tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752140710573370242024-03-05T05:31:52.567-08:00Prentending we're all grown up ~Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-63121133111284466102010-12-08T17:58:00.000-08:002010-12-08T17:59:40.951-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlsAQ1Rm64v1B7DgbAItM7WHs4TI7_D5km5_M5swmvmlfgKVWCUyz-Z0gg15iZrFh8Yzm08JmBa3vKLh17NWnT-0z3FnOxtLCyIkhPEGkADas7ehJIkZ424MPedPz2ZQ7fGX4G4AMd8Q/s1600/60291_1520321859781_1586606734_31260012_7524406_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548496320938865522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlsAQ1Rm64v1B7DgbAItM7WHs4TI7_D5km5_M5swmvmlfgKVWCUyz-Z0gg15iZrFh8Yzm08JmBa3vKLh17NWnT-0z3FnOxtLCyIkhPEGkADas7ehJIkZ424MPedPz2ZQ7fGX4G4AMd8Q/s400/60291_1520321859781_1586606734_31260012_7524406_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">LOVE AND OTHER DRUGS...</span></strong></div><br /><div></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-31888724099794350792010-11-30T17:56:00.000-08:002010-11-30T18:01:43.719-08:00Vamos juntos en picadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XTvXot-NZHs2K8iNMT3PHxU9XpHEC1RjcBKcLlHG-7DDDp_hFIfMGv45uRgKPW6kafIRbHhrgyx3uNYHhBLpFVkkDbgh1muuIYgMj0bNTlWZc6W4ljsEQnAiFRVe3zAaa5S1WDpmvVE/s1600/61158_1519126909908_1586606734_31257615_3261982_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545528018736050786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XTvXot-NZHs2K8iNMT3PHxU9XpHEC1RjcBKcLlHG-7DDDp_hFIfMGv45uRgKPW6kafIRbHhrgyx3uNYHhBLpFVkkDbgh1muuIYgMj0bNTlWZc6W4ljsEQnAiFRVe3zAaa5S1WDpmvVE/s400/61158_1519126909908_1586606734_31257615_3261982_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-17495769659926670552010-08-22T19:55:00.000-07:002010-12-08T18:06:41.590-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQkepPiOqcuIeXVe71G3fWc6NxrhbCWudS9jyce-fHitNHk-NjxdBWAtyGtUKHxmpgjAoCO1LxSlMBDTIYqiQ8xzuOMv5UiB1LXpoMNAT6SJXPvM18kgrcRqDtVnCbY2aiMnI86_bFp0Q/s1600/39130_1520164731466_1454971356_1342176_5297939_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548498155157245250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQkepPiOqcuIeXVe71G3fWc6NxrhbCWudS9jyce-fHitNHk-NjxdBWAtyGtUKHxmpgjAoCO1LxSlMBDTIYqiQ8xzuOMv5UiB1LXpoMNAT6SJXPvM18kgrcRqDtVnCbY2aiMnI86_bFp0Q/s400/39130_1520164731466_1454971356_1342176_5297939_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Aquello no me gustaba. No me gustaba la forma en que cerraba los ojos, como si le doliera la simple mención de sus lazos; mas que disgusto, comprendí que lo que yo sentía era odio, odiaba cualquier cosa que le hiciera daño. La odiaba con ferocidad. Había llegado a la conclusión de que me odiaba a mi misma.</span></strong></em></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></em></strong></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-43093714394562774442010-08-22T19:53:00.001-07:002010-08-22T19:55:21.789-07:00Si pensase que era demasiado arriesgado no hubiera venido, pero te hice una promesa Bella - volvió a mirarme - No tenía ni idea de lo dificil que iba a ser cumplirla, aunque eso no significaba que no vaya a intentarlo.Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-23545011987823995962010-08-22T19:40:00.000-07:002010-08-22T19:49:21.677-07:00Me tendí en la cama con la cabeza dándome vueltas. Estaba rendida y demasiado confusa. Cerré los ojos en un intento de que todo tubiera sentido, sólo para sumirme en la inconsciencia con tal rapidez que me desorienté.Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-88490899842143740672010-08-19T18:25:00.000-07:002010-08-19T18:43:44.213-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLGu77JmAwMm9r3WV5f_bvjcSabtscHO7vzJJVnAHiCDKIGDza6WOxQoe-hzPeOwJtvYbrsPuzo0WurHdCbGcqEjJ1dwUd9HzdOg9C7g7b2nzo4gkGYTOP-MqjOgkDvnhr3shpbWpxz0/s1600/algoasi.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507299717551866594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLGu77JmAwMm9r3WV5f_bvjcSabtscHO7vzJJVnAHiCDKIGDza6WOxQoe-hzPeOwJtvYbrsPuzo0WurHdCbGcqEjJ1dwUd9HzdOg9C7g7b2nzo4gkGYTOP-MqjOgkDvnhr3shpbWpxz0/s400/algoasi.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Había pensado que él habia sanado el agujero que había en mí, o al menos lo había sellado, de forma que no me doliera tanto. Me equivocaba. Se había limitado a excavar su propio agujero, por lo que ya ahora estaba carcomida, como un queso gruyer. Me pregunté porqué no me derrumbaba en cachitos.</span></strong></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-51057117493895944692010-08-12T19:48:00.000-07:002010-08-12T19:53:30.921-07:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">¿Cuándo volverás a ser lo que no fuiste nunca?</span></em></strong>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-68587848891116210262010-08-12T19:47:00.000-07:002010-08-12T19:48:05.065-07:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Muérdete la lengua-</span></em></strong>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-63424867318589151682010-08-12T19:27:00.000-07:002010-08-12T19:35:16.476-07:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Si me dices que si, piénsalo dos veces, puede que que te convenga decirme que no. Si me dices que no, puede que te equivoques. Yo me daré la tarea de que me digas que si.</span></em></strong>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-42323798086320422482010-08-12T18:52:00.000-07:002010-08-12T19:15:07.452-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95BfmDIJW_x3GfdYnqaKYmNzQoYszbaiVvrLjrGy0JqdWdV-gJl_AjIBavq1APjd1Yo2NsLe8Q920oLnQD_5KGSrY-kXTELmuxoCHtQxcJ-0psUHC8CA84KCSZ1yk_-WH_Ty7nNUNqvE/s1600/bella_edward(1).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504711914800826306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95BfmDIJW_x3GfdYnqaKYmNzQoYszbaiVvrLjrGy0JqdWdV-gJl_AjIBavq1APjd1Yo2NsLe8Q920oLnQD_5KGSrY-kXTELmuxoCHtQxcJ-0psUHC8CA84KCSZ1yk_-WH_Ty7nNUNqvE/s400/bella_edward(1).jpg" /></a><br /><div><em>Cuando eres herido aprendes a odiar. Por otro lado, cuando hieres a alguien, te resientes, pero también empiezas a sentirte culpable. Sin embargo, comprender el dolor te permite comprender a los demás. Conocer el dolor nos ayuda a crecer y a madurar. A ser mas fuertes.</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em></em></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-18791724282677173302010-08-11T20:00:00.000-07:002013-02-08T08:20:14.434-08:00<br />
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Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-15367866772819186262010-08-11T19:54:00.000-07:002010-08-11T19:58:48.053-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnu-bw9xf7j3tyNMHSJgeL-vdBLsbcChG6IqmQ6I96ScIQlKjn6yIfPQMyfz7oZNtDwNB-DG2vggrkwk-kzYleVpsgkuj2vP4WcV2jue-nSMrtg4YFM1bjcRhe3ZTIjGBQHn12nQ5xEmY/s1600/jjijiujiuj.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504352062548036658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnu-bw9xf7j3tyNMHSJgeL-vdBLsbcChG6IqmQ6I96ScIQlKjn6yIfPQMyfz7oZNtDwNB-DG2vggrkwk-kzYleVpsgkuj2vP4WcV2jue-nSMrtg4YFM1bjcRhe3ZTIjGBQHn12nQ5xEmY/s400/jjijiujiuj.bmp" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Tampoco me des la espalda así...</strong></span></em></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-36897144386731219832010-08-11T19:49:00.000-07:002010-08-11T19:51:06.801-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Conmigo</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">tu</span> <span style="color:#ffcccc;">convinas</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">,</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">¿Que tal?</span></em></strong></span>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-64422657226050609542010-08-11T19:46:00.000-07:002010-08-11T19:49:01.160-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><em>Nunca hice las cosas bien, ¿Por qué empezar ahora?</em></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabje0TINV7VjwSt_4l5uID4Hc-zr8tlxe_NJ3lhvrrtajJo2O11KwK2PUffYqfPTmEIXe07yd63oS8Il3dMUzvniCKSUc_wNnGkIjB72CChyoanbm8lJvOANRT3DzHJPEF7tlebduCXM/s1600/25626_1395469647544_1256300891_1096987_7981747_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504349737299063218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabje0TINV7VjwSt_4l5uID4Hc-zr8tlxe_NJ3lhvrrtajJo2O11KwK2PUffYqfPTmEIXe07yd63oS8Il3dMUzvniCKSUc_wNnGkIjB72CChyoanbm8lJvOANRT3DzHJPEF7tlebduCXM/s400/25626_1395469647544_1256300891_1096987_7981747_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-19349485019606658372010-08-11T19:44:00.000-07:002010-08-11T19:46:41.321-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4HncrjFEF2WaS1KD1rQg-_sRf5dJvPHW28JYyVfgUFCxKJoOhJWX_sJbKkpns1Iw3DczID8Y6bjBmRsBtfgdIKSPlqwHDTd7dwhdi4GrvxnMm_t0009K6HiFbsmDBcAHI7-dVH3brxQ/s1600/26185_1321561772417_1632027820_731582_2313097_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504349285430470130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4HncrjFEF2WaS1KD1rQg-_sRf5dJvPHW28JYyVfgUFCxKJoOhJWX_sJbKkpns1Iw3DczID8Y6bjBmRsBtfgdIKSPlqwHDTd7dwhdi4GrvxnMm_t0009K6HiFbsmDBcAHI7-dVH3brxQ/s400/26185_1321561772417_1632027820_731582_2313097_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><em>Si te extraño, no es extraño, <span style="color:#ff6666;">si me caigo es por vos</span>...</em></strong></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-82556906225540746332010-08-11T19:40:00.000-07:002010-08-11T19:43:41.694-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFmmB78ECD-bRkTNF_LBoDwuind9Q4oNlXCDthgtdewdHZo37bo__szrqAvsoPik1SJIrs2k7TfkcLG9Ewrp-IjxWP-WVRF26FaZx_tzPoJum7D1LJ-LVCaMK7ZURC6zl_Pnl7rIQt6I/s1600/39130_1520164731466_1454971356_1342176_5297939_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504348536696289202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFmmB78ECD-bRkTNF_LBoDwuind9Q4oNlXCDthgtdewdHZo37bo__szrqAvsoPik1SJIrs2k7TfkcLG9Ewrp-IjxWP-WVRF26FaZx_tzPoJum7D1LJ-LVCaMK7ZURC6zl_Pnl7rIQt6I/s400/39130_1520164731466_1454971356_1342176_5297939_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong>Ah, no sé, es el tipo de tipo que se enamoraría de mi, es el típico tipo que mi no me gusta. Y el típico tipo que a mi me gusta, es el típico tipo que no se enamoraría de mi...</strong></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-42248786369882817562010-08-11T19:08:00.000-07:002010-08-11T19:53:32.999-07:00<em><span style="font-size:180%;">Así te fuiste. <strong><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Sin un adiós</span></strong>.</span></em>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-5574554194220653112010-08-11T17:26:00.000-07:002010-08-11T18:30:14.872-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Bueno, no me importa, si a ti no te importa.</span></strong>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-69771894142285170212010-08-10T20:17:00.000-07:002010-08-10T20:18:09.933-07:00<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Voy a aprender a los golpes recibir. Tal vez elija mil veces el mal camino. Voy a tener que aprender a vivir.</em></span></strong>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-66238106867012569642010-08-10T18:39:00.000-07:002010-08-10T19:01:40.131-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_h36eh3dsIUCXuNMaCiTq1uFbYLG2vJKjJG3Jp6dmsYjp2MDtSbAFmxKUKI6OfaxAl0_FWx7HsmwoMvR193DBr-vibeGxA0ArbWaC5ADx03sH51cIo2JlA5vrIKQ7tPBC7GXG0j8vX8/s1600/naaa.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503963884458115538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_h36eh3dsIUCXuNMaCiTq1uFbYLG2vJKjJG3Jp6dmsYjp2MDtSbAFmxKUKI6OfaxAl0_FWx7HsmwoMvR193DBr-vibeGxA0ArbWaC5ADx03sH51cIo2JlA5vrIKQ7tPBC7GXG0j8vX8/s320/naaa.bmp" /></a><br /><div>No respondió. Se limitó a mirarme con frialdad. Le devolví la mirada y el silencio se prolongó. <em>El dolor de su rostro hizo que me encontrara incómoda</em>. Sentí que se me empezaba a formar un nudo en la garganta...</div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-32363397749407993772010-08-09T19:26:00.000-07:002010-08-09T19:32:44.902-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxBWil-cXjWy1if4cNjM8YBn6vcHNUFQ1F_rC9ue2O_RSHSRb3r2xfXwVob91U8-d1LMeU7F2p3hNfNWH1C8vPoe57IomATUeOT6yo4CLo_4LZDAJn6ppzd7Cd6NAm_ZXGsvV0MT6Nvc/s1600/37727_1516908690067_1454971356_1332470_1646742_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503603317932634498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxBWil-cXjWy1if4cNjM8YBn6vcHNUFQ1F_rC9ue2O_RSHSRb3r2xfXwVob91U8-d1LMeU7F2p3hNfNWH1C8vPoe57IomATUeOT6yo4CLo_4LZDAJn6ppzd7Cd6NAm_ZXGsvV0MT6Nvc/s320/37727_1516908690067_1454971356_1332470_1646742_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Le hice una mueca.<em> Resistí el impulso de sacarle la lengua como una niña de cinco años y desvié la mirada.</em></div><br /><div></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-20980019874017108782010-08-04T19:50:00.000-07:002010-08-04T19:52:52.182-07:00Lo más inteligente, sin duda, sería huir de ese camino potencialmente destructivo, además de que me llevaría hacia una segura <em>inestabilidad mental</em>. <em>Era una estupidez estimular las alucinaciones.</em>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-57295365290151407172010-08-04T19:37:00.000-07:002010-08-04T19:50:35.393-07:00Arranques.Analicé rapidamente todas las posibilidades en mi mente;<br />Primera opción: <em><strong>Me había vuelto loca</strong></em>. Al menos esa es la palabra que se aplica a aquellos que oyen voces en sus cabezas.<br />Entraba dentro de lo posible.<br />Opción dos: <strong><em>Mi subconsciente me proporcionaba aquello que quería oir</em></strong>. Era la satisfacción de un deseo, es decir, un alivio momentaneo de la pena al aferrarme a la idea incorrecta de que a él le preocupaba que yo viviera o muriera. Una proyección de lo que el habría dicho si a)_ Estubiera aqui. b)_ Le afectara de alguna manera que me pasara algo malo.<br />Era probable...Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-35187354841727643192010-08-04T19:03:00.000-07:002010-08-04T19:29:37.268-07:00No me permitía <em>casi nunca</em> pensar en el, e intentaba mostrarme estricta a ese respecto. Era humana, y a veces <em><strong>fallaba</strong></em>, desde luego, pero habia mejorado tanto que en aquel momento ya podía eludir la pena varios días, pero la consecuencia era ese atudimiento infinito. Entre la pena y la nada, había decidido escoger la <strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">nada</span></em></strong>-Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375214071057337024.post-39977025975498499472010-07-17T10:42:00.001-07:002010-07-17T10:58:14.180-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSGGPGF9kAbtw6vVR_vVFTA1g2wLrw5JKyvM2RW7UGpjAwvUwEa2wynsGux-9Zx5P_kHq50gqzt6P0dsv9G8EsHNtoawlEAt3FMoaOoiTAc-ujhbdEjvShznz7yVMOtam6DSX_RZoxUZo/s1600/36399_1488670344126_1454971356_1262731_4506758_n.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494935507018732994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSGGPGF9kAbtw6vVR_vVFTA1g2wLrw5JKyvM2RW7UGpjAwvUwEa2wynsGux-9Zx5P_kHq50gqzt6P0dsv9G8EsHNtoawlEAt3FMoaOoiTAc-ujhbdEjvShznz7yVMOtam6DSX_RZoxUZo/s320/36399_1488670344126_1454971356_1262731_4506758_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">My love, leave yourself behind.Beat inside me. Leave you blind.<br />My love you are for peaceYou were so tryingfor release.<br />You gave it all.Into the call.You took a chance and.You took a fall for us.<br />You came thoughtfully, And then faithfully. You taught me honor. You did it for me.<br />Tonight you will sleep for good.You will wait for me, my love.<br />Now I am strong. You gave me all, you gave all you had, And now I am home.</span> </span></strong></em></div>Milenkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04794548431744138586noreply@blogger.com0