tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86437578086607663262012-02-16T09:44:06.486-08:00Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-84060605134396619932009-01-25T10:07:00.000-08:002009-01-25T10:37:56.501-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXyutgwSNSI/AAAAAAAAASM/rSOY5A5toJE/s1600-h/4455.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295299358790661410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXyutgwSNSI/AAAAAAAAASM/rSOY5A5toJE/s320/4455.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><blockquote><blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><blockquote><blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">aunqé es </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">falso</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">el aire</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">siento qé</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">respiro .</span></strong><br /></blockquote></blockquote></span></strong></blockquote></blockquote></span></strong></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-8406060513439661993?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-46989319250326708362009-01-21T14:54:00.000-08:002009-01-21T15:09:12.269-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXeoemwf5GI/AAAAAAAAASE/-tWG71-Ynq4/s1600-h/24066_gi608_123_42lonn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293885130750813282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXeoemwf5GI/AAAAAAAAASE/-tWG71-Ynq4/s320/24066_gi608_123_42lonn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><blockquote><blockquote><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">la mediocridad </span></strong>para algunos es NORMAL ; la LOCURA es ver más ALLÁ ..</p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"></p></blockquote></blockquote></span></strong><p align="justify"></p></blockquote></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-4698931925032670836?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-76588914315329266562009-01-21T13:38:00.000-08:002009-01-21T13:52:59.552-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXeV9EiSCbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/m3g36OAiwJc/s1600-h/l22086734080_7733.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293864763419396530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXeV9EiSCbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/m3g36OAiwJc/s320/l22086734080_7733.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">la <span style="color:#ffccff;">N</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">O</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">R</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">M</span><span style="color:#993399;">A</span><span style="color:#663366;">L</span><span style="color:#330099;">I</span><span style="color:#333399;">D</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">A</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">D</span> me enferma <span style="color:#003300;">!</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la <span style="color:#ffff99;">N</span><span style="color:#ffff33;">O</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">R</span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">M</span><span style="color:#ffcc66;">A</span><span style="color:#ffcc33;">L</span><span style="color:#cc9933;">I</span><span style="color:#996633;">D</span><span style="color:#663333;">A</span><span style="color:#663300;">D</span> me enferma</span> <span style="color:#003333;">!</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">la <span style="color:#ffcc99;">N</span><span style="color:#ff9966;">O</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">R</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">M</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">A</span><span style="color:#ffcccc;">L</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">I</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">D</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">A</span><span style="color:#660000;">D</span> me enferma</span> <span style="color:#000066;">!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span >la <span style="color:#ccffff;">N</span><span style="color:#66ffff;">O</span><span style="color:#99ffff;">R</span><span style="color:#33ffff;">M</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">A</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">L</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">I</span><span style="color:#339999;">D</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">A</span><span style="color:#66cccc;">D</span> me enferma</span><span style="color:#330099;"> !</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">la <span style="color:#99ff99;">N</span><span style="color:#66ff99;">O</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">R</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">M</span><span style="color:#009900;">A</span><span style="color:#006600;">L</span><span style="color:#003300;">I</span><span style="color:#003333;">D</span><span style="color:#336666;">A</span><span style="color:#339999;">D</span> me enferma</span> <span style="color:#330033;">!</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-7658891431532926656?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-79805170349293426552009-01-21T11:48:00.000-08:002009-01-21T12:07:14.663-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXd-9c06TSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BzaF2xJTBDk/s1600-h/l7990409322_3163.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293839481172544802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXd-9c06TSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BzaF2xJTBDk/s320/l7990409322_3163.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Habitaste ese <em>mundo</em> de<em> sorpresa</em> , llegaste sin desir <em>nada</em> , irrumpiste en el medio de mi <em>caos</em> , sin <em>remedio</em> alguno <strong>maldito</strong> , unicamente el <strong>silencio</strong> , te <strong>clasifico </strong>, eres ese <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">maldito</span> , sustancia <span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>mortal</strong></span> </span>, en el medio del<span style="font-size:180%;"> <strong>CAOS</strong></span> ..</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Sin<span style="font-size:180%;"> <strong>solución</strong></span><strong> </strong>alguna ..</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-7980517034929342655?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-2546170866154541952009-01-21T11:16:00.000-08:002009-01-21T11:31:49.160-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXd1kh74pjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2Zuej14zrSE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293829157442594354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXd1kh74pjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2Zuej14zrSE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>él <em>sufrimiento , </em>és<em> algo</em> ; </p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">INE</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">VIT</span></strong></p><p><strong>AB</strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">LE</span></strong></p><p>es más ;<em> convivo</em> con él ... tan asi qé hasta me <em>acostumbré</em> , lo llegue a tomar cómo algo<em> normal</em> , es parte de mi<em> rutina</em> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">}</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-254617086615454195?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-5698575675554849622009-01-21T08:29:00.000-08:002009-01-21T11:36:24.239-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXdPP1odRCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Mw9y0A_nGEM/s1600-h/5yckmg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293787020510708770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXdPP1odRCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Mw9y0A_nGEM/s320/5yckmg.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Bella</strong> ; Porqé decisdiste salvarme?<br /><strong>Bella</strong> ; Si él veneno se hubiera esparcido , ahora sería cómo tú<br /><strong>Edward</strong> ; No sabés lo qé dicés<br /><strong>Edward</strong> ; No qerrías ser así<br /><strong>Bella</strong> ;<span style="font-size:130%;"> Te quiero a tí</span> .. <span style="font-size:180%;">para siempre</span><br /><strong>Edward</strong> ; Pero no voy a acabar con tu vida <span style="color:#cccccc;">Bella</span><br /><strong>Bella</strong> ; Me estoy muriendo cada día , cada segundo qé transcurre , envejesco<br /><strong>Edward</strong> ; Así es cómo debe ser ..<br /><strong>Bella</strong> ; Alex dijo qé me veía cómo tú<br /><strong>Edward</strong> ; Pero sus visiones cambian , yo ..<br /><strong>Bella </strong>; Depende de lo qé la gente decida , Yo ya decidí<br /><strong>Edward</strong> ; Entoncés sueñas en convertirte en un mostruo<br /><strong>Bella </strong>; <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">SUEÑO CON ESTAR CONTIGO PARA SIEMPRE</span></strong> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293789409325131154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXdRa4qMpZI/AAAAAAAAAME/uEtpYvkyGDI/s320/Twilight_10.jpg" border="0" /><strong>Edward</strong> ; para siempre ?<span ><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Edward</span> ; </span>estas lista en éste instante ?</span><br /><strong>Bella</strong> ; Si<br /><strong>Edward</strong> ; No te basta con tenér una vida larga &amp; felíz conmigo ?<br /><strong>Bella </strong>; Si ... <span style="font-size:180%;">Por ahora</span> ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-569857567555484962?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-50932204458949434412009-01-21T07:40:00.000-08:002009-01-21T11:13:18.965-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXdHOg4_P-I/AAAAAAAAALk/w3zWkkeko4E/s1600-h/vlcsnap-3837273.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293778201670008802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXdHOg4_P-I/AAAAAAAAALk/w3zWkkeko4E/s320/vlcsnap-3837273.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Edward</strong> ; No logro leer tu mente </div><div><strong>Edward</strong> ; Tienes qé decirme lo qé piensas <strong>Bella</strong> ; Ahora tengo miedo </div><div><strong>Bella</strong> ; No no te tengo miedo a tí </div><div><strong>Bella</strong> ; Tengo miedo de perderte , siento qé vas a desaparecer .. </div><div><strong>Edward </strong>; No sabés el tiempo qé llevo esperandote </div><div><strong>Edward</strong> ; &amp; así el leon se enamoró de la oveja <strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>Bella</strong> ; Qé oveja tán estúpida</div><div><strong>Edward</strong> ; Qé leon tan morboso &amp; masoquista</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-5093220445894943441?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-42660765618766419182009-01-17T10:49:00.000-08:002009-01-17T11:19:59.372-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXIvIx5CKHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_vGLpdfdFd8/s1600-h/grgrrrgr.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292344339991767154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SXIvIx5CKHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_vGLpdfdFd8/s320/grgrrrgr.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>No cometeré los mismos </strong><em>errores</em><strong> qé tu </strong><em>cometiste</em><strong> , no me dejare hacerlo , porqé en mi corazón ahora hay mucha <span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;">miseria</span> , no me rompere , de la manera en qé tu lo hiciste caíste tan fuerte , aprendí de la manera más difícil a nunca dejarlo ir tán lejos , <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">DEBIDO A TÍ</span></strong> <strong>, nunca me alejo demasiado del camino , <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">DEBIDO A TÍ</span> , apredí a jugar en el lado seguro para no salir <span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;">herida</span> , <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">DEBIDO A TÍ</span> , encuentro difícil confiar no solo en<span style="color:#ff6600;"> MÍ</span> , si no en todos lo qé me rodean ,<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">DEBIDO A TÍ</span></span></strong> <strong>; tengo miedo ... Pierdo mi camino , &amp; no pasa demasiado antes de qé me lo agas notar , <span style="color:#3366ff;">NO PUEDO LLORAR</span> , porqé sé qe es <span style="color:#3333ff;">DEBILIDAD ANTE TUS OJOS ,</span> estoy forzada a <span style="color:#ff6666;">FINJIR</span> , una <span style="color:#cc0000;">SONRISA</span> , una <span style="color:#990000;">RISA</span> , cada día de mi <span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;">vida</span> ; <span style="color:#cccccc;">MI</span> <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">CORAZÓN</span> <span style="color:#999999;">POSIBLEMENTE</span> <span style="color:#666666;">NO SE PUEDA ROMPER</span> <span style="color:#333333;">PORQÉ NI SIQIERA ESTABA ENTERO PARA COMENZAR</span> ; nunca pensaste en nadie más qe en <span style="color:#33cc00;">TÍ </span>&amp; <span style="color:#009900;">AHORA LLORO EN MEDIO DE LA NOCHE POR LA MISMA MALDITAS COSA</span> ...</strong> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">debido a tí</span> <strong>hise mi mejor intento sólo para olvidarlo todo ,</strong> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">debido a tí</span> <strong>; <span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-size:180%;">NO SE CÓMO DEJAR A NADIE ENTRAR</span> </span>, </strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>debido a tí</em></span><strong> , <span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;">ESTOY AVERGONZADA DE MI VIDA</span> ; <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">P</span><span style="color:#ffcccc;">ORQÉ ES VACIA</span></span> ..</strong> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"><em>debido a ti</em></span> <strong>..</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-4266076561876641918?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-77392431513410872652009-01-13T17:52:00.000-08:002009-01-13T18:04:00.373-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SW1GYFF2GqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sq3gN_mnGwE/s1600-h/optrgw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290962516727700130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SW1GYFF2GqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sq3gN_mnGwE/s320/optrgw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Él <span style="color:#ffcc00;">a</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">m</span><span style="color:#ffcc33;">o</span><span style="color:#ffcc66;">r</span> es <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"><strong>paciente</strong></span> , el <span style="color:#ffcccc;">a</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">m</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">r </span>es<strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">benigno</span></span></strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> .</span> Él <span style="color:#ffccff;">a</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">m</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">o</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">r</span> no tiene <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;">envidia</span></strong> , no es<span style="color:#cc33cc;"> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">jactancioso</span></strong></span> , no se <em><span style="color:#99ffff;">e</span><span style="color:#33ffff;">n</span><span style="color:#ccffff;">v</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">a</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">n</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">e</span><span style="color:#000099;">c</span><span style="color:#000066;">e</span></em><span style="color:#000066;"> </span>. No es <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">rudo</span></strong> , no es <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#663366;">egoista</span> </span></strong>. Él <span style="color:#330099;">a</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">m</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">o</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">r </span>todo lo <em><span style="color:#cccccc;">s</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">u</span><span style="color:#999999;">f</span><span style="color:#666666;">r</span><span style="color:#333333;">e</span></em> , todo lo<em> <span style="color:#000000;">c</span><span style="color:#330000;">r</span><span style="color:#663300;">e</span><span style="color:#663333;">e</span></em> , todo lo <em><span style="color:#660000;">s</span><span style="color:#993300;">o</span><span style="color:#996633;">p</span><span style="color:#666600;">o</span><span style="color:#006600;">r</span><span style="color:#336666;">t</span><span style="color:#000099;">a</span></em> . Él <span style="color:#99ff99;">a</span><span style="color:#66ff99;">m</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">o</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">r</span> nunca deja de <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">s</span><span style="color:#000066;">e</span><span style="color:#663366;">r</span> </em>..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-7739243151341087265?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-10484829166072358072009-01-13T11:18:00.000-08:002009-01-13T13:54:55.466-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SW0Nc1_BuWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kP7UXIXUHh8/s1600-h/Copia+de+222222222.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290899926409132386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SW0Nc1_BuWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kP7UXIXUHh8/s320/Copia+de+222222222.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"><strong>sos</strong></span> <em>e<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">l</span></strong></em> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">E<span style="color:#ff99ff;">X</span>CES<span style="color:#6666cc;">O</span></span></strong> <em><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">q</span></strong>è</em> <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">p</span></strong>r<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">e</span></strong>t<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">e</span></strong>n<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">d</span></strong>o</span><br /><ul><li> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>AB</strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">U</span><strong>S</strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">A</span><strong>R !</strong></span></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-1048482916607235807?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-59808901019691886662009-01-12T11:17:00.000-08:002009-01-12T12:28:51.423-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWun96gwL_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xJyuCLRxyXs/s1600-h/142vs6s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290506869397270514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWun96gwL_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xJyuCLRxyXs/s320/142vs6s.jpg" border="0" /></a> Él <span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">A</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">M</span><span style="color:#999999;">O</span><span style="color:#666666;">R</span></em></strong></span> </span>hace qé las personas se vuelvan tontas si sabén a lo qe me refiero. El amor ase qe uno haga cosas qé alguien jamás pensaría en hacer. El amor hace qé uno tenga ideas locas o insólitas qé lo hagan ver a uno cómo un <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">V</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">I</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">L</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">I</span><span style="color:#990000;">D</span><span style="color:#660000;">I</span><span style="color:#660000;">O</span><span style="color:#330000;">T</span><span style="color:#663300;">A</span></em></span></strong>. El amor es<em> </em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">F</span><span style="color:#ffff33;">E</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">L</span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Í</span><span style="color:#999900;">Z</span></span></strong> <em>&amp;</em> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">A</span><span style="color:#ff9966;">L</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">E</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">G</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">R</span><span style="color:#993300;">E </span></span></strong>mientras <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffff99;">D</span><span style="color:#ffff66;">U</span><span style="color:#ffcc66;">R</span><span style="color:#ffcc33;">E</span></span></strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;"> </span>, pero cuando se acaba <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffccff;">D</span><span style="color:#ccccff;">U</span><span style="color:#ccffff;">E</span><span style="color:#99ffff;">L</span><span style="color:#99ff99;">E </span></span>.É</strong>l amor cuando se <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">A</span><span style="color:#996633;">C</span><span style="color:#663333;">A</span><span style="color:#666600;">B</span><span style="color:#999900;">A</span></span><em> </em></strong>hace qe la persona qé han sufrido el desamor desee<span style="font-size:180%;"> <strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">M</span><span style="color:#66ffff;">O</span><span style="color:#ccffff;">R</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">I</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">R</span> </strong></span>sin importar nada más , solo qiere morir como el amor qé ya ha dejado atrás.El amor causa <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ccccff;">I</span><span style="color:#9999ff;">R</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">A</span> </span></strong>.Él amor causa <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#003333;">E</span><span style="color:#336666;">N</span><span style="color:#339999;">G</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">A</span><span style="color:#66cccc;">Ñ</span><span style="color:#33ffff;">O</span></span></strong> ,<em> </em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33ffff;">D</span><span style="color:#99ffff;">E</span><span style="color:#ccffff;">C</span><span style="color:#66ffff;">E</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">P</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">C</span><span style="color:#3333ff;">I</span><span style="color:#000099;">Ó</span><span style="color:#000066;">N</span></span></strong> <em>&amp; </em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#330099;">T</span><span style="color:#333399;">R</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">I</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">S</span><span style="color:#6666cc;">T</span><span style="color:#9999ff;">E</span><span style="color:#ccccff;">Z</span><span style="color:#ffccff;">A</span></span><em><span style="color:#ffccff;"> </span></em></strong><em>.</em>El amor simplemente duele.Pero si nos ponemos a pensar también noa damos cuenta qé el amor hace<em> </em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#330033;">F</span><span style="color:#663366;">A</span><span style="color:#993399;">M</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">L</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">A</span><span style="color:#ffccff;">S</span></span><em> </em></strong>.El amor hace <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#333333;">P</span><span style="color:#660000;">A</span><span style="color:#993300;">R</span><span style="color:#996633;">E</span><span style="color:#666600;">J</span><span style="color:#006600;">A</span><span style="color:#336666;">S</span> <span style="color:#666666;">F</span><span style="color:#990000;">E</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">L</span><span style="color:#cc9933;">I</span><span style="color:#999900;">C</span><span style="color:#009900;">E</span><span style="color:#339999;">S</span> </span></strong>, Hace qé los<strong> <em>"</em><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">E</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">N</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">A</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">M</span><span style="color:#990000;">O</span><span style="color:#660000;">R</span><span style="color:#ffccff;">A</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">D</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O</span><span style="color:#993399;">S</span></span><em>"</em></strong> vayan con una sonrisa cercana a la<span style="font-size:180%;"> <strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">P</span><span style="color:#66ff99;">S</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">I</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">C</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">O</span><span style="color:#009900;">S</span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#003300;">I</span></span><span style="color:#003333;">S</span></strong></span> , ramos de rosa <em>&amp;</em> chocolates a las puertas de sus amores sin si qiera saber sin van a ser aceptados.Él amor causa <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>vida</strong> </span>,<em> &amp;</em> pero.. Él amor qé más hace?<strong> <span style="font-size:180%;">Él amor nuca espara siempre</span></strong>. <span style="color:#333333;"><em>Él amor hace estos pensamientos tristes</em></span>.El amor causa <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">L</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">O</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">C</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">U</span><span style="color:#993399;">R</span><span style="color:#663366;">A</span></strong></span><span style="color:#663366;"> </span>, eontonces porqé lo apreciamos tanto<em>?</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-5980890101969188666?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-57675749867180100182009-01-12T10:30:00.000-08:002009-01-12T10:40:22.922-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWuOh5V8eJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qu2q0ef4Sdw/s1600-h/2w6sd9g.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290478900256471186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWuOh5V8eJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qu2q0ef4Sdw/s320/2w6sd9g.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Él tiempo puede sanar las</em><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">HER<span style="color:#666666;">I</span>DAS</span> </span>, <em>pero las</em><span style="color:#000000;"> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>C<span style="color:#999999;">I</span>CA<span style="color:#999999;">T</span>RI<span style="color:#cccccc;">C</span>ES</strong><em> </em></span></span><em>siempre me recordarán el</em> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>PASA<span style="color:#333333;">D</span>O</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-5767574986718010018?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-90133955771055131512009-01-09T17:59:00.000-08:002009-01-09T18:01:29.846-08:00<strong><em>La</em></strong> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">TRISTEZA</span></strong> <em><strong>es</strong></em> <em><strong>lo</strong></em> <em>más hermoso</em> <em>qé</em> <strong>tengo</strong>. <strong><em>Por</em></strong> <em>qé</em> <em>cuando pierdo</em> <em><strong>la felicidad</strong></em> ,<em> es lo</em> <em>unico qé me recuerda</em> <em><strong>qé</strong></em> <em>estoy</em> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">VIVA</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-9013395577105513151?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-16486604862959865562009-01-09T17:19:00.000-08:002009-01-09T17:42:26.485-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWf3zmBiRgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GJDZyRpkl14/s1600-h/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.JPG"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289468753122313730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWf3zmBiRgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GJDZyRpkl14/s320/bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span></strong><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">me sorprende ver la cantidad de personas jovenes , de buenas personas qe se sienten solas &amp; no me refiero a la soledad familiar , o de amistades , me refiero a la soledad qé se siente a ver pasar los años , sin qé aparezca ese "<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">ALGUIÉN ESPECIAL</span>" , qé nos haga alusinar &amp; abandonar todo , para empezar algo juntos. Los malditos cuentos infantiles tienen la resposabilidad en todo esto. Creces con historias de "<span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">POBRES MUJERES SACRIFÍCADAS</span>" qé no logran encontrar la felicidad , hasta qé encuentran a su "<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;">PRINCIPE AZUL</span>" a "<span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">SALVARLAS</span>" o "<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">VIVEN FELICES PARA SIEMPRE</span>" <span style="font-size:130%;">dios</span> ! convenciendolos de qé en alguna parte del mundo cada uno tiene a su "<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">MEDIA NARANJA</span>" "<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#006600;">ALMA GEMELA</span>" <span style="font-size:130%;">(&amp; todas esas porqerías)</span> &amp; qé tarde o temprano llegará para hacernos felices , &amp; con los años , obviamente vamos descubriendo qé es una <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;">FARSA</span> , qé el <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#336666;">Sr. Perfecto</span> no exíste &amp; qé pasan mucho por esta vida si ni siqiera haber conocido el <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">AMOR</span> .. al final la vida misma es la qé se encarga de romper los modelos creados , &amp; las ilusiones de los <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;">HAPPY ENDING</span> qé no siempre los hay . <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">EL RESULTADO ?</span> miles de personas solas deseperanzadas con el corazón roto , qé buscan sin encontrar &amp; qé esperan sin llegar a alcanzar</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-1648660486295986556?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-42329549689393010312009-01-09T17:07:00.000-08:002009-01-09T17:44:34.736-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWf1EXEecnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/heFjTtK8rBo/s1600-h/0303456.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289465742631006834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWf1EXEecnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/heFjTtK8rBo/s320/0303456.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">ya no lloro por la pérdida de <span style="font-size:130%;">él</span> , ahora cuando lloro , lo ago por lo qé no fué , <span style="font-size:130%;">lloro</span> por mi propia<span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">SOLEDAD</span></span> ..Ahora lloro , poco , ahora solo siento .. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">SILENCIO</span> solo siento ;<span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#ff99ff;">VACIO</span></span></span><br /></strong><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-4232954968939301031?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-10626478971515543412009-01-09T12:01:00.000-08:002009-01-09T12:26:03.289-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWetfUjiiNI/AAAAAAAAABU/OWI5mbiz9KQ/s1600-h/Copia+(2)+de+naue.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289387040975259858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWetfUjiiNI/AAAAAAAAABU/OWI5mbiz9KQ/s320/Copia+(2)+de+naue.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWetXX0kmiI/AAAAAAAAABM/96tXPBvuu7s/s1600-h/Copia+(2)+de+naue.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">Estoy m<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">u</span></strong>y</span> <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">TRISTE</span></strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">&amp;</span></strong> <span style="color:#ffccff;">m</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">e</span></strong> si<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>en</strong></span>to</span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">m<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">á</span></strong>s</span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">DESGRACIADA</span></strong> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">d<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>e</strong></span> <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>l</strong></span>o q<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>é</strong></span> soy</span> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">&amp;</span></strong> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>n</strong></span>os<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>e</strong></span> <strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">ha</span></strong>st<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">a</span></strong> do<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>n</strong></span>d<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">e </span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">he</span></strong> <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>lle</strong></span>g<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>a</strong></span>do , <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>n</strong></span>os<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>e </strong></span>q<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>é</strong></span> <strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">a</span></strong>s<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>e</strong></span>r <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>n</strong></span>i q<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>é</strong></span> p<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>en</strong></span>s<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>a</strong></span>r , p<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>e</strong></span>ro</span> <span style="color:#999999;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">deseo</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;">br<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>e</strong></span>v<span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>e</strong></span>m<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">en</span></strong>t<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">e</span></strong></span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#666666;">dejar</span> <span style="color:#333333;">este lugar..</span></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-1062647897151554341?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8643757808660766326.post-21986354353060188172009-01-09T10:56:00.000-08:002009-01-09T12:37:30.731-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWeeSJDLtCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aXC22M0hn20/s1600-h/999999999999.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289370321874039842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eh9rYnRCrck/SWeeSJDLtCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aXC22M0hn20/s320/999999999999.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>YO<span style="color:#ffccff;"> SÈ</span></strong></span><span style="color:#ff99ff;"> qièn</span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">soy</span></strong> , <span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>lo</strong> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">qè</span></strong></span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">soy</span></strong> , <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">cò</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">mo</span></span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">soy<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"> "</span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">si</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">te gusta bien <span style="color:#ffccff;">&amp;</span> si no tambièn , simple ; </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">amame </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#999999;">dejame</span> ..</span></span></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8643757808660766326-2198635435306018817?l=vida-sin-rumbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Molly #http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736542086596513462noreply@blogger.com0