tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864808982938430392011-04-21T15:11:31.808-07:00carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086480898293843039.post-63022200183880423352007-04-10T08:47:00.000-07:002007-04-10T08:50:16.002-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhuyMCPzOHI/AAAAAAAAACM/jSCxLcg4sfs/s1600-h/1169142669_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051827326857459826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhuyMCPzOHI/AAAAAAAAACM/jSCxLcg4sfs/s320/1169142669_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/Rhux-iPzOGI/AAAAAAAAACE/brJ7LRrhqLY/s1600-h/1172497511_f.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Los recuerdos tienen la textura irreal de los sueños. Los sueños tienen la cualidad escurridiza de los recuerdos. A veces son tan parecidos unos y otros.</strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2086480898293843039-6302220018388042335?l=tontasincarisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086480898293843039.post-89081175573058607682007-04-06T20:43:00.000-07:002007-04-06T20:44:37.794-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhcTj4ZWULI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rmZA_LN2zF8/s1600-h/1175010063_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050527014274355378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhcTj4ZWULI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rmZA_LN2zF8/s320/1175010063_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Tristes sin motivo.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2086480898293843039-8908117557305860768?l=tontasincarisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086480898293843039.post-2040076009521583292007-04-06T20:40:00.000-07:002007-04-06T20:43:10.044-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhcTO4ZWUKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0z6AjDGLymo/s1600-h/1171287824_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050526653497102498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhcTO4ZWUKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0z6AjDGLymo/s320/1171287824_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Reclusos de nuestra propia mente.</strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2086480898293843039-204007600952158329?l=tontasincarisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086480898293843039.post-21245392938849334832007-04-06T20:34:00.000-07:002007-04-06T20:37:38.384-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhcR7oZWUJI/AAAAAAAAABs/qiqdCFsNgEg/s1600-h/1169223258_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050525223272992914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhcR7oZWUJI/AAAAAAAAABs/qiqdCFsNgEg/s320/1169223258_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Conformistas negativos, pesimistas del arco iris, caminantes bajo la tormenta, jugadores solitarios, presumidos por vocación, tristes autosuficientes.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2086480898293843039-2124539293884933483?l=tontasincarisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086480898293843039.post-3233492267845458782007-04-06T20:29:00.000-07:002007-04-06T20:34:05.856-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhcRH4ZWUII/AAAAAAAAABk/M-gGJPp1jSo/s1600-h/1175622835_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050524334214762626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhcRH4ZWUII/AAAAAAAAABk/M-gGJPp1jSo/s320/1175622835_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Creemos ser adictos a la soledad, a torturarnos, a pensar de más y querernos de menos, socios del club de los sueños rotos antes de que tengan ocasión de cumplirse.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2086480898293843039-323349226784545878?l=tontasincarisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086480898293843039.post-14622125434307825762007-04-05T07:43:00.000-07:002007-04-05T07:44:20.789-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhULMYZWUHI/AAAAAAAAABc/mIJNiYuRy0o/s1600-h/1172497511_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049954864500985970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhULMYZWUHI/AAAAAAAAABc/mIJNiYuRy0o/s320/1172497511_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>El miedo es eso que siente quien cree injusta su situación. Miedo a perder lo que se tiene y lo que no. Miedo a sentir miedo.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2086480898293843039-1462212543430782576?l=tontasincarisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086480898293843039.post-82120027628153438572007-04-04T19:38:00.000-07:002007-04-05T07:44:36.067-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhRhroZWUEI/AAAAAAAAABE/9cf8UhMNQPk/s1600-h/1170160916_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049768484395176002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhRhroZWUEI/AAAAAAAAABE/9cf8UhMNQPk/s320/1170160916_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;">lo peor de todo no son las horas perdidas, ni el tiempo por detrás y por delante.</span></strong> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2086480898293843039-8212002762815343857?l=tontasincarisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086480898293843039.post-22984478853744607552007-04-04T19:31:00.000-07:002007-04-05T07:44:47.584-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhUKaYZWUFI/AAAAAAAAABM/EZhIYHxQp-s/s1600-h/1169481146_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049954005507526738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhUKaYZWUFI/AAAAAAAAABM/EZhIYHxQp-s/s320/1169481146_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhRhDIZWUBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wCcw7bbZn6Y/s1600-h/1169481146_f.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"><strong>caminando yo te ví.</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2086480898293843039-2298447885374460755?l=tontasincarisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086480898293843039.post-14898079149240754402007-04-04T19:28:00.000-07:002007-04-05T07:44:59.936-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhUKj4ZWUGI/AAAAAAAAABU/t-CUFRqu-c4/s1600-h/1169054061_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049954168716284002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhUKj4ZWUGI/AAAAAAAAABU/t-CUFRqu-c4/s320/1169054061_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2HZQ7csQ0cU/RhRhL4ZWUCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-FQprakfu_M/s1600-h/1169054061_f.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>- pense que necesitarias algo de compañia </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>- ...</strong></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2086480898293843039-1489807914924075440?l=tontasincarisma.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12978987351571971528noreply@blogger.com0