tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58833741735829572462011-04-22T01:37:01.264+03:00..somewhere in the distance..Zlatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15774274593111784099noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883374173582957246.post-75955478075130890692009-02-03T13:40:00.002+02:002009-02-03T13:44:47.357+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EdtXj7CCrWg/SYgtXBAxqbI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZAzl2z7Ff08/s1600-h/dbc5a7d923c355138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298534835033319858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EdtXj7CCrWg/SYgtXBAxqbI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZAzl2z7Ff08/s400/dbc5a7d923c355138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No, no se sabe donde,</div><div>de dónde ha salido</div><div>y a dónde ha ido; </div><div>ella es un misterio...</div><div>Se mueve con cadencia,</div><div>con la inocencia </div><div>de una princesa que nadie toca..</div><div> </div><div>Es una hechicera.....</div><div>Una seductora......</div><div> </div><div>Venga mi amor,quiero hechizarte,para que estes mio para siempre... :)</div><div> </div><div>Te amo,mi dulce maldición......</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883374173582957246-7595547807513089069?l=zlaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zlatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15774274593111784099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883374173582957246.post-43695740749002611682009-02-02T19:22:00.003+02:002009-02-02T19:28:21.326+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EdtXj7CCrWg/SYcr9KCl_pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/D58LrjJiYRE/s1600-h/n1468296635_30129186_1076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298251816291925650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EdtXj7CCrWg/SYcr9KCl_pI/AAAAAAAAABQ/D58LrjJiYRE/s320/n1468296635_30129186_1076.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Si me dejaran decidir</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">con quien yo quiero compartir</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">feliz seria</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">y si pudieran entender</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">hasta donde puedo querer</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">comprenderian....</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Que vivo solo para amar,</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">que solo quiero disfrutar</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">de estos dos dias de mi vida,</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">seré para siempre feliz</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">tambien quien pueda compartir</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">conmigo un dia....</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Pero no quiero ni pensar</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">que nadie me pueda juzgar,</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">que quieran controlar mi vida..</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Quiero tener la libertad</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">de hacer lo que me gusta a mi</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">vivir los dias de mi vida...</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">No sé cuan corta esta será,</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">tal vez mañana acabará,</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">sin disfrutar lo que he querido</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">yo entonces no tuve razón</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">de negarle a mi corazón</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">todo lo que habia pedido.......</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883374173582957246-4369574074900261168?l=zlaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zlatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15774274593111784099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883374173582957246.post-14668983200225224402009-02-01T13:39:00.000+02:002009-02-01T13:45:02.760+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdtXj7CCrWg/SYWKqN3qn5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ccpKrD3noSk/s1600-h/1805481j61iwnhrvu.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297792994553536402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdtXj7CCrWg/SYWKqN3qn5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ccpKrD3noSk/s320/1805481j61iwnhrvu.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Lejos de ti, no encuentro qué me halague,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">en ti pienso las horas sin contar;</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y al querer que la mente se divague,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">entonces en ti pienso más y más.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Lejos de ti, mi frente está abatida;</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">lejos de ti,hombre no soy feliz;</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">lejos de ti, no quiero ni la vida,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">que vivir no es, vivir lejos de ti.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Y de verdad...vivir lejos de ti es una tortura.. pero la fé y el amor siempre nos ayudan y yo sé que pronto estaremos juntos mi cariño.. :)</span></em></div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883374173582957246-1466898320022522440?l=zlaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zlatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15774274593111784099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883374173582957246.post-85427321376363600392009-02-01T01:56:00.000+02:002009-02-01T02:12:50.711+02:00<div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EdtXj7CCrWg/SYTl8OpKHsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5iJuF0Y-wSA/s1600-h/1805495bxxp4tgx4v.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297611884580183746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EdtXj7CCrWg/SYTl8OpKHsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5iJuF0Y-wSA/s320/1805495bxxp4tgx4v.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">Lento pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">el futuro se acerca</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">despacio</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">hoy está más allá</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">de las nubes que elige</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">y más allá del trueno</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">y de la tierra firme</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">demorándose viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">cual flor desconfiada</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">que vigila al sol</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">sin preguntarle nada</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">iluminando viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">las últimas ventanas</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">lento pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">el futuro se acerca</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">despacio pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">ya se va acercando</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">nunca tiene prisa</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">viene con proyectos</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">y bolsas de semillas</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">con ángeles maltrechos</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">y fieles golondrinas</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">despacio pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">sin hacer mucho ruido</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">cuidando sobre todo</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">los sueños prohibidos</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">los recuerdos yacentes</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">y los recién nacidos</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">lento pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">el futuro se acerca</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">despacio</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">ya casi está llegando</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">con su mejor noticia</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">con puños con ojeras</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">con noches y con días</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">con una estrella pobre</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">sin nombre todavía</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">lento pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">el futuro real</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">el mismo que inventamos</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">nosotros y el azar</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">cada vez más nosotros</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">y menos el azar</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">lento pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">el futuro se acerca</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">despacio</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">lento pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">lento pero viene</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">lento pero viene<br />Mario Benedetti</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883374173582957246-8542732137636360039?l=zlaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zlatyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15774274593111784099noreply@blogger.com0