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que un día te conté yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy he dejado de hablar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero callar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disimular&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solo me queda esperar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verte pasar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reinventar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero sentir algo y no se por donde empezar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo quiero que mi mundo deje de girar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero q mis manos tengan fuerza para dar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo quiero asustarme si no estas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se que me vuelto a perder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que vuelto a desenterrar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo aquello que pase &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No se ni como explicar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que solo puedo llorar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que necesito la paz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se esconde en tus ojos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y se anuncia en tu boca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que te da la razón &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ven cuéntame aquella historia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De princesas de amores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que un día te conté yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se que me vuelto a perder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que vuelto a desenterrar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y no se ni como explicar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que solo puedo llorar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que necesito la paz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se esconde en tus ojos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y se anuncia en tu boca &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que te da la razón &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ven cuéntame aquella historia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De princesas de amores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que un día te conté yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que un día te conté yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19228581-113271223700101253?l=muridita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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