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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-WqnfeUhI/AAAAAAAAASw/C-EoKqPGTt0/s400/noviiaaa+(L.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327642543102251538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVIAA MIIA :$&lt;br /&gt;TE QIIEROO  BAMDAA HERMOSAA :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-2098664959995427813?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2098664959995427813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2098664959995427813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/noviaa-miia-te-qiieroo-bamdaa-hermosaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-WqnfeUhI/AAAAAAAAASw/C-EoKqPGTt0/s72-c/noviiaaa+(L.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1392190231986119496</id><published>2009-04-22T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:13:11.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-WZndPzPI/AAAAAAAAASo/p_aBTCZ_HWE/s1600-h/GetAttachment16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-WZndPzPI/AAAAAAAAASo/p_aBTCZ_HWE/s400/GetAttachment16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327642251035135218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAS COOOSHASS , PARAA LAS CHEETAS ;)&lt;br /&gt;JJAJAA&lt;br /&gt;LAS ADOROOO (L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1392190231986119496?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1392190231986119496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1392190231986119496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-coooshass-paraa-las-cheetas-jjajaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-WZndPzPI/AAAAAAAAASo/p_aBTCZ_HWE/s72-c/GetAttachment16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-6697961493367633311</id><published>2009-04-22T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:12:06.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-WKmKCSNI/AAAAAAAAASg/PPjpf5hxCG8/s1600-h/Con+Mii+Espoosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-WKmKCSNI/AAAAAAAAASg/PPjpf5hxCG8/s400/Con+Mii+Espoosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327641992988084434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMOOO AMIGAAA (L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-6697961493367633311?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6697961493367633311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6697961493367633311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-amooo-amigaaa-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-WKmKCSNI/AAAAAAAAASg/PPjpf5hxCG8/s72-c/Con+Mii+Espoosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1278211983187679096</id><published>2009-04-22T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:09:44.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-Vd8KxdPI/AAAAAAAAASY/Cu-j8M_AAQw/s1600-h/dimeeeeeeeeeee6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-Vd8KxdPI/AAAAAAAAASY/Cu-j8M_AAQw/s400/dimeeeeeeeeeee6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327641225802642674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aventuras , Las Qee He Teniidoo &lt;br /&gt;Peroo Contiigoo No Deeboo Pensar IguaL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1278211983187679096?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1278211983187679096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1278211983187679096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/aventuras-las-qee-he-teniidoo-peroo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-Vd8KxdPI/AAAAAAAAASY/Cu-j8M_AAQw/s72-c/dimeeeeeeeeeee6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3320145922065928748</id><published>2009-04-22T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:06:27.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-U2VWEmiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ykjaxGrUvIw/s1600-h/sadasdsad+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-U2VWEmiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ykjaxGrUvIw/s400/sadasdsad+copia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327640545366153762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3320145922065928748?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3320145922065928748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3320145922065928748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Se-U2VWEmiI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ykjaxGrUvIw/s72-c/sadasdsad+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-784286614597410030</id><published>2009-04-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:29:29.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>» Te robaste mi corazon, con ese dulce besito de amor. Me abrazaste con tanta pasion, qe ahora no puedo, vivir sin ti no puedo. Tanto tiempo yO* te espere, como una loca yO* te soñe escribiendo canciones de amor qe a nadie cantaba porqe tu no estabas. i llegaste a mi como un regalo del cielo, i llegaste a mi i dejar de amarte no puedo. Lo qe me pidas yO* te dare hasta mi vida te entregare porqe te qiero♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Esta noche te vere , otra vez me encontrare contigo , qiero hablarte de mi amor , qe ya no puedo ser tu amiga. Se que Tú me escucharás , se qe Tú comprenderas lo que siento , qe conmigo bailaras i al oido te diré qe te qiero. Nunca imaginé qe me iva a enamorar de ti. OI QIERO SABER SI SIENTES LO MISMO POR MI ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Jurame qe aunqe pase mucho tiempo, nunca olvidaras el momento en el qe yo te conoci. Mirame, pues no hai nada mas mas profundo ni mas grande en este mundo qe el cariño qe te di. Besame con un beso enamorado, como nadie me ha besado desde el dia qe naci. Qiereme, qiereme hasta la locura, asi sabras la amargura qe estoi sufriendo por ti. Todos dicen qe es mentira qe te qiero, porqe nunca me habian visto enamorada. Yo te juro qe yo misma no comprendo, el porqe Tú mirar me ha cautivado. Cuando estoi cerca de ti yo estoi contenta, no qisiera qe de nadie te acordaras, tengo celos hasta del pensamiento, qe pueda recordarte a otra persona amada. Jurame qe aunqe pase mucho tiempo, nunca te olvidaras el momento del qe yo te conoci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-784286614597410030?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/784286614597410030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/784286614597410030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-robaste-mi-corazon-con-ese-dulce_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4010396611020869804</id><published>2009-04-12T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:51:04.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKaa8JtKxI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qMqCfCw2HrI/s1600-h/cn+mi+espo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKaa8JtKxI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qMqCfCw2HrI/s400/cn+mi+espo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323987497119460114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUOOOO (L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4010396611020869804?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4010396611020869804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4010396611020869804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/duoooo-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKaa8JtKxI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qMqCfCw2HrI/s72-c/cn+mi+espo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3243489960930322477</id><published>2009-04-12T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:49:28.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKZ6knoOyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GVZ2LDQJ0xA/s1600-h/Imagen006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKZ6knoOyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GVZ2LDQJ0xA/s400/Imagen006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323986941046700834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»Ese hombre ke tu ves ahi ke parece tan galante, tan atento y arrogante, lo conozco como a mi. Ese hombre ke ves ahi, que aparenta ser divino, tan amable y efusivo, solo sabe hacer sufrir., Es un gran necio, un estupido, engreido, egoista y caprichoso; un payaso, vanidoso, inconsiente y presumido; falso, malo, recoroso, kke no tiene corazon. Lleno de celos sin razones ni motivos, como el viento impetuoso, pocas veces cariñoso, inseguro de si mismo, insoportable como amigo, insufrible como amor. Ese hombre kke tu ves ahi kke parece tan amable, cariñoso y agradable, lo conozco como a mi. Ese hombre kke tu ves ahi ke parece tan seguro de pisar bien por el mundo, solo sabe hacer sufrir .♫ .•. «.•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3243489960930322477?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3243489960930322477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3243489960930322477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_9772.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKZ6knoOyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GVZ2LDQJ0xA/s72-c/Imagen006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-922324304795973579</id><published>2009-04-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:47:08.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKZUXWtwFI/AAAAAAAAARs/HA8IAl99Lbs/s1600-h/GetAttachmentfhdfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKZUXWtwFI/AAAAAAAAARs/HA8IAl99Lbs/s400/GetAttachmentfhdfh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323986284651069522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«.•&lt;br /&gt;*•••.• Hay cosas que se van, pero cosas que vienen, cosas que se encuentran y otras cosas que se pierden, recuerdos que deseas encerrar en el olvido, la tristeza que vive en tu interior nunca se ha ido, y no paras de llorar, todo es sufrimiento, ¿por qué todo pasa siempre en el peor momento? tus lagrimas se quedan disecadas, en un cuento de rosas, de las que ya no queda nada, y sientes como el corazón se rompe en trozos, la oscuridad te acompaña y es como sentirse solo, vacío por dentro y sin fuerzas para sonreír, estás triste pero intentas fingir que eres feliz, triste por un adiós, que no quiere irse, dentro de mi, la tristeza no desea extinguirse, a veces queda la esperanza, queda aquel quizá, te preguntas el por qué de lo que jamás comprenderás. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; •.»Si la vida te da mil razones para llorar&lt;br /&gt;demuestra kke tienes mil ii una para soñar&lt;br /&gt;haz de tu vida un sueño ii de tu sueño una realidad ♫ .•. «.•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-922324304795973579?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/922324304795973579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/922324304795973579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_4438.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKZUXWtwFI/AAAAAAAAARs/HA8IAl99Lbs/s72-c/GetAttachmentfhdfh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4416518383901584538</id><published>2009-04-12T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:43:42.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKYrmqWROI/AAAAAAAAARk/2npjqpWF61g/s1600-h/GetAttachmentcxvxcvxc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKYrmqWROI/AAAAAAAAARk/2npjqpWF61g/s400/GetAttachmentcxvxcvxc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323985584385311970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Si estamos con muchos somos gatas, sinno monjas. Si hablamos mucho somos insoportables, si hablamos poco aburridas. Si jugamos al futbol somos machonas, sinno somos re ''sorry''. Si nos vestimos de marca somos caretas, sinno villeras. Si no tomamos somos amargas, si tomamos somos borrachas. Si estamos solo con lindos somos forras, si no bicheras y si estamos con cualquiera, somos cualquiera. Si que SI, somos faciles, si decimos que NO histericas. Si nos gusta divertirnos somos trolas, y si damos vueltas, no valemos la pena. Si no es porqe somos flacas, es porqe somos g[/u]ordas si no es porqe no tenemos culo, es porqe no tenemos tetas.Si no es porqe somos provocativas, es porqe somos aburridas ,. Kee mierda pretenden los hombres?&lt;br /&gt; •.»aLgo rarO pasa en mii, creo ke me esttoii enamoraando dee ttii ♫ .•. «.•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4416518383901584538?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4416518383901584538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4416518383901584538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-estamos-con-muchos-somos-gatas-sinno.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKYrmqWROI/AAAAAAAAARk/2npjqpWF61g/s72-c/GetAttachmentcxvxcvxc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-6372759861402646090</id><published>2009-04-12T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:42:27.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKYYuPcEqI/AAAAAAAAARc/e2-GzXZC5wk/s1600-h/GetAttachmentghgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKYYuPcEqI/AAAAAAAAARc/e2-GzXZC5wk/s400/GetAttachmentghgh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323985260002415266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes ir solo, necesito de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Tu me sabes bien cuidar, Tu me sabes bien guiar,&lt;br /&gt;todo lo haces muy bien, tu ser muy buena es tu virtud.&lt;br /&gt;Como te puedo pagar todo lo que haces por mi,&lt;br /&gt;todo lo feliz que soy, todo este inmenso amor,&lt;br /&gt;solamente tu a mi vida, en mi vida te la doy.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no me dejes nunca, nunca, nunca...&lt;br /&gt;Te Lo Pido Por Favor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-6372759861402646090?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6372759861402646090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6372759861402646090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-me-dejes-ir-solo-necesito-de-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKYYuPcEqI/AAAAAAAAARc/e2-GzXZC5wk/s72-c/GetAttachmentghgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3880940924500366400</id><published>2009-04-12T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:40:03.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKX2_jN2rI/AAAAAAAAARU/6WuHJBbpSys/s1600-h/GetAttachmentddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKX2_jN2rI/AAAAAAAAARU/6WuHJBbpSys/s400/GetAttachmentddd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323984680533220018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»Siento la necesidad de estar contigo., una vez maas amor&lt;br /&gt;Una vez maas, Va pasando el tiempo amOr ,. Y no te olvido, te kiiiero conmigo, y no lo consigo,.Fueron tantos los momentos kee vivi y kee contigo compartii y no te puedo olvidar,. Kisiera poder volver el tiempo atraas&lt;br /&gt;Y poder empezar., Una vez maas,.es kke te quiero cada diia mas y no tenerte me hace tanto maL ,.pasan los días y sigo pensando en tii., es kke te kiiero cada diia maas y no tenerte me hace tanto maL,. pasan los diias y sigo pensando en tii,. es kke tu eres todo para mii ,. mi amor..♫ .•. «.•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3880940924500366400?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3880940924500366400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3880940924500366400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_5391.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKX2_jN2rI/AAAAAAAAARU/6WuHJBbpSys/s72-c/GetAttachmentddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-600399303055493068</id><published>2009-04-12T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:38:46.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKXFd8yxnI/AAAAAAAAARM/GeCveMCQHp0/s1600-h/100_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKXFd8yxnI/AAAAAAAAARM/GeCveMCQHp0/s400/100_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983829700101746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; •.»En eL amoor soii mui oriiginaal, &lt;br /&gt;no enamoro coomo oottras, conkiisto a mii moodo, &lt;br /&gt;amaar es mii ttaleento, &lt;br /&gt;tte voii a enamoraar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-600399303055493068?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/600399303055493068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/600399303055493068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_7594.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKXFd8yxnI/AAAAAAAAARM/GeCveMCQHp0/s72-c/100_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-7686281056995515063</id><published>2009-04-12T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:34:59.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKWeIsE5tI/AAAAAAAAARE/GA5Q-5Y8x6Y/s1600-h/Imagen004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKWeIsE5tI/AAAAAAAAARE/GA5Q-5Y8x6Y/s400/Imagen004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983153977943762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»Sho no piido un romance perfectto ,. solo tte piido un corazon muii sincero ,. otro golpee de la viida no aceptto ,. sho solo kiiero ser feliiz ,. pOrke en estta viida sha sufrii bastantte ,. Y TENGO TERMOR A EKIIVOKARME ,. sha no kiiero llorar solo kiiero amar ,. ii enamorarme de algiien kee me ame ,. pOrke sho kiiero ttener ttu amor ttoda la viida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-7686281056995515063?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7686281056995515063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7686281056995515063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeKWeIsE5tI/AAAAAAAAARE/GA5Q-5Y8x6Y/s72-c/Imagen004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5386691305194507379</id><published>2009-04-11T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:18:23.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFrS6trW8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/jqHshWF5XXc/s1600-h/1232974394287_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFrS6trW8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/jqHshWF5XXc/s400/1232974394287_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323654207271295938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5386691305194507379?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5386691305194507379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5386691305194507379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_5951.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFrS6trW8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/jqHshWF5XXc/s72-c/1232974394287_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-6529665930463670288</id><published>2009-04-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:15:26.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFqxVgcHTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EBSf3FNW3C8/s1600-h/1218514414388_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFqxVgcHTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EBSf3FNW3C8/s400/1218514414388_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323653630347975986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ree Loka Ree Mamada, Yoo BaiLoo Cumbiia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-6529665930463670288?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6529665930463670288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6529665930463670288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/ree-loka-ree-mamada-yoo-bailoo-cumbiia.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFqxVgcHTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EBSf3FNW3C8/s72-c/1218514414388_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1192393631886144953</id><published>2009-04-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:14:10.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFqgTFhZmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/a8d_V_cMe0I/s1600-h/1218071926176_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFqgTFhZmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/a8d_V_cMe0I/s400/1218071926176_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323653337640429154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fuue Imposiiblee Sakar ttu recuuerddoo dde Mii mentte , fuue imposiiblee Olvidarr qe alguun &lt;br /&gt;diia sho tte kiicee ttantto tiiempo paso dee akel diia kee te fuuistte aLLi suupee ke las &lt;br /&gt;despedidass son mui triistte, Nunkaa ImaggeNee qe Un tren ce lleBaria en su viajee akellas &lt;br /&gt;iluciones ke de niños nos juramos todos tus sentimientos los guardaste en tu ekipajje, Qisiiste &lt;br /&gt;consolarme ii me dijistte sho tte amo Desdee entomces no suupee qe seriaa dee Ttu Vviida , &lt;br /&gt;Desdee entoomces no suupe si algun dia regresabas Los amigoss del puueblo preguntarOn si volviias &lt;br /&gt;llorando di la espalda no les supe decir nada,, ayer ke regrese a mi pueblo alGuien me dijo ke sha &lt;br /&gt;te casasttee miraame ii diime si sha me olvidastte me marchare con Los ojos aguuadooss .. &lt;br /&gt;Despues le pregunte a la luna me dio la espalda e intento ocultarce asta la luna sabe q me amastee &lt;br /&gt;asta la luna sabe ke aun me amas.. Y vueLa vuelaa por otroo rumbbO Ve y suueña sueña qe el &lt;br /&gt;Mundo es TUYo, Tu ya no puedes Volar conmigo AUNNQE MIS SUEÑOSS SE IRAN &lt;br /&gt;CONNTIIIGGOOO, ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1192393631886144953?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1192393631886144953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1192393631886144953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuue-imposiiblee-sakar-ttu-recuuerddoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFqgTFhZmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/a8d_V_cMe0I/s72-c/1218071926176_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5057605148136988727</id><published>2009-04-11T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:12:54.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFqMq-SW3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hSfQrMCGISA/s1600-h/1216376625186_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFqMq-SW3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hSfQrMCGISA/s400/1216376625186_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323653000455150450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiciera LLorar porqe kisieraa deciirte las kosas tan Boniitas qe Yo siiento porr tti Mi Pobre realidad la tengo qe vivirr CaLLarr, SuuFriir ii Amartte lo llebo mui denntro dde Mmii . Veras Lo qe escriiBii Para cantarlo akii en esta cancion ke soLo es paRa tti , La Vvida es aSii No tiienee SoLuuccionn , ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5057605148136988727?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5057605148136988727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5057605148136988727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/qiciera-llorar-porqe-kisieraa-deciirte.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFqMq-SW3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/hSfQrMCGISA/s72-c/1216376625186_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5500426625241191812</id><published>2009-04-11T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:04:59.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFoTsP_yWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/oOpdno_85tA/s1600-h/1216830733427_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFoTsP_yWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/oOpdno_85tA/s400/1216830733427_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323650922033695074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5500426625241191812?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5500426625241191812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5500426625241191812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_8532.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFoTsP_yWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/oOpdno_85tA/s72-c/1216830733427_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1418527698716888493</id><published>2009-04-11T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:02:02.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFnP1FcOwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sfscMLDmvPA/s1600-h/1216472445031_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFnP1FcOwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sfscMLDmvPA/s400/1216472445031_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323649756174236418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo buusccabaa een ttu cariiñoo Un amorr ke no eeh teniido, ♥cuual Juuguette qe de Niiñoo coN EL almaa ambiiciioone, mas resulta cOmo todooss. Fue uun eRRorr avertte amadoo, cee me eskkapa de Las Manoss ttu roosaL qe es mii DeLiRioo,&lt;br /&gt;Y SABES QE SHO TTE QIIERO II TTU NADA, EEH ♪&lt;br /&gt;Lejoss esttaba de pennsarr qe Seriias mi ppenniittennciia Cuanto Tiiempo eh de LLooRarr, Pues dda caro la Experiienciaa,• Lejos estaba de pensar qe un amorr doliera ttanto tiiene Espinas el Rosall Y ♥ mi Alma esta LLooRANDO, ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1418527698716888493?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1418527698716888493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1418527698716888493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-buusccabaa-een-ttu-cariinoo-un-amorr.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFnP1FcOwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sfscMLDmvPA/s72-c/1216472445031_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3699925866874015414</id><published>2009-04-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:58:57.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFku14LZWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SqINunHSX60/s1600-h/100_8429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFku14LZWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SqINunHSX60/s400/100_8429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323646990428104034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomparable amor eres el sol el que le da luz a mi vida SI NO COMPRENDES DE MIS CELOS Y AGONIAS YA VERAS, LO ENTENDERAS. Hoy desperté y estabas a mi lado y en silencio y dibujé océanos de rosas con mis besos te amé y te amé llorando entre nubes de ternura no bastará, lo que te doy, incomparable amor.. ncomparable amor eres el sol el que le da luz a mi vida si no comprendes de mis celos y agonías ya verás, lo entenderás incomparable amor ven a mi lado y vivamos el momento y aquí en mis brazos sentirás lo que yo siento ya veras, lo entenderás, que es solo amor.. Yo se que los dos, vivimos un amor apasionado juntos tu y yo, volamos en un sueño hacia el pasado ya se, que el ayer, repita todos los buenos momentos de inspiración, de comprensión, incomparable amor.. Incomparable amor eres el sol el que le da luz a mi vida si no comprendes de mis celos y agonías ya verás, lo entenderás incomparable amor ven a mi lado y vivamos el momento y aquí en mis brazos sentirás lo que yo siento ya veras, lo entenderás, que es solo amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3699925866874015414?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3699925866874015414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3699925866874015414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/incomparable-amor-eres-el-sol-el-que-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFku14LZWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SqINunHSX60/s72-c/100_8429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3432506761335718806</id><published>2009-04-11T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:47:21.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFkMf2vJgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3vhyNleE8hE/s1600-h/Tee+Cansasteee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFkMf2vJgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3vhyNleE8hE/s320/Tee+Cansasteee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323646400400926210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3432506761335718806?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3432506761335718806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3432506761335718806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeFkMf2vJgI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3vhyNleE8hE/s72-c/Tee+Cansasteee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-7715022280446233504</id><published>2009-04-10T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:47:46.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA9BM63TDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/x6UJh8xdgeY/s1600-h/1224861136801_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA9BM63TDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/x6UJh8xdgeY/s320/1224861136801_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323321850409208882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.*•&lt;br /&gt;Siempre te qise, tambien siempre te qerre, no es dificil entender,&lt;br /&gt;porqe te cuesta comprender qe fuimos echos para estar juntos. No me importa nada mas en este mundo qe tu felicidad, peqeño mio, eres mi vida, eres toda mi alegria, la luz qe me guia en las noches de tristeza. Me haces falta. Extraño tu belleza, tu mirada llena de pureza, besar tus labios, despertar a las mañanas y qe estes al lado mio. Amor te extraño porfavor vuelve conmigo. Esperando qe me des otra oportunidad, dejame secar tus lagrimas, no te vuelvo a lastimar. Sos el unico al qe he amado, porfavor vuelve a mi lado. Te necesito... no he podido olvidarte...de mi corazon no he podido arrancarte y de mi mente no pude sacarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-7715022280446233504?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7715022280446233504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7715022280446233504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_6805.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA9BM63TDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/x6UJh8xdgeY/s72-c/1224861136801_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-900884771631312376</id><published>2009-04-10T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:46:37.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA8nw7jIRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Z10q6ttPST4/s1600-h/1219760932766_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA8nw7jIRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Z10q6ttPST4/s400/1219760932766_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323321413399159058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.•*&lt;br /&gt;*•. &lt;br /&gt;.•* &lt;br /&gt;*•.• » Jamas imagine&lt;br /&gt;que sucediera algo asi&lt;br /&gt;quien me lo iba a decir&lt;br /&gt;con lo lejos que estabas tu de mi&lt;br /&gt;tan solo en mis sueños fuiste mio no...&lt;br /&gt;Si estando junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;no me parece realidad,&lt;br /&gt;fuiste como una estrella&lt;br /&gt;que yo nunca pude alcanzar&lt;br /&gt;te alejabas mas y mas&lt;br /&gt;en la inmensidad&lt;br /&gt;Estoy tan enamorada&lt;br /&gt;que aun no puedo creerlo&lt;br /&gt;que estes a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;diciendome te quiero&lt;br /&gt;besando mi boca acariciando mi pelo...&lt;br /&gt;no me lo creo !♪ • .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-900884771631312376?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/900884771631312376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/900884771631312376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_1065.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA8nw7jIRI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Z10q6ttPST4/s72-c/1219760932766_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-774664598573472670</id><published>2009-04-10T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:44:19.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA8LUfqIMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/CZJkcvRoztM/s1600-h/1222616653578_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA8LUfqIMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/CZJkcvRoztM/s400/1222616653578_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323320924729647298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te quiero confensar...&lt;br /&gt;Tú me levantaste del suelo&lt;br /&gt;y le diste alegria a mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Tú me llevas a un sitio a volar&lt;br /&gt;tan alto que no me quiero bajar&lt;br /&gt;me siento en las nubes y de ti&lt;br /&gt;nunca me quiero alejar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De solo caer la noche yo pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;pienso en tu cuerpo de sirena&lt;br /&gt;pienso en tu carita que al cielo&lt;br /&gt;me hace subir quizás nunca yo te he&lt;br /&gt;dicho lo que siento por ti que si pudiera&lt;br /&gt;el mar te entregaria para que veas lo&lt;br /&gt;que yo siento por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú me llevas a un sitio a volar&lt;br /&gt;tan alto que no me quiero bajar&lt;br /&gt;me siento en las nubes y de ti&lt;br /&gt;nunca me quiero alejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que te amo tanto tanto&lt;br /&gt;que daria la vida por ti&lt;br /&gt;creeme te amo tanto y tanto&lt;br /&gt;que no puedo vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú me llevas a un sitio a volar&lt;br /&gt;tan alto que no me quiero dar&lt;br /&gt;me siento en las nubes y de ti&lt;br /&gt;nunca me quiero alejar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-774664598573472670?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/774664598573472670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/774664598573472670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoy-te-quiero-confensar_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA8LUfqIMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/CZJkcvRoztM/s72-c/1222616653578_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-2790609209984547755</id><published>2009-04-10T23:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:43:12.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA7-DWsELI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v6TCtFF8hZI/s1600-h/1218167395891_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA7-DWsELI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v6TCtFF8hZI/s400/1218167395891_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323320696790323378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-2790609209984547755?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2790609209984547755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2790609209984547755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_946.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA7-DWsELI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v6TCtFF8hZI/s72-c/1218167395891_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-7838106530408419857</id><published>2009-04-10T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:42:41.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA71y_e5nI/AAAAAAAAAPc/I9eiOy1-aK8/s1600-h/1221408809222_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA71y_e5nI/AAAAAAAAAPc/I9eiOy1-aK8/s400/1221408809222_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323320554959070834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despuès de analizar he visto qe en mi vida todo se convierte en tristeza y siempre termino siendo la perdedora. Una corazonada tengo y se qe se va a cumplir, tienes qe volver a mi lado para ser feliz, porqe? no entiendo porqe qeriendote como te qiero, me abandonas, me dejas, sin mirar atràs, porqe? no entiendo porqe olvidas qe siempre fui buena y màs no te pude qerer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-7838106530408419857?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7838106530408419857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7838106530408419857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/despues-de-analizar-he-visto-qe-en-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA71y_e5nI/AAAAAAAAAPc/I9eiOy1-aK8/s72-c/1221408809222_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-2603650541635510292</id><published>2009-04-10T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:38:25.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA63aLXq_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/KBBRBsFONrA/s1600-h/1223979599360_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA63aLXq_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/KBBRBsFONrA/s400/1223979599360_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323319483146152946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TeAmo significa ke te aceptto tal como eres, i ke no deseo convertirtte en nadie mas.- significa ke no espero la perfección en tti, al igual ke tú no la esperas en mí.-&lt;br /&gt;TeAmo significa ke te kerré i estaré a tu lado aún en los peores momentos, significa amarte en los momentos de desaliento, no sólo en los momentos alegres.-&lt;br /&gt;TeAmo significa ke tengo amor suficiente para luchar por lo ke tenemos i para no dejarte ir, significa pensar en tí, soñar contigo, desearte i necesitarte constantemente!&lt;br /&gt;TeAmo significa para Siempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-2603650541635510292?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2603650541635510292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2603650541635510292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/teamo-significa-ke-te-aceptto-tal-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA63aLXq_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/KBBRBsFONrA/s72-c/1223979599360_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-2986403025694177104</id><published>2009-04-10T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:37:24.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA6oJxoONI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ye7amH0naG4/s1600-h/1224174323355_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA6oJxoONI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ye7amH0naG4/s400/1224174323355_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323319221045180626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Tu que me haces soñar y a las estrellas llegar con solo pensarte tù qe me sueles llenar eres mi aire vital sin ti no respiro tu no te imaginas la falta qe me haces cuando no te tengo cerca me muero por llamarte ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-2986403025694177104?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2986403025694177104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2986403025694177104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_8348.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA6oJxoONI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ye7amH0naG4/s72-c/1224174323355_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-6113288351728228544</id><published>2009-04-10T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:36:30.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA6XnWFZXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/u2y7RVSbIpg/s1600-h/1228833072437_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA6XnWFZXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/u2y7RVSbIpg/s400/1228833072437_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323318936924939634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-6113288351728228544?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6113288351728228544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6113288351728228544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_7228.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA6XnWFZXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/u2y7RVSbIpg/s72-c/1228833072437_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1073645798745581417</id><published>2009-04-10T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:35:39.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA6NnlSzDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RV8RpZ8UYw8/s1600-h/1228568901509_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA6NnlSzDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RV8RpZ8UYw8/s320/1228568901509_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323318765190040626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Cuantas veces te lo tengo q decir&lt;br /&gt;que mi amor es solamente para TI &lt;br /&gt;que no existe en mi vida otro hombre&lt;br /&gt;que SOLO TU me enloqueces y me enamoras&lt;br /&gt;por q tu eres en mi vida la persona x la q soy feliz&lt;br /&gt;tantos hombres pasaron por mi vida&lt;br /&gt;pero ninguno como TU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[T&amp;F] Tee Amoo Mas Qeee A Nadaa :$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1073645798745581417?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1073645798745581417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1073645798745581417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuantas-veces-te-lo-tengo-q-decir-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA6NnlSzDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RV8RpZ8UYw8/s72-c/1228568901509_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1084231353684791071</id><published>2009-04-10T23:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:33:34.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5tg1SbTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZyvGmvxaioQ/s1600-h/DSC03135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5tg1SbTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZyvGmvxaioQ/s320/DSC03135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323318213622263090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.*•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      El dolor qe me aguanto no tiene consuelo te has ido al cielo angelito bueno. Sera qe ah sido un castigo de dios, sera qe en el cielo hay vida mejor. Pero igual me sangra el corazon. Sera qe en el cielo ya seas vendito, sera qe no vuelves jamas angelito. Dime señor la maldita razon porqe este castigo de qitarme su amor. Morir qiero yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1084231353684791071?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1084231353684791071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1084231353684791071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_314.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5tg1SbTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ZyvGmvxaioQ/s72-c/DSC03135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-6500062616359430872</id><published>2009-04-10T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:32:34.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5fHP4iSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3yXnkQYb0KU/s1600-h/1232373148986_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5fHP4iSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3yXnkQYb0KU/s400/1232373148986_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323317966236322082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.*•Yo necesito esos labios que ayer besaba, como el aire que respiro en mi vida me haces falta,como comprenderas no soy nada sin ti y me hace llorar estar lejos de tí . Amor, amor necesito yo tu corazón, amor , amor necesito tanto tu calor, amor , amor necesito el roce de tu piel , amor , amor necesito yo volverte a ver . Yo te recuerdo como a nada en la vida , fuiste todo lo más bello y OLVIDARTE NO PODRÍA, que te cuenten de mi que le rezo a Dios , que me ven por ahi extrañar tu calor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-6500062616359430872?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6500062616359430872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6500062616359430872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_7606.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5fHP4iSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3yXnkQYb0KU/s72-c/1232373148986_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3923037262161281467</id><published>2009-04-10T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:31:59.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5Tsav61I/AAAAAAAAAOk/QZUrYiTPu_Q/s1600-h/1227384946399_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5Tsav61I/AAAAAAAAAOk/QZUrYiTPu_Q/s400/1227384946399_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323317770055576402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.*•Dudas porque jamás te digo nada cariñoso, porque me encuentras distraida como una tonta y tú no sabes que en verdad es por tu amor . Dudas y te preguntas por quien hago estás canciones, quien será el que me despertará emociones y te aseguro que no hay nadie más que tú , solo tú .Y yo te juro no hay nadie que te haga ver el universo no , no hay nadie que te haga sentir con un beso así en el aire y que en sus ojos tiene puesto tanto amor . Y yo te juro no hay nadie y más que niño caprichoso eres un ángel , TE JURO NO HAY NADIE QUE IGUALE TU AMOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3923037262161281467?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3923037262161281467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3923037262161281467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_6927.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5Tsav61I/AAAAAAAAAOk/QZUrYiTPu_Q/s72-c/1227384946399_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-6587302897797080330</id><published>2009-04-10T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:31:13.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5I6sOLZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DXFlEx-qFt0/s1600-h/1233064643240_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5I6sOLZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DXFlEx-qFt0/s400/1233064643240_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323317584908397970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.*•&lt;br /&gt;Siempre te qise, tambien siempre te qerre, no es dificil entender,&lt;br /&gt;porqe te cuesta comprender qe fuimos echos para estar juntos. No me importa nada mas en este mundo qe tu felicidad, peqeño mio, eres mi vida, eres toda mi alegria, la luz qe me guia en las noches de tristeza. Me haces falta. Extraño tu belleza, tu mirada llena de pureza, besar tus labios, despertar a las mañanas y qe estes al lado mio. Amor te extraño porfavor vuelve conmigo. Esperando qe me des otra oportunidad, dejame secar tus lagrimas, no te vuelvo a lastimar. Sos el unico al qe he amado, porfavor vuelve a mi lado. Te necesito... no he podido olvidarte...de mi corazon no he podido arrancarte y de mi mente no pude sacarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-6587302897797080330?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6587302897797080330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6587302897797080330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_777.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA5I6sOLZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/DXFlEx-qFt0/s72-c/1233064643240_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3367013492608472963</id><published>2009-04-10T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:30:21.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA4ONf6E6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/ai-MIj3mK78/s1600-h/1229439987391_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA4ONf6E6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/ai-MIj3mK78/s400/1229439987391_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323316576344740770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.*•.*.&lt;br /&gt;*.•.*.Me enamoree otra vez como jamas pesee&lt;br /&gt;tu con tu risa borrastee mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;Me enamore otra vezii qe mas puedo hacer&lt;br /&gt;tu le distee sentiido a mi viida&lt;br /&gt;Contigo se me pierden los minutos&lt;br /&gt;ii se me forma en la garganta un nudo&lt;br /&gt;me siento como fuera de este mundo&lt;br /&gt;Y te metistee en el medio de mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;mee enseñastte a hacer canciones por tus besos, tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;porqe solo tu has podidoo terminar con mi soledad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3367013492608472963?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3367013492608472963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3367013492608472963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_7560.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA4ONf6E6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/ai-MIj3mK78/s72-c/1229439987391_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1964855741389690261</id><published>2009-04-10T23:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:26:15.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA3_C2wLbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yFohuJdyYQw/s1600-h/1230394693724_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA3_C2wLbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yFohuJdyYQw/s400/1230394693724_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323316315789733298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se qe te hice mil heridas casi imposibles de sanar, ii nadie gana la partiida pues tu alli ii yo aca. Cuando el orgullo no te deja entrar en tiempo ii en razon, aii qe callar suis qejas ii hacerle caso al corazon. Porque llorar , porque vivir asii, porque pensar para volver a mii.  Qe importa ya qe tienen qe decir sii vine ya, vine por tii solo por tii.&lt;br /&gt;No me mates mas con ese rencor, no me tires mas con la soledad, No hagas alianza con el dolor. Pues peor es mi realidad. Yo te doi hasta la luna con su resplendor, Te doii hasta MI sangre por Tu piedad, todo lo qe sea para qe tu corazon mire lo grande qe es perdonar.&lt;br /&gt;Si ya no duermes en la noche, sii tu sonrisa ya no esta, sii nada dejan los reproches, regresa ii no mires atrás…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1964855741389690261?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1964855741389690261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1964855741389690261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-qe-te-hice-mil-heridas-casi.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA3_C2wLbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yFohuJdyYQw/s72-c/1230394693724_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4118243861949692617</id><published>2009-04-10T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:25:33.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA315U0iYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/awBZHMs6LKw/s1600-h/1224595661309_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA315U0iYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/awBZHMs6LKw/s400/1224595661309_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323316158612670850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4118243861949692617?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4118243861949692617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4118243861949692617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_7758.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA315U0iYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/awBZHMs6LKw/s72-c/1224595661309_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-6144048132760767318</id><published>2009-04-10T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:24:58.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA3r306lQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8bBfPAFsslg/s1600-h/1225135235087_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA3r306lQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8bBfPAFsslg/s400/1225135235087_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323315986411721986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee miraree mientras duermes ii si acasoo se te escapa un sueño, lo rescatare por tii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-6144048132760767318?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6144048132760767318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6144048132760767318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/tee-miraree-mientras-duermes-ii-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA3r306lQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8bBfPAFsslg/s72-c/1225135235087_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4399682124981717235</id><published>2009-04-10T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:24:17.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA2-AEHqFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yd3Pk27bSIE/s1600-h/1228133363609_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA2-AEHqFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yd3Pk27bSIE/s400/1228133363609_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323315198348994642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; # . • Yo tte amoo ii esa es la verdad&lt;br /&gt;no saben kke ttodoo ,, ttodo nuesttro amor es puroo&lt;br /&gt;es fuegoo ii pasion ke no se apagaraa&lt;br /&gt;tte amoo ii tte lo juroo ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4399682124981717235?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4399682124981717235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4399682124981717235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_8268.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA2-AEHqFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yd3Pk27bSIE/s72-c/1228133363609_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-7572130410714663423</id><published>2009-04-10T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:18:41.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA2GnvUYaI/AAAAAAAAANs/DUcjNZaHdeM/s1600-h/1229870650975_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA2GnvUYaI/AAAAAAAAANs/DUcjNZaHdeM/s400/1229870650975_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323314246926492066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El destiino qiso ponerlo ante mii , no recuerdo nada, solo sentti&lt;br /&gt;Su mirada increíble como un rayo invisible&lt;br /&gt;No saber el camiino, me tomo entre sos brazos,  me curo las heridas ii lo amee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-7572130410714663423?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7572130410714663423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7572130410714663423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-destiino-qiso-ponerlo-ante-mii-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA2GnvUYaI/AAAAAAAAANs/DUcjNZaHdeM/s72-c/1229870650975_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1395465828702208257</id><published>2009-04-10T23:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:17:26.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA16YYcRlI/AAAAAAAAANk/ASeAAQXOW_I/s1600-h/1231950382492_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA16YYcRlI/AAAAAAAAANk/ASeAAQXOW_I/s400/1231950382492_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323314036645578322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qe IMPORTA la gente si somos TU &amp; YO ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# No es por nobLeza ni bondad qe estoy contigo, ni es soLamente porqe caLmas mis deseos, taL vez te cueste creer Lo qe te digo pero tu eres eL hombre de mis sueños, y no me importa Lo qe hiciste en eL PASADO qe nos amamos es Lo único qe cuenta, despúes de todo quien no se ha equivocado, amor, MI VERDADERO AMOR te amo exactamente como eres, simpLemente con Lo puesto con virtudes y defectos y qien me va a decir si debo o no, amor, mi verdadero amor, Lo mío es más profundo que eL deseo, tu me LLenas por COMPLETO y de Lo poco qe tengo, tu eres simpLemente LO MEJOR nada me puede hacer dudar de Lo qe siento ni otros ni Lo qe La gente diga, yo soi tan tuya y soLo a ti TE PERTENEZCO y para mi tu eres eL centro de &lt;br /&gt;mi vida ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1395465828702208257?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1395465828702208257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1395465828702208257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/qe-importa-la-gente-si-somos-tu-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA16YYcRlI/AAAAAAAAANk/ASeAAQXOW_I/s72-c/1231950382492_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-226498983451002077</id><published>2009-04-10T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:16:41.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA1v2IiH0I/AAAAAAAAANc/JgAIlpnWWwk/s1600-h/1233843851534_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA1v2IiH0I/AAAAAAAAANc/JgAIlpnWWwk/s400/1233843851534_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323313855653355330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;Qe lindo es el amor cuando llega de verdad, &lt;br /&gt;qe hermosa sensación qe te causa cuando esta,&lt;br /&gt;es una ansiedad qe no se puede aguantar, &lt;br /&gt;no te deja dormir, todo lo qieres ya. &lt;br /&gt;a veces el amor te enceguece hasta sentir&lt;br /&gt;qe hasta tu corazón no pertenece mas a ti. &lt;br /&gt;y no existe nadie mas qe te pueda importar,&lt;br /&gt;en este mundo los dos i nadie mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-226498983451002077?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/226498983451002077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/226498983451002077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/qe-lindo-es-el-amor-cuando-llega-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA1v2IiH0I/AAAAAAAAANc/JgAIlpnWWwk/s72-c/1233843851534_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-2226828961086497495</id><published>2009-04-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:16:05.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA1gCf3UxI/AAAAAAAAANU/hw7hR8yw42o/s1600-h/1232115600414_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA1gCf3UxI/AAAAAAAAANU/hw7hR8yw42o/s400/1232115600414_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323313584094532370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•´¨)&lt;br /&gt;. ¸.•´ ¸.•*´¨) •.(¯`•.•´¯)&lt;br /&gt;(.¸.•´ (¸.•` • ¤º.`•.¸.•´&lt;br /&gt;Lo voy hacer contigo sobre una estrella como lo soñastes; lo voy hacer contigo juro tantas veces hasta terminarte; deja que sea yo la que comienze; te voy a descubrir muy lentamente y dejame subir sobre tu cuerpo que te demostrare lo que yo siento y deja vas a ver que buena amante soy todos dicen que soy la mejor lo voy hacer contigo sobre una estrella como lo soñastes lo voy hacer contigo juro tantas veces hasta terminarte; lo voy hacer contigo volaremos y te lo prometo te voy a hacer feliz como principe de un cuento; y juro que te voy a amar como nadie lo hizo; deja que sea yo la que se mueva te voy a hacer gozar a mi manera y dejame soñar tanto he esperado para apretar tus pechos con mis manos y deja vas a ver que buena amante soy, todos dicen que soy la mejor; lo voy hacer contigo sobre una estrella como lo soñastes lo voy hacer contigo juro tantas veces hasta terminarte; lo voy hacer contigo volaremos juntos y te lo prometo te voy hacer feliz como principe en un cuento, lo voy hacer contigo sobre una estrella como lo soñastes lo voy hacer contigo juro tantas veces hasta terminarte; lo voy hacer contigo volaremos juntos y te lo prometo; te voy hacer feliz como principe en un cuento; lo voy hacer contigo .•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-2226828961086497495?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2226828961086497495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2226828961086497495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_4604.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA1gCf3UxI/AAAAAAAAANU/hw7hR8yw42o/s72-c/1232115600414_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3493103061786010209</id><published>2009-04-10T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:11:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA0c3TQCbI/AAAAAAAAANM/UQvOW8_Ofwc/s1600-h/1233504388584_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA0c3TQCbI/AAAAAAAAANM/UQvOW8_Ofwc/s400/1233504388584_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323312430037600690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3493103061786010209?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3493103061786010209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3493103061786010209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_696.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeA0c3TQCbI/AAAAAAAAANM/UQvOW8_Ofwc/s72-c/1233504388584_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3929419300577659501</id><published>2009-04-10T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:09:33.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAzalVK3pI/AAAAAAAAANE/G5g0jJDtmGY/s1600-h/1234910782369_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAzalVK3pI/AAAAAAAAANE/G5g0jJDtmGY/s400/1234910782369_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323311291342446226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acercatee te dire qeee,&lt;br /&gt;nadie te va tocaar como yoo&lt;br /&gt;nadiee te lo va hacer como yoo!&lt;br /&gt;Decidete ya cuando sera&lt;br /&gt;qe tu boca tocara mi boca&lt;br /&gt;dime ya qe tu me das,&lt;br /&gt;qiiero sentirtee, besartee, mi lengua pasarttee&lt;br /&gt;Vas a sentirtte biieem&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a pasarLaa biiem ♫&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3929419300577659501?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3929419300577659501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3929419300577659501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/acercatee-te-dire-qeee-nadie-te-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAzalVK3pI/AAAAAAAAANE/G5g0jJDtmGY/s72-c/1234910782369_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-7593639623076212258</id><published>2009-04-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:05:28.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAzGY5Dw0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/On9_767Nj1I/s1600-h/1235230456604_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAzGY5Dw0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/On9_767Nj1I/s400/1235230456604_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323310944405930818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•´&lt;br /&gt;`•.&lt;br /&gt;.•´&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;`•.¸.•´&lt;br /&gt;¸.•´¸.•´¨) ¸.•*¨)&lt;br /&gt;.•´ (¸.•´ (¸.•´¯`•..» Sii me ves kee toii perdiida o me siientes confundiida , Por favor acerkkate &amp; abrasamee ; sii me siientes muii disttantee o no río como antes , ven akii extiende tuu mano , abrasame; Porkee estando akii kontiigo ya no aii mas miedo, solo aii un camino &amp; estas tuu , Solo tuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-7593639623076212258?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7593639623076212258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7593639623076212258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_7556.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAzGY5Dw0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/On9_767Nj1I/s72-c/1235230456604_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5805891442782300083</id><published>2009-04-10T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:03:39.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAyRUasUiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/epFZB1pnk4k/s1600-h/1233705174743_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAyRUasUiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/epFZB1pnk4k/s400/1233705174743_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323310032671756834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está mal, no me toquen mas,&lt;br /&gt;la marihuana no se viene muy mala te hace ver otra realidad...&lt;br /&gt;Me escucho y sigo, porque mucho de lo que está prohibido me hace vivir..&lt;br /&gt;No me persigo, porque mucho de lo que está prohibido me hace feliz..&lt;br /&gt;Lo reprimido, cuando estas cautivo, te impide salir..♫&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5805891442782300083?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5805891442782300083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5805891442782300083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/esta-mal-no-me-toquen-mas-la-marihuana.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAyRUasUiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/epFZB1pnk4k/s72-c/1233705174743_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-45361116201722507</id><published>2009-04-10T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:59:14.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAxmvIBxOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/v-OYJ8EZwug/s1600-h/beeesooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAxmvIBxOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/v-OYJ8EZwug/s400/beeesooo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323309301106853090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»Te besaree hastta sentiirme tuyaa, &lt;br /&gt;eeh inventtare un mundO para lOs doss ♥♫ .•. «.•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-45361116201722507?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/45361116201722507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/45361116201722507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_9759.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAxmvIBxOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/v-OYJ8EZwug/s72-c/beeesooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1879652913691595661</id><published>2009-04-10T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:57:06.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAxH7-O-oI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmv0j45V420/s1600-h/por+mas+qe+trates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAxH7-O-oI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmv0j45V420/s400/por+mas+qe+trates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323308771979491970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1879652913691595661?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1879652913691595661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1879652913691595661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_8325.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAxH7-O-oI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xmv0j45V420/s72-c/por+mas+qe+trates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-873254281066710564</id><published>2009-04-10T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:54:33.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAwLIL_GFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/x46zM7CZaEI/s1600-h/DSC03193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAwLIL_GFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/x46zM7CZaEI/s400/DSC03193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323307727286376530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.*•.*.&lt;br /&gt;*.•.*.Fuimonos quitándonos la ropa, dejando los cuerpos desnudos sin nada. Fueron las manos buscando, qe linda experiencia los dos en la cama. Ya no sentimos mas miedo, nos olvidamos del frió, ii de mi boca un te quiero se enredo en tu pelo, justo al terminar .Fue nuestra primera vez, entre sabanas jugar, fue nuestra primera ves, un antojo del amor, qe no se puedo esperar. Fue nuestra primera vez ii no abra nada mejor, sin el hambre qe esconder, con las ganas de llegar los dos juntos a la vez.   Fueron qitando los dedos el jugo del cuerpo, los dos transpirados, fueron buscando los labios las partes prohibidas, qe lindoo mimarnos.♥♫ .•.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-873254281066710564?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/873254281066710564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/873254281066710564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_8130.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAwLIL_GFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/x46zM7CZaEI/s72-c/DSC03193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-8392583226086009708</id><published>2009-04-10T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:47:38.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAu0bkydyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KZjTjzFjUZA/s1600-h/asdsadsad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAu0bkydyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KZjTjzFjUZA/s400/asdsadsad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323306237842061090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No demuestro amor, eso es verdad, &lt;br /&gt;        pero me vuelvo una niña en cada beso qe me das. •*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-8392583226086009708?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8392583226086009708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8392583226086009708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-demuestro-amor-eso-es-verdad-pero-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAu0bkydyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KZjTjzFjUZA/s72-c/asdsadsad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1783186367103002039</id><published>2009-04-10T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:42:33.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAtpLm1PiI/AAAAAAAAAME/Cf83GuzVkag/s1600-h/y+mas+de+unaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAtpLm1PiI/AAAAAAAAAME/Cf83GuzVkag/s400/y+mas+de+unaaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323304945065475618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA LAS CHEEETASS ESAS JAJAJA &lt;br /&gt;YAA TU SABEES DUOOO &lt;br /&gt;DESCAMSOOS POR DEEOS :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1783186367103002039?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1783186367103002039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1783186367103002039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-las-cheeetass-esas-jajaja-yaa-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAtpLm1PiI/AAAAAAAAAME/Cf83GuzVkag/s72-c/y+mas+de+unaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-923812657115608970</id><published>2009-04-10T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:38:18.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAsk9IXqxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2z0iEanhVMA/s1600-h/qiieroooo+flaharrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAsk9IXqxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2z0iEanhVMA/s400/qiieroooo+flaharrr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323303772948507410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiieroo fumar ii por la lluvia nadar&lt;br /&gt;Qiiero flashar ii hastaa las nubes llegar&amp;#9835;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-923812657115608970?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/923812657115608970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/923812657115608970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/qiieroo-fumar-ii-por-la-lluvia-nadar.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/SeAsk9IXqxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2z0iEanhVMA/s72-c/qiieroooo+flaharrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-6175685858196435832</id><published>2009-04-10T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:19:22.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7y4Z-ziVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/q9e1fnnXUUw/s1600-h/eeaaa+voofii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7y4Z-ziVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/q9e1fnnXUUw/s400/eeaaa+voofii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322958860459411794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            # . Tras el umbral de mis errores ,, de mis ttemores,, de mis fracasos ,, tras las heridas del pasado ,,tras los amores ya olvidados. Tras la inocencia kke hubo un ddia ,, tras la ironia de akellos años solo ha kkedadoo un frio inmenso ,, la espina cruel des desengaño. II llegas a mii vidda como un sol,, como la suave ttransparencia ddel amoor ,, como el aroma de brisa en la mañana borrando ppara siempre mii ddolor. Volver a amar una vez más ,, nacer dde nuevo en tti ,, en ttu mirar ,, llenando conn ttu luz las sombras dde mii soledad. Volver a amar ,, senttir kke ya tte kedas juntto a mii ,, kke no me dejaras ii asi podre vivir ,, del ddulce amor kke ttu me ddas ♪ • .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-6175685858196435832?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6175685858196435832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6175685858196435832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_4108.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7y4Z-ziVI/AAAAAAAAAL0/q9e1fnnXUUw/s72-c/eeaaa+voofii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-7270509825118115869</id><published>2009-04-10T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:17:49.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7yjW2ZKlI/AAAAAAAAALs/9fsPgu88HPk/s1600-h/Sii+qeree+bialar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7yjW2ZKlI/AAAAAAAAALs/9fsPgu88HPk/s400/Sii+qeree+bialar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322958498841569874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-7270509825118115869?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7270509825118115869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7270509825118115869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_509.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7yjW2ZKlI/AAAAAAAAALs/9fsPgu88HPk/s72-c/Sii+qeree+bialar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-531423964401376885</id><published>2009-04-10T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:11:42.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7xBRSqQ-I/AAAAAAAAALk/XV9xcCghW2s/s1600-h/101_0097444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7xBRSqQ-I/AAAAAAAAALk/XV9xcCghW2s/s400/101_0097444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322956813722338274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLORESTTAAAAA . FLORESTTAA (8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-531423964401376885?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/531423964401376885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/531423964401376885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/floresttaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7xBRSqQ-I/AAAAAAAAALk/XV9xcCghW2s/s72-c/101_0097444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-7991948830359785820</id><published>2009-04-10T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:08:54.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7wKpW0ITI/AAAAAAAAALc/bKFwCMikimg/s1600-h/DSC03120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7wKpW0ITI/AAAAAAAAALc/bKFwCMikimg/s400/DSC03120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322955875289407794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que pasa afuera es reflejo de lo que pasa adentro. Nunca el problema está afuera, está adentro. Los conflictos que tenemos en nuestra vida, son reflejo de nuestros propios demonios interiores. Si estás derrotado en tu interior no encontrarás más que derrotas en tu vida, para encontrar algo afuera primero hay que encontrarlo adentro. A veces uno busca afuera lo que tiene adentro sin darse cuenta que las dos cosas son la cara de la misma moneda. Las tormentas, los huracanes, las inundaciones tremendas que están ocurriendo, están sucediendo también en nuestro interior. El mundo, el clima, la vida, cambia si cambiamos nosotros, para bien, o para mal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-7991948830359785820?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7991948830359785820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7991948830359785820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/lo-que-pasa-afuera-es-reflejo-de-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7wKpW0ITI/AAAAAAAAALc/bKFwCMikimg/s72-c/DSC03120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-843721595019410647</id><published>2009-04-10T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:05:51.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7voOhH8oI/AAAAAAAAALU/BejL1OC_vu4/s1600-h/Qn4Ishmr1Sjm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7voOhH8oI/AAAAAAAAALU/BejL1OC_vu4/s400/Qn4Ishmr1Sjm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322955283969340034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-843721595019410647?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/843721595019410647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/843721595019410647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd7voOhH8oI/AAAAAAAAALU/BejL1OC_vu4/s72-c/Qn4Ishmr1Sjm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3505966955617501182</id><published>2009-04-09T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:48:20.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd6zNL-Gl7I/AAAAAAAAALM/EWSVYSwkPb4/s1600-h/Imagen001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd6zNL-Gl7I/AAAAAAAAALM/EWSVYSwkPb4/s400/Imagen001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322888848731445170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi soy yo, nene, asi soy yo, loquita y solitaria pero tengo corazón. Asi soy yo nene, orgullosa y durita. La vida me golpeo y las cicatrices NO son pocas por eso mi corazón a veces es una roca. No es qe soy de hierro y el dolor no me toca pero en vez de llorar mi furia sale por la boca, orgullosa digo tengo gente conmigo y son contados con los dedos a quienes llamo amigos .•.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3505966955617501182?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3505966955617501182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3505966955617501182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/asi-soy-yo-nene-asi-soy-yo-loquita-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd6zNL-Gl7I/AAAAAAAAALM/EWSVYSwkPb4/s72-c/Imagen001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5489956258654087599</id><published>2009-04-09T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:46:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd6y2ykkAVI/AAAAAAAAALE/IX8KN75czI8/s1600-h/con+elllaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd6y2ykkAVI/AAAAAAAAALE/IX8KN75czI8/s400/con+elllaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322888463956312402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QEE TE PASOO CHEETAA REFUGIIADA&lt;br /&gt; QEE TE PASOO (8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5489956258654087599?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5489956258654087599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5489956258654087599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/qee-te-pasoo-cheetaa-refugiiada-qee-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd6y2ykkAVI/AAAAAAAAALE/IX8KN75czI8/s72-c/con+elllaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4496736948612006778</id><published>2009-04-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:01:33.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5-SIYQ42I/AAAAAAAAAK8/MZ5c5RmrPgc/s1600-h/vos+sabes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5-SIYQ42I/AAAAAAAAAK8/MZ5c5RmrPgc/s400/vos+sabes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322830659550503778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4496736948612006778?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4496736948612006778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4496736948612006778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_3148.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5-SIYQ42I/AAAAAAAAAK8/MZ5c5RmrPgc/s72-c/vos+sabes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4967918473036716384</id><published>2009-04-09T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:36:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd54RuLu2AI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gsnDiR_juDo/s1600-h/DSC03222(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd54RuLu2AI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gsnDiR_juDo/s400/DSC03222(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322824055448852482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me gustan los valiientes, los kee siempre van de frentte,&lt;br /&gt;los kke nos sorpenden y te atrapan dulcemente ♫ .•. «.•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4967918473036716384?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4967918473036716384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4967918473036716384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-me-gustan-los-valiientes-los-kee.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd54RuLu2AI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gsnDiR_juDo/s72-c/DSC03222(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-8226448101771227696</id><published>2009-04-09T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:34:39.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd534eUyC2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/M5aKpDcwu6o/s1600-h/Tooodas+(H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd534eUyC2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/M5aKpDcwu6o/s400/Tooodas+(H.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322823621695114082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAS AMOO AMIIGAS (L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-8226448101771227696?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8226448101771227696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8226448101771227696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-amoo-amiigas-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd534eUyC2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/M5aKpDcwu6o/s72-c/Tooodas+(H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-6937394364333262369</id><published>2009-04-09T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:32:46.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd53Wj7pnxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MBjE1Cm0Vjo/s1600-h/Dibujo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd53Wj7pnxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MBjE1Cm0Vjo/s400/Dibujo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322823039084764946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   •.»Siento la necesidad de estar contigo., una vez maas amor&lt;br /&gt;Una vez maas, Va pasando el tiempo amOr ,. Y no te olvido, te kiiiero conmigo, y no lo consigo,.Fueron tantos los momentos kee vivi y kee contigo compartii y no te puedo olvidar,. Kisiera poder volver el tiempo atraas&lt;br /&gt;Y poder empezar., Una vez maas,.es kke te quiero cada diia mas y no tenerte me hace tanto maL ,.pasan los días y sigo pensando en tii., es kke te kiiero cada diia maas y no tenerte me hace tanto maL,. pasan los diias y sigo pensando en tii,. es kke tu eres todo para mii ,. mi amor..♫ .•. «.•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-6937394364333262369?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6937394364333262369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/6937394364333262369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd53Wj7pnxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MBjE1Cm0Vjo/s72-c/Dibujo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-8776983140907897274</id><published>2009-04-09T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:28:44.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd51-dnoGHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/woPEVQzbQ28/s1600-h/DSC03100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd51-dnoGHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/woPEVQzbQ28/s400/DSC03100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322821525561677938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por ser mi amiga, por compartir momentos de tu vida conmigo, por confiar en mi, por contarme tus penas así como tus alegrías, por darme consejos, por aguantar mis desplantes, gracias por todo este tiempo que has estado junto a mí, por los momentos de silencio gracias. Si alguna vez te hice daño, perdóname. No fue mi intención. Si me he tardado en escribir estas líneas es por que no tenía la suficiente inspiración para plasmar con letras todo lo que significas para mí. Tu sabes que aquí estoy siempre que necesites con quien hablar, que necesites con quien llorar, cuando quieras desquitar tu coraje, igualmente si me quieres contar tu día. Confía en mi a ojos cerrados, pues no me importa nada más que servirte de almohada en las horas de sueño, y cobijar tu alma cuando tengas frío, de velar tu sueño cuando me lo pidas. Aquí estoy para cuando quieras una verdadera amiga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-8776983140907897274?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8776983140907897274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8776983140907897274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/gracias-por-ser-mi-amiga-por-compartir.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd51-dnoGHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/woPEVQzbQ28/s72-c/DSC03100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1691514647656118605</id><published>2009-04-09T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:24:10.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd51YG7S_AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6cYvgq8VsgA/s1600-h/Dibujo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd51YG7S_AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6cYvgq8VsgA/s400/Dibujo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322820866635136002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escúchame, no digas nada, sólo mírame a los ojos y deja que mis palabras lleguen a tus oídos, permite que mis manos te expliquen lo que siento por tí, que en un beso pueda decirte que eres todo para mí, que en una mirada intente describir la emoción que provocas al tomar mi mano. Escúchame, sé que no sientes nada por mí, que piensas que esto no puede ser, que existen mil pretextos para no arriesgarte, que crees que vas a llorar y sufrir una vez más, pero te has equivocado, porque si me regalaras una noche te entregaría mi esencia, te besaría como nadie jamás lo ha hecho, te regalaría mi corazón sin pedir nada a cambio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1691514647656118605?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1691514647656118605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1691514647656118605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/escuchame-no-digas-nada-solo-mirame-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd51YG7S_AI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6cYvgq8VsgA/s72-c/Dibujo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4659552691834866313</id><published>2009-04-09T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:22:23.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd51FzsGzUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s5HT41qQEIY/s1600-h/yo+no+puedoo+explicar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd51FzsGzUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s5HT41qQEIY/s400/yo+no+puedoo+explicar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322820552233504066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuántas veces sentí que mi mundo se venía abajo, que no me querían de verdad. Cuántas lágrimas habré derramado por esa desilusión, por mis desamores. Pero aquí sigo, me caí, pero me levanté con más fuerzas. Pensé que nunca más me iba a volver a enamorar, tenía miedo de entregar mi corazón, pero soy tan débil que no lo puedo evitar. Me ilusiono rápido y me enamoro con mucha facilidad. Soy tan susceptible a que me lastimen porque doy todo de mí, me entrego por completo. Lamentablemente, aún no aprendo. Y siento que me estoy cayendo, una vez más siento que muero, que ya nada tiene sentido, que no quiero volver a querer. Porque si para saber lo que es querer, tengo que sufrir lo que estoy sintiendo, prefiero no hacerlo. Tengo miedo, y es que me duele, me duele demasiado; tanto que no aguanto este dolor. No sé que hacer, qué pensar. Siento que me muero, que me arrancan el corazón. Y es que aún no aprendo a jugar con el amor. ¿Por qué para ellos es tan fácil? ¿Por qué no les importa lo que uno pueda sentir? ¿Por qué tienen que ser tan egoístas, pensar solo en sí? ¿Y yo, qué? ¿Dónde quedan mis sentimientos? Me siento mal, ya no le veo sentido a mi vida, siempre es lo mismo, una vez más la historia se repite. Y me pregunto yo, ¿será que algún día encontraré la persona ideal? ¿Cuántas veces no pensé haberlo hecho antes? ¿Y cuantas me equivoqué? Tengo miedo de volver a querer, de aceptar que estoy enamorada y que quizás sea un error más. ¿Cuántos desamores tendré que pasar? Tengo miedo, de que me hagan sufrir una vez más, porque no sé si mi corazón tenga la suficiente fuerza para aguantar una desilusión más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4659552691834866313?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4659552691834866313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4659552691834866313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuantas-veces-senti-que-mi-mundo-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd51FzsGzUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s5HT41qQEIY/s72-c/yo+no+puedoo+explicar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-49845533734897296</id><published>2009-04-09T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:10:48.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5xtxs9XnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PhwiaNIAlSk/s1600-h/DSC03127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5xtxs9XnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PhwiaNIAlSk/s400/DSC03127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322816840848465522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de las canciones que te pueda yo escribir un milagro misterioso tiene que surgir, para que alguien me vuelva a ver feliz, Choco con la misma piedra y me vuelvo a repetir y un error tan culminante pudo destruir , el amor y mis ganas de vivir. Como extraño tus locuras, tu forma de caminar,tus delirios peligrosos y tu forma de andar, por ahí cumpliendo sueños sin mirar. Es inútil que la vida me de otra oportunidad y si tus manos, ni tu cuerpo no me quieren tocar, si me caigo, no me vuelvo a levantar. Anoche después del trueno, yo salí a caminar, sin saber que tu fantasma me quería pegar, me tiro no me pude levantar. El reloj es una bomba, como un rayo de Plutón, los estudios, los amigos, la contaminación y ese aire, que me hacia respirar. Esta mojado y hace frío, es de noche en la ciudad, vitamina sigue triste, no le quise preguntar , Qué es dolor, Qué es perder, y Qué es amar? Es mas joven tiene pinta, el no te hace enojar, el no sabe cuando duermes, cuando dejas de hablar. Como yo, nunca nadie te va a amar. Quiero para siempre que te quedes en mi mente y que me vuelvas a vivir. Quiero que no olvides todo lo que necesito de tu amor y en la noche de las noches me veras caer,pidiendo perdón amor! Yo quiero el beso perfumadito de tu boquita pintada, que me llene de alegría, que se calme este dolor, y los efectos que nunca siento, son los rebotes del viento, que calman sueños, amor. Voy a sacar de vos mi presencia, voy a brillar por mi ausencia, voy a cantarle a la libertad, no quiero verte nunca más. Quiero escupir todo lo que siento, quiero perderme en tus sueños, voy a pedirte, el mundo. Y los efectos que nunca siento, son los rebotes del viento, que calman sueños, boquitas pintadas,boquitas pintadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-49845533734897296?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/49845533734897296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/49845533734897296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/pesar-de-las-canciones-que-te-pueda-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5xtxs9XnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PhwiaNIAlSk/s72-c/DSC03127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3342965927281160087</id><published>2009-04-09T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:05:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5xFDF5VuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ags3RyZyDBs/s1600-h/101_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5xFDF5VuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ags3RyZyDBs/s400/101_0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322816141141825250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONRÍO. Aunque la vida me golpee, aunque no todos los amaneceres sean hermosos, aunque se me cierren las puertas.&lt;br /&gt;SUEÑO. Porque soñar no cuesta nada y alivia mi pensamiento, porque quizás mi sueño pueda cumplirse, porque soñar me hace feliz.&lt;br /&gt;LLORO. Porque llorar purifica mi alma y alivia mi corazón, porque mi angustia decrece, aunque sólo sea un poco, porque cada lágrima es un propósito de mejorar mi existencia.&lt;br /&gt;AMO. Porque amar es vivir, porque si amo, quizás reciba amor, porque prefiero amar y sufrir, que sufrir por no haber amado nunca.&lt;br /&gt;COMPARTO. Porque al compartir crezco, porque mis penas, compartidas, disminuyen, y mis alegrías se duplican.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3342965927281160087?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3342965927281160087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3342965927281160087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonrio.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5xFDF5VuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ags3RyZyDBs/s72-c/101_0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-7327316152554523852</id><published>2009-04-09T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:03:56.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5wndN9gxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IWzmLH3tCJY/s1600-h/Buscandooo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5wndN9gxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IWzmLH3tCJY/s400/Buscandooo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322815632758899474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cansé de mí, de mis pensamientos, me cansé de llorar para sentirme bien, me cansé de pensar que vendrán tiempos mejores, me cansé de sonreír y decir Estoy bien. Me cansé de poner el mismo CD cada vez que pienso en vos, me cansé de tener que ser yo la que inicia la conversación, me cansé de preguntarte que te pasa, me cansé de tu indiferencia, de tu rechazo. Me cansé de caminar por las mismas calles, el mismo colectivo; el mismo tren, los mismos asientos, los mismos caminos; la misma gente; la misma rutina. Me cansé de mi ropa, de mis complejos, me cansé de llorar, de pensar, de sentir, me cansé de arruinar todo, de no iniciar nada. Sí, me canse de todo lo que me rodea, pero es cuando me canso de mí que empiezo todo de cero. Aprendí con el paso del tiempo a convivir con mi propio hartazgo, a remar contra mi rutina, a luchar contra mis miedos y a evitar los errores. Hoy puedo estar harta de mí misma, pero siempre te estaré observando. Porque aunque me canse de mí, aún no encontré la fórmula para cansarme de vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• En realidad no me cansé de vos, me cansé de no poder tenerte, que es muy distinto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-7327316152554523852?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7327316152554523852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7327316152554523852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-canse-de-mi-de-mis-pensamientos-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5wndN9gxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IWzmLH3tCJY/s72-c/Buscandooo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-574438027090852286</id><published>2009-04-09T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:02:08.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5vRurFrdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pc5bCFhTeV8/s1600-h/Dejamee+ense%C3%B1artte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5vRurFrdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pc5bCFhTeV8/s400/Dejamee+ense%C3%B1artte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322814159975722450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulce tentación de regalarlo todo, desde la A hasta la Z, del 1 al infinito y mas! Si es lo que lo hay. Dejar todo de lado y comenzar de nuevo. Empezando por no conocerte a vos, y terminándote conociendo otra vez. Dulce tentación de regalarlo todo desde la palabra hasta el beso, desde la mirada hasta el abrazo, desde lo que te di hasta lo que me diste, desde no conocerte hasta vivir con vos. Dulce tentación de empezar y terminar en vos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-574438027090852286?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/574438027090852286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/574438027090852286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/dulce-tentacion-de-regalarlo-todo-desde.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd5vRurFrdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pc5bCFhTeV8/s72-c/Dejamee+ense%C3%B1artte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5439062993726160748</id><published>2009-04-08T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:48:41.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1vxuVjMeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8uql3VdoXE4/s1600-h/DSC03123999999999999%2B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1vxuVjMeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8uql3VdoXE4/s400/DSC03123999999999999%2B.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322533234664485346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asii soy yo,Siempre tengo horas buenas,No me gusta andar con penas,Si te enteras kke estoy buena,Eso es cierto por si acaso ♥ ♫ .•. «.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.» no encuentro forma de olvidarte xq..yo sigo amandote..   «.•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»qiisiera vivir en sus brazos ii acerlo feliz«.•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»el amor es lo mas raro qe a podiido existir qiien de ti se enamoro..lo mas provable no le pones atencion ii a otra persona le das una flor,una poesia le entregas tu corazon see ocurre una desilucion,,pierdes la escencia ii la fe en el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.» es mejor ignorar al corazoon,,azle casoo a tu conciiemsiia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  •.» qe locura qererte como te estoy qeriendo me parece mentira pero no me arrepiento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5439062993726160748?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5439062993726160748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5439062993726160748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/asii-soy-yosiempre-tengo-horas-buenasno.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1vxuVjMeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8uql3VdoXE4/s72-c/DSC03123999999999999%2B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3493538704505930554</id><published>2009-04-08T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:44:21.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1vBFU6CTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tfQYT0BcgIc/s1600-h/100_8448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1vBFU6CTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tfQYT0BcgIc/s400/100_8448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322532399022213426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como voi a pedirle inocencia a tu alma si yo no soi una santa, como voi a pedirle pureza a tus labios si los mios ya estan gastados. Tal vez no seas el mejor hombre del mundo, pero eres el qe qiero. Con errores i virtudes fue qe te conoci i asi te adoro. Porqe no somos Dios para poder juzgar tu comportamiento i ahora solo te qiero para mi, sin importar tu pasado. Porqe a pesar de qe en tu vida no fui la primera, yo aprendi qe hai valores qe van por dentro, qe ni el tiempo ni nada los podran borrar, Y no me importa tu pasado, no me importa lo qe hiciste, ni las novias qe tuviste porqe solamente me interesas TU. Para mi es dificil, cambiar todo eso, pero qiero intentarlo, Para mi es dificil, pero voi hacerlo, porqe te amo, Se qe no tienes la culpa de qe hayan jugado con tus sentimientos, por ti yo luchare contra mareas i vientos aunqe me duela mucho qien dice que en la vida nunca ha pecado esta mintiendo, aprendi qe en la vida todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3493538704505930554?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3493538704505930554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3493538704505930554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-voi-pedirle-inocencia-tu-alma-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1vBFU6CTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tfQYT0BcgIc/s72-c/100_8448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5274489562446717081</id><published>2009-04-08T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:42:34.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1ud1VCTYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uWqyyIXuzDY/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1ud1VCTYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uWqyyIXuzDY/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322531793432366466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien que me sepa escuchar y que se de cuenta cuando estoy mal, alguien que me extrañe aunque hayamos pasado todo el día juntos, alguien que me invite a conocer esa vida que siempre imaginé, alguien que quiera vivir todo de a dos, alguien que note lo que siento solo con mirarme, alguien que solo por mí deje todo lo demás, que elija estar CONMIGO aunque tenga otros planes. Que llegue a sentir que antes de mí, ninguna otra existió, que sus amigos estén cansados de escuchar mi nombre, alguien que me escriba las cartas más lindas, a pesar de tener fea letra, faltas ortográficas y que solo tengan dos renglones; alguien que se mate por mí y a veces quiera matarme, que se convierta en la persona más dulce del mundo de vez en cuando, que haga de un día normal el más maravilloso de mi vida, alguien que solo me abrace cuando tenga frío y me llame para desearme buenas noches, alguien que piense en mi más de lo que lo acepta, alguien que sienta que se cae el mundo si discutimos, que agote conmigo toda su dulzura, que me haga reír hasta llorar y por sobretodas las cosas, tenga claro lo que siente por mí. Alguien que me transforme en la chica mas histérica, celosa y pesada del mundo entero, e igualmente me quiera así; alguien que diga que todas esas canciones de amor, lo hacen acordar a mí, aunque sea mentira; alguien que me diga que estoy hermosa aunque todavía no esté del todo despierta, que me diga que le doy los mejores besos del mundo, aunque haya habido otra mejor, que me diga que tengo los ojos más lindos, aunque sean iguales a todos los demás, alguien que piense que estoy equivocada y me diga: ''Sí tienes razón'', solo para dejar de pelear; solo quiero a alguien con quien pasar 5 hs. pegada al teléfono, y no se canse de escucharme, alguien que me haga sentir la chica más afortunada de todo el universo solo por tenerlo a él, alguien que me saque el mal humor y me haga sonreír a pesar de que esté mal, alguien que de vez en cuando se siente a leer todas mis cartas y mirar todas mis fotos, alguien que cuente los días que pasamos juntos, que me haga cosquillas y siga a pesar de mis gritos; alguien que me haga las mejores escenas de celos, sabiendo que para mí es el único, alguien que haga que vuelva a casa 7:30 y no a las 6, como dijo mamá; Que ame cada centímetro de mí, que me ponga histérica y me haga gritar y luego, terminar besándonos. Alguien que además de ser mi pareja, sea mi AMIGO. Que de verdad sienta lo que dice que siente por mí, solo quiero a alguien que no me haga sufrir, que no me cambie por NADA y me haga olvidar de todo lo demás.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando lo encuentre.. simplementee, Lo amare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5274489562446717081?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5274489562446717081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5274489562446717081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/alguien-que-me-sepa-escuchar-y-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1ud1VCTYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uWqyyIXuzDY/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4717727836702576513</id><published>2009-04-08T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:40:11.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1tuckj4BI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-gnQSXSHiaU/s1600-h/DSC03226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1tuckj4BI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-gnQSXSHiaU/s400/DSC03226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322530979332743186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»Tu mas ke nadie mereses ser feliz, ya vas a ver como van sanando poco a poco tus heridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; •.»Y dale alivio a mi alma, inyecttame calma,ke ttu no ves kke por tu amor yo me mueero paa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»LO kiiiero mas ke nunca,lo extraño mas ke antes,lo siento como siempre,aunke estamos distantes,Lo veo mas HERMOSO,lo noto kke ha cambiado,y ya es un hOmbre,aah madurado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»Tan lindO como eres,chikiitO bonito mereces kariño,.Tus ojitos son luceros,festejan ternura y estas enamoradO,.Por eso no kiiero engañarte vida mia,tengo mi dueñO,acostumbrate solO,.Tan lindo como eres,chikito bonito mereces cariño,te dare mi amor,.Tan lindO como eres,chikiitO bonitoo mereces cariño,seras para mi♥ ♫ .•. «.•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4717727836702576513?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4717727836702576513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4717727836702576513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_2101.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1tuckj4BI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-gnQSXSHiaU/s72-c/DSC03226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4166483579488488963</id><published>2009-04-08T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:37:53.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1tQ1B9kgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3D0SpYTLGOE/s1600-h/Inventareee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1tQ1B9kgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3D0SpYTLGOE/s400/Inventareee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322530470502437378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.»Esttas acerkandotte siin dartte kuentta kee miis ojos van siguieendo ttus pasos,. ii no puedo aguanttar eel ke kiiera disimulaar, esttoi muriendo por un abrazo,. kiiero conocertte, dejame perderme en ttu miraar, kiiero convencertte ke como yo ottra no habra,. Kiiero conocertte, dejaame perderme en ttu mirar, kiiero convencertte ke como sho tt amo nadie tt amara,. Hace ttiempo ke estoi observando, kiiero conocertte, ttrato de disimulaarlo, no pueedo aguanttar siin vertte,,si ttu me vieeras como esttoi, komo haces ttemblar mii corazon .. ke ttrato de acercarme ii no me atrevo,. Mee kausa miiedo el pensar de qe ttu me puedas rechazar, de qe no me kiieras komo sho tt kiiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»Ven ke no puedo mas,no puedo segiir asii,kiiero yo tus besos,kiero yo tu abrazo,kiero ke tu estes aki,por favor ven ke no puedo mas,sin ti no soy feliz,si se ke no te tengo,si se ke no eres mio,yo prefiero morir,.Y es por ti,kke no puedo olvidar,lo ke tu me diste ayer,porke me hicistes sentir,lo mas bello de un kerer y no puedo olvidar,el aroma de tu piel,ya no kiero respirar, kiiero yo morir de amor, y es por tii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4166483579488488963?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4166483579488488963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4166483579488488963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_4867.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1tQ1B9kgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3D0SpYTLGOE/s72-c/Inventareee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-9131669399455245293</id><published>2009-04-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:31:52.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1sHa7x5FI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cMimfk-8Em0/s1600-h/iluminandoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1sHa7x5FI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cMimfk-8Em0/s400/iluminandoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322529209366733906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Te robaste mi corazon, con ese dulce besito de amor. Me abrazaste con tanta pasion, qe ahora no puedo, vivir sin ti no puedo. Tanto tiempo yO* te espere, como una loca yO* te soñe escribiendo canciones de amor qe a nadie cantaba porqe tu no estabas. i llegaste a mi como un regalo del cielo, i llegaste a mi i dejar de amarte no puedo. Lo qe me pidas yO* te dare hasta mi vida te entregare porqe te qiero♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-9131669399455245293?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/9131669399455245293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/9131669399455245293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-robaste-mi-corazon-con-ese-dulce.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1sHa7x5FI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cMimfk-8Em0/s72-c/iluminandoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-8167903352199220484</id><published>2009-04-08T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:28:36.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1rNkPGDJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IMlHcOwfqFM/s1600-h/Hasta+Cuandoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1rNkPGDJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IMlHcOwfqFM/s400/Hasta+Cuandoo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322528215431253138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Jurame qe aunqe pase mucho tiempo, nunca olvidaras el momento en el qe yo te conoci. Mirame, pues no hai nada mas mas profundo ni mas grande en este mundo qe el cariño qe te di. Besame con un beso enamorado, como nadie me ha besado desde el dia qe naci. Qiereme, qiereme hasta la locura, asi sabras la amargura qe estoi sufriendo por ti. Todos dicen qe es mentira qe te qiero, porqe nunca me habian visto enamorada. Yo te juro qe yo misma no comprendo, el porqe Tú mirar me ha cautivado. Cuando estoi cerca de ti yo estoi contenta, no qisiera qe de nadie te acordaras, tengo celos hasta del pensamiento, qe pueda recordarte a otra persona amada. Jurame qe aunqe pase mucho tiempo, nunca te olvidaras el momento del qe yo te conoci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-8167903352199220484?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8167903352199220484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8167903352199220484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/jurame-qe-aunqe-pase-mucho-tiempo-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1rNkPGDJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IMlHcOwfqFM/s72-c/Hasta+Cuandoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-7928832806752739673</id><published>2009-04-08T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:26:34.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1qzGmU6SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9FPgf57hhkU/s1600-h/Nunca+me+atrevii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1qzGmU6SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9FPgf57hhkU/s400/Nunca+me+atrevii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322527760799033634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»Hoy voi a descubrir kke el mundo es solo para mi.,&lt;br /&gt;Ke nadie puede hacerme daño., Hoy voi a comprender ke el miedo se puede romper con un solo portazo., Hoy voi a reir porke mis ojos se han cansado de ser llanto., Hoy voi a conseguir reiirme hasta de mi y ver kke lo he logrado., Hoy voi a ser la mujer kke me dee la gana de ser., Hoy me voi a kerer como nadie me ha sabido kkerer., Hoy voi a mirar para delante,kke para atraas ya me doliiO bastante. Una mujer valiente, una mujer sonriente.♫ .•. «.•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-7928832806752739673?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7928832806752739673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/7928832806752739673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_4681.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1qzGmU6SI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9FPgf57hhkU/s72-c/Nunca+me+atrevii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1756986034126125241</id><published>2009-04-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:25:00.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1qX0YP3PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qn5oL2YtpF8/s1600-h/Te+qedas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1qX0YP3PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qn5oL2YtpF8/s400/Te+qedas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322527292051676402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- desde qe llegaste a mi vida, todo mi mundo cambio i por eso qiero repetirte, qe no hai tristeza ahora todo es aLegria, desde qe llegaste a mi vida todo mi mundo cambio i por eso qiero repetirte qe TE AMO, no hai paLabras para expresar lo qe siento si cuando estoi triste TU aLegras eL momento i por eso qiero repetirte qe te amo,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1756986034126125241?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1756986034126125241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1756986034126125241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/desde-qe-llegaste-mi-vida-todo-mi-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1qX0YP3PI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qn5oL2YtpF8/s72-c/Te+qedas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-1872698788693292432</id><published>2009-04-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:22:18.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1pyoRo7_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/918wAljyry4/s1600-h/regalamee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1pyoRo7_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/918wAljyry4/s400/regalamee.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322526653147574258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♪&lt;br /&gt;´¨) &lt;br /&gt;¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) &lt;br /&gt;(¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ &lt;br /&gt;No se si para bien o para mal pero aprendí a callar cuando en verdad quería gritar, aprendí a ser fuerte cuando todo iba mal, aprendí a mirar el futuro con otros ojos y sin vos. No te puedo decir que fue fácil aprender a vivir asi, pero fue mas fácil para no volver a caer. No aprendas de mi te lo pido por favor! Lucha siempre por lo que quieres no calles nunca y se fuerte ante toda situación asi como me enseñaste vos lo cual yo nunca tome en cuenta. No se si para bien o para mal pero otra vez escucho de vos las mismas palabras que cuando en esta historia éramos solo dos, hoy camino firme y ya no quiero nada de vos por que sinceramente no quiero volver a caer en tu trampa, una sola vez, para bien o para mal yo fui tuya y te amé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-1872698788693292432?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1872698788693292432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/1872698788693292432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_4209.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1pyoRo7_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/918wAljyry4/s72-c/regalamee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3958367211545606308</id><published>2009-04-08T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:20:44.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1pMPbeBlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nnpMU3AYPi0/s1600-h/DSC03139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1pMPbeBlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nnpMU3AYPi0/s400/DSC03139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525993642886738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que de los errores se aprende, pero cuando un error lastima a otro y deja una marca, ¿de que sirve la leccion cuando el error que cometiste no tiene solucion? Cuando cometés un error que pone en peligro a los que amas, cuando el error puede ser mortal, cuando un error estupido te marca para toda la vida, cuando un error no tiene perdón, cuando ya es demasiado tarde y por mas que hagas lo que hagas no podes reparar tu error, solo se puede llorar, porque hay errores que no tienen arreglo. Un corazón roto, es como esa botella que se rompio en el verano, partida en pedazos, ya no se puede reparar. Son errores fatales, errores imperdonables, errores que nos torturan toda la vida, desesperados intentamos reparar ese error, hacer algo que al menos pueda enmendar en parte de todo lo que hicimos. Hay errores que cambian tu vida para siempre, hay errores inesperados fuera de todo calculo, son errores que no tienen arreglo. Por arreglar ciertos errores uno daria su vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3958367211545606308?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3958367211545606308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3958367211545606308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/dicen-que-de-los-errores-se-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1pMPbeBlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nnpMU3AYPi0/s72-c/DSC03139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5529087868044570207</id><published>2009-04-08T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:18:18.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1ozXSjmrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_a0-_TICgIY/s1600-h/101_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1ozXSjmrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_a0-_TICgIY/s400/101_0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525566256257714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de todo; ayer comprendí que en algunas ocasiones no puedo hacer nada, solamente esperar a que la tempestad calme y mirar las cosas con otros ojos, cambiar mi perspectiva para tranquilizar la situación para poder sobrellevarla mejor. Y después de las situaciones difíciles tal vez pueda decir que 'lo pasé' que ya no volveré más a cometer errores, que ya está. Que ese consejo de amiga me sirvió , porque cuando llovió, paró.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5529087868044570207?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5529087868044570207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5529087868044570207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/despues-de-todo-ayer-comprendi-que-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1ozXSjmrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_a0-_TICgIY/s72-c/101_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5323521993938571619</id><published>2009-04-08T20:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:15:31.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1oERQkN2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/rW04FaAwpJU/s1600-h/Tu+amor+me+bastaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1oERQkN2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/rW04FaAwpJU/s400/Tu+amor+me+bastaaa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322524757183444834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.»Hagamos un trato, un pacto secreto, de nosotros dos. Qiero qe cuentes conmigo, contar yo contigo de aqí hasta el final. Tú, serás para mi, te vas a encargar de hacerme feliz . Yo, seré para ti, me voi a encargar de hacerte aún más feliz. Vamos hagamos un trato, un dulce contrato qe qiero cumplir te vas a encargar de hacerme feliz . Yo, me voi a encargar de hacerte aún más feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;´¨) &lt;br /&gt;¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) &lt;br /&gt;(¸.•´ (¸.•` &lt;br /&gt;El amor de mi vida, Sabe qe mi amor le pertenece i cada beso me fortalece i mi aire sale de su risa, Yo qe andaba tan triste i desconsolada i te me apareciste con tu sonrisa alegrandome la vida, tu curaste las heridas qe el pasado habia dejado i de la tierra al cielo, el amor qe me has brindado me mantiene ilusionada, entregandote mi vida, i este amor qe siento, solo dios podra acabarlo pero dios sabe qe te amo, i se qe el esta de acuerdo. Yo qe hace tanto tiempo estaba esperando una mirada tuya para decirte qe ME MUERO POR TENERTE A MI LADO PARA SIEMPRE para qererte, para qererte, para decirte qe ERES EL AMOR DE MI VIDA ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5323521993938571619?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5323521993938571619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5323521993938571619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_9077.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1oERQkN2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/rW04FaAwpJU/s72-c/Tu+amor+me+bastaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-2996952663600678668</id><published>2009-04-08T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:13:36.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1nmR_me-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ixGoAWo3hOs/s1600-h/DSC03393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1nmR_me-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ixGoAWo3hOs/s400/DSC03393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322524241984650210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yo estoi enamorada, me siento enamorada&lt;br /&gt;        yo no qiero qe termine qe termine nuestro idilio&lt;br /&gt;          yo no qiero qe termine, qe termine si es bonito&lt;br /&gt;      Ay la vida a mi me a mandado lo qe yo habia deseado&lt;br /&gt;        todo el tiempo el me dice i repite qe me ama&lt;br /&gt;          i yo contenta le digo, te has metido aqi en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;            cuando menos espera le llega el amor qe DIOS tiene parauno&lt;br /&gt;              tu llegaste a mi lado mi rei en el momento mas oportuno&lt;br /&gt;            bendito sea mi DIOS si es por el qe yo nací de nuevo en el mundo&lt;br /&gt;                es lindo mui bonito i mui bello i qe nos alejemos lo dudo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-2996952663600678668?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2996952663600678668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2996952663600678668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-estoi-enamorada-me-siento-enamorada.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1nmR_me-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ixGoAWo3hOs/s72-c/DSC03393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-8299561562619310055</id><published>2009-04-08T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:11:14.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1mq1NYLKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/99gF_5mU7rg/s1600-h/100_8418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1mq1NYLKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/99gF_5mU7rg/s400/100_8418.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322523220645522594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; •.»Se Ke soy un chica dificil de entender&lt;br /&gt;Ke siempre te digo qe esta todo bien&lt;br /&gt;Ke siempre me rio de lo qe pensas&lt;br /&gt;Y no me hago problema si esta todo mal.&lt;br /&gt;Decis ke te molesta mi manera de actuar&lt;br /&gt;Y tus pensamientos te hacen dudar&lt;br /&gt;Ke yo nunca estoy cuando me necesitas&lt;br /&gt;Y no me importa nada qe te pueda pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no te preocupes mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Kiza vos siempre tengas razon&lt;br /&gt;Pero no puedo cambiar, Porke ya soy ASI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-8299561562619310055?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8299561562619310055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/8299561562619310055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_890.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1mq1NYLKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/99gF_5mU7rg/s72-c/100_8418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-744118119075141990</id><published>2009-04-08T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:06:53.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1mFXeyOCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s2XxwjE_Aow/s1600-h/DSC03183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1mFXeyOCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s2XxwjE_Aow/s400/DSC03183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322522577010309154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo tu conoces bien los secretos de mi corazon, la mirada bastara para decirnos la verdad, solo tu me haces reir como nadie lo hara. Tu conoces mi dolor, mi silencio y mi soñar, amiga qerida tan fiel y tan mi amiga. Yo siempre voy a estar como tu por mi estaras, cuando todo este bien o mal para reir, para llorar y yo siempre voy a estar como tu por mi estaras nadie nos separara. AMIGAS POR LA ETERNIDAD. Cuando todo pierde sentido tu siempre estas conmigo dibujandome un camino lleno de luz y de amor, solo te pido un favor no te apartes de mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;todo se puede soportar solo si conmigo estas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» No puedo darte soluciones para todos los problemas de la vida, ni tengo respuestas para tus dudas o temores, pero puedo escucharte y buscarlas junto a ti. No puedo cambiar tu pasado ni tu futuro, pero cuando me necesites estarè junto a ti. No puedo evitar que tropieces, pero puedo ofrecerte mi mano para que no te caigas. Tus alegrías no son mìas, pero disfruto sinceramente cuando te veo Feliz. No juzgo las decisiones que tomas en la vida, me limito a apoyarte y a ayudarte si me lo pides. No puedo evitar tus sufrimientos cuando alguna pena te parta el corazón, pero puedo llorar contigo. No puedo decirte quien eres ni quien deberìas ser, solamente puedo qererte como sos y ser tu AMIGA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-744118119075141990?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/744118119075141990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/744118119075141990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/solo-tu-conoces-bien-los-secretos-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1mFXeyOCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s2XxwjE_Aow/s72-c/DSC03183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-4326992383611095966</id><published>2009-04-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:05:11.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1k8B54gDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FisLpXvZyIg/s1600-h/Dejasttee+las+mu%C3%B1eqas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1k8B54gDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FisLpXvZyIg/s400/Dejasttee+las+mu%C3%B1eqas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322521317087936562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEJASTES LAS MUÑECAS DE LADOOO&lt;br /&gt;Y TU MUNDO ROSADOO, YA CAMBIO DE COLOR&lt;br /&gt;II LA MUJER QE EN TII SE ESCONDIIA &lt;br /&gt;DESPERTOO A LA VIDA II PIENSA EN EL AMOR (...)&lt;br /&gt;LA PRINCESIITA SUEÑAA, SUEÑA CON SER REIINA&lt;br /&gt;Y FRENTEE AL ESPEJO SE PINTA LOS LABIOS &lt;br /&gt;SUU PELO DE LUNA .. SE SUBEE A SU NUBEE&lt;br /&gt;II SALEE A LA VIDA A ROMPER CORAZONES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-4326992383611095966?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4326992383611095966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/4326992383611095966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/dejastes-las-munecas-de-ladooo-y-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1k8B54gDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FisLpXvZyIg/s72-c/Dejasttee+las+mu%C3%B1eqas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-9157748947391868240</id><published>2009-04-08T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:59:19.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1j3M9U6jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vslOZ8OSlZY/s1600-h/Flor+Dee+FLORESTAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1j3M9U6jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vslOZ8OSlZY/s400/Flor+Dee+FLORESTAAAA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322520134644197938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existen las malas lenguas ii envidiosas&lt;br /&gt;qe a una la difrasan de lo peor&lt;br /&gt;See qe andan diciendoo qe atorrantaaa&lt;br /&gt;mira a esa a otro ya encontroo&lt;br /&gt;Dicen qe no se perder el tiempoo&lt;br /&gt;Porqe un nuevo hombre tengoo hoii&lt;br /&gt;Andan hablandoo solo de bronca&lt;br /&gt;porqe NO tienen al hombre qe tengo yoo!&lt;br /&gt;No alqiilo mi cuerpoo, nii lo vendoo&lt;br /&gt;cuando lo entregoo lo hago por amor&lt;br /&gt;Y por lo qe digan no me ofendoo&lt;br /&gt;Qiien mee conoce sabee lo qe soii&lt;br /&gt;SOLO ES LA ENVIDIA QE HABLA SIN RAZON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-9157748947391868240?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/9157748947391868240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/9157748947391868240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/existen-las-malas-lenguas-ii-envidiosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1j3M9U6jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vslOZ8OSlZY/s72-c/Flor+Dee+FLORESTAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3691374097128613975</id><published>2009-04-08T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:55:32.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1is3XnmMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9g9NCa8uYCc/s1600-h/Flor+Dee+FL(H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1is3XnmMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9g9NCa8uYCc/s400/Flor+Dee+FL(H.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322518857538574530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy pensando en una historia&lt;br /&gt;Que no sea para pensar&lt;br /&gt;Estoy pensando en la vida&lt;br /&gt;Para no pensar más&lt;br /&gt;Si querés acompañarme no lo dudes&lt;br /&gt;vamos que se enciende&lt;br /&gt;-Si querés, si querés -Nos qedamos acá&lt;br /&gt;Si querés, si querés -Nos mudamos al mar&lt;br /&gt;una ii otra ves estoii flipadoo hablando con mi mente &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, hoy, yo sigo caminando solo&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, hoy mas lindo es fumando un poco&lt;br /&gt;hoy te voy a olvidar hoy en ti no voy a&lt;br /&gt;pensar más! &lt;strong&gt;Estoy en un estado&lt;br /&gt;particular. Es que me río del mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me subo al auto -No sé donde manejar&lt;br /&gt;Si me subo al micro -No sé donde viajar&lt;br /&gt;Estoy en un estado particular&lt;br /&gt;Estoy mirando al mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3691374097128613975?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3691374097128613975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3691374097128613975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/estoy-pensando-en-una-historia-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1is3XnmMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9g9NCa8uYCc/s72-c/Flor+Dee+FL(H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-2401142339989903882</id><published>2009-04-08T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:50:01.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1h7Fxo-PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/W8m4kqhbZkY/s1600-h/Floor+Del+Barrio+Floresta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1h7Fxo-PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/W8m4kqhbZkY/s400/Floor+Del+Barrio+Floresta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322518002412353778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qee Les Importaa Sii Mi vida es unma loqura&lt;br /&gt;Miran Todos Y Se Preguntan Esta Piibaa Noo Tiene Cura&lt;br /&gt; LOCURAAAA (8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-2401142339989903882?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2401142339989903882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/2401142339989903882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/qee-les-importaa-sii-mi-vida-es-unma.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1h7Fxo-PI/AAAAAAAAAG8/W8m4kqhbZkY/s72-c/Floor+Del+Barrio+Floresta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-3682227270975852754</id><published>2009-04-08T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:47:16.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1hrEyIbCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jN48Jmn1NNY/s1600-h/sii+me+cansee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1hrEyIbCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jN48Jmn1NNY/s400/sii+me+cansee.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322517727268072482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-3682227270975852754?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3682227270975852754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/3682227270975852754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1hrEyIbCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jN48Jmn1NNY/s72-c/sii+me+cansee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504111763244667649.post-5822651065893832717</id><published>2009-04-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:45:29.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1f8skaL0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_CbcHSSHwNE/s1600-h/Eres+tan....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1f8skaL0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_CbcHSSHwNE/s400/Eres+tan....JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322515830982455106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos mee dicen qe en cuestiones del amor, eres chiqoo complicadoo&lt;br /&gt;Eres celoso, un poqo caprichosoo ii te enojas por nada&lt;br /&gt;Y la verda qe ya me esta dando miedo de todo lo qe dicen&lt;br /&gt;pero te qiieroo ii un amor como el tuyo no cualqiiera lo consiige&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los dias ii yo estoi comprobando qe lo qe han dicho es cierto&lt;br /&gt;qe te complicas por todo lo qe hagoo ii hasta me qiieres muerta&lt;br /&gt;Sii en la semana discutes con tu hermana pagoo las consecuenciias&lt;br /&gt;Eres mii niñoo, tan complicadoo, mii dulcee enamoradoo.&lt;br /&gt;Niño complicadoo no compliqes nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;Niño compliocado qe sufre mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;te complicaas cuando  estoii, te complicas sii no voi, eres tan complicadoo&lt;br /&gt;Si no llamo tu te enojas, sii te llamo soi pesada&lt;br /&gt;TU AMOR ES TAN COMPLICADOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4504111763244667649-5822651065893832717?l=flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5822651065893832717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4504111763244667649/posts/default/5822651065893832717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flordeeflorestta.blogspot.com/2009/04/todos-mee-dicen-qe-en-cuestiones-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor.Deel.Barrio.Florestta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13281752419536212318</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ET3ogxj1Fck/Sd1f8skaL0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_CbcHSSHwNE/s72-c/Eres+tan....JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
