tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90787374374287847762011-04-21T13:39:51.289-07:00agushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605091781269603450noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9078737437428784776.post-60517776280133535912009-02-18T09:08:00.000-08:002009-02-18T09:12:13.408-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SZxBQu2N5iI/AAAAAAAAABc/yxmwhgBT614/s1600-h/IM000310.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304186216844748322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SZxBQu2N5iI/AAAAAAAAABc/yxmwhgBT614/s320/IM000310.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>al final todos buscamos lo mismo...</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>ser felices</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>y sobrevivir</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9078737437428784776-6051777628013353591?l=live-laugh-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>agushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605091781269603450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9078737437428784776.post-63512578973044366442008-12-16T10:59:00.000-08:002008-12-16T11:11:35.895-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SUf9M4e-ppI/AAAAAAAAABU/pVMLAPKabb0/s1600-h/quien.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280467485877773970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SUf9M4e-ppI/AAAAAAAAABU/pVMLAPKabb0/s320/quien.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">alguna vez hace un tiempo se me ocurrió pensar "solo elegimos lo que alguien ya eligió para nosotros"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y cada dia que pasa lo siento más y más real.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">si me dan ganas d tomar helado de pistaccio, voy a novara miro los gustos y ya no aparece mas, además de que el cartel en la esquina me hace saber que ese local pasara a otras manos y chau novara.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">todo lo que tenemos a nuestro alcance está puesto ahi por alguien</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">alguien que realizó millones de estudios para develar que la unica que compraba haleado de pistaccio era yo, dijo basta de helado de pistaccio</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">asi con todo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">con todos</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">quien arma nuestro mundo?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">quien define los parametros?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">quien?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9078737437428784776-6351257897304436644?l=live-laugh-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>agushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605091781269603450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9078737437428784776.post-32517799982307887352008-11-14T11:40:00.000-08:002008-11-14T11:50:34.274-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SR3WVKxNORI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nN1Up7w6FIQ/s1600-h/uflor.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268602798249687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SR3WVKxNORI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nN1Up7w6FIQ/s320/uflor.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">siempre que voy caminando por la calle, voy buscando pequeños oasis. y cuando digo oasis me refiero a cosas fuera de lo común: una persona que nos sonría, un rayo de sol que pasa por algun recoveco, gente feliz, gente que va cantando bailando... pero es dificil encontrarlos. las personas al entrar en la ciudad se tornan autómatas como si tuvieramos un chip que nos impide improvisar en el camino, que solo nos permite caminar correctamente, actuar correctamente, en fin ser correctamente.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pero pienso hoy y varias veces, quien define ese parametro? es mas normal ver a una persona caminar a un ritmo fijo sin desviar la mirada de su celular o ver a alguien bailando de alegria?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">que es lo que tenemos que no nos deja ir mas alla de lo que esta previsto?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">en algun momento seremos capaces de llenar esta ciudad de oasis?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">quiero creer que si </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9078737437428784776-3251779998230788735?l=live-laugh-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>agushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605091781269603450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9078737437428784776.post-34110665966143557312008-08-08T07:38:00.000-07:002008-08-08T08:08:17.837-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SJxgrMoqfYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gURqgSt7mVg/s1600-h/beatles3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232163162340097410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SJxgrMoqfYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gURqgSt7mVg/s320/beatles3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two of us riding nowhere</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Spending someone's</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hard earned pay</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You and me </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sunday driving</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not arriving</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On our way back home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're on our way home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're on our way home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're going home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two of us sending postcards</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Writing letters</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On my wall</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You and me burning matches</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lifting latches</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On our way back home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're on our way home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're on our way home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're going home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You and I have memories</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Longer than the road that stretches out ahead</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two of us wearing raincoats</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Standing so low</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the sun</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You and me chasing paper</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Getting nowhere</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On our way back home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're on our way home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're on our way home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're going home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You and I have memories</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Longer than the road that stretches out ahead</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two of us wearing raincoats</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Standing soloIn the sun</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You and me chasing paper</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Getting nowhere</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On our way back home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're on our way home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're on our way home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're going home</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're going home</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Better believe it</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The Beatles</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9078737437428784776-3411066596614355731?l=live-laugh-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>agushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605091781269603450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9078737437428784776.post-68302444696360315692008-08-07T08:25:00.001-07:002008-08-07T09:08:49.696-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SJsUJ1NzNbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-O2YSjBYl34/s1600-h/esperar5hc[1].PNG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231797551257302450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKFObMkDkEM/SJsUJ1NzNbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-O2YSjBYl34/s320/esperar5hc%5B1%5D.PNG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Esperamos ser rescatados de la profundidad del océano<br />Esperamos encontrar una luz en medio de tanta oscuridad<br />Esperamos que todo el hielo no se derrita a nuestros pies<br />Esperamos que se termine el odio<br />Esperamos que venza la paz<br />Esperamos que salga el sol<br />Esperamos, tantas cosas esperamos<br />Que de esperar olvidamos<br />Que en nosotros radica el cambio<br />Que la fuerza de la voluntad pesa más que la espera<br />Que ser mejor no es imposible<br />Esperamos que las cosas cambien<br />Mientras nosotros las miramos<br />Esperemos cambiar, mientras nos miran.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9078737437428784776-6830244469636031569?l=live-laugh-love-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>agushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14605091781269603450noreply@blogger.com1