tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1197736170955692212024-03-05T04:46:04.618-03:00Tengo el valor de vivir a mi manera.Tengo el valor de vivir a mi manera .Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.comBlogger1418125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-60188484586440116432013-02-01T13:53:00.002-03:002013-02-01T13:54:51.113-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Largas eran las noches cuando mis dias giraban en torno a ti.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Contando los pasos que daba, rogando hacia el suelo no caer. Otra vez.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Y mi madre me acusaba de loca, pero yo juraba estar bien.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Me pintaste un cielo azul, y despues hiciste que lloviera.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Y yo vivia en un juego de ajedrez, pero cada dia cambiabas todas las reglas.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Siempre me preguntaba cual de tus versiones hallaria en el telefono. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Y deje de contestarse , y esta canción te hara saber porque...</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Lo veo todo con claridad ahora que ya no estas</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">¿no crees que era muy joven para meterme contigo?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">La chica con el vestido se fue llorando a su casa. Debi saberlo.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">O tal vez seamos yo y mi ciego optimismo culpables.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> Y agregaras mi nombre a tu larga lista de traidoras que no te pueden entender.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Y me acuerdo y me arrepiento de haber ignorado cuando me dijieron :</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> " corre tan rapido como puedas"</span></span></div>
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Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-8359937566006268332012-10-20T20:01:00.001-03:002012-10-20T20:01:26.263-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span>Deseo. Hambre . Sueño. Todo con rivotriles de por medio.</span></i></div>
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<b><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You </span><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">are</span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> a </span><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">shooting </span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">star </span><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;"> see, </span><span style="color: lime;">A</span></span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> vision</span><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> of </span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">ecstasy, </span><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">when</span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> you </span><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">hold</span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> me, </span><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I</span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> am </span><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">alive</span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">, we</span><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> are</span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> like </span><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">diamonds</span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> in </span><span style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">the</span><span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">sky.</span></b></h4>
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Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-16311104192453199822012-08-16T13:42:00.002-03:002012-08-16T13:42:50.380-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Entonces soñemos juntos en otra realidad<br />Puedo descansar, me quiero quedar<br />A tu lado quiero estar para que volemos juntos a la eternidad<br />Deseo detener el tiempo justo en este momento<br />Y con tu sonrisa siento que me desvanezco<br />Dibujar otro lugar voy a pintar<br />Colorear otra nueva oportunidad
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Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-32073338617217518042012-08-16T13:39:00.001-03:002012-08-16T13:39:53.156-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Quisiera palpar el silencio, ser yo quien sopla el viento. Bañarme de estrellas quisiera, vestirme de mar y de cielo. Practicar el lenguaje que no se habla ni es silencio.Hablarte en otro idioma quisiera, decirte así lo que no puedo en verso
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Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-71020193768974796322012-08-16T13:20:00.002-03:002012-08-16T13:20:28.058-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME</b></div>
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<b>WE COULD BE STARVING, </b></div>
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<b>WE COULD BE HOMELESS,</b></div>
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<b> WE COULD BE BROKE</b></div>
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<b>AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME</b></div>
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<b>I'LL BE YOUR PLATINUM,</b></div>
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<b> I'LL BE YOUR SILVER,</b></div>
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<b> I`LL BE YOUR GOLD. </b></div>
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Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-34477524745469701972012-07-31T13:46:00.002-03:002012-07-31T13:46:34.343-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3D8pCGF9w87qg0uKlPxSZzI9XiGh21vWQ6Ep3jmo3ElfonEYO5pXQbU19LyTaEBE9NwXgXkCokJ3BaS0nIz6ZhrXMAzmYJLlAM3kaQI-L-c4jLDChAPupl_rDtyxtYVPWBnbfbV1m-w/s1600/DSCF1911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3D8pCGF9w87qg0uKlPxSZzI9XiGh21vWQ6Ep3jmo3ElfonEYO5pXQbU19LyTaEBE9NwXgXkCokJ3BaS0nIz6ZhrXMAzmYJLlAM3kaQI-L-c4jLDChAPupl_rDtyxtYVPWBnbfbV1m-w/s200/DSCF1911.JPG" width="172" /></a><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Y no se porque él cambia mi forma de ver el mundo; me mira y hace que piense en el constantemente. Es el unico que me sostiene... y ahora estoy lista para soportar todo lo que venga si el esta conmigo.</span></div>
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<span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">I will love you till the end of time, </span></span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">I would wait a million years . </span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Promise you'll remember that you're mine , </span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Baby can you see through the tears? </span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Love you more than those bitches before</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember. </span></span><b style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">I will love you till the end of time.</b></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 13px;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-12876114736933382722012-05-18T11:54:00.004-03:002012-05-18T11:54:40.307-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ella solo quiere la nada, y de tanto añorarla no reparó en que ya es la nada misma, que su cuerpo se convirtió en la misma nada, que por dentro solo tiene miedos y que su mente es incapaz de pensar en algo que no sea en el ferviente deseo de ser nada.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Que pasa cuando ya no podes controlar la realidad, ni diferencias el delgado límite que divide el bien del mal. Que hacer cuando para vos es normal lo que para todos esta desorbitantemente mal?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pero no tenias que alejarme, haciendo como si nada hubiera pasado y que no eramos nada, y yo ni siquiera necesito tu amor, pero me tratas como un extraño y se siente tan áspero. No tenias que caer tan bajo haz que tus amigos recojan tus cosas y después cambia tu numero. Pero supongo que no necesito eso , ahora solo eres alguien que solía conocer.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #741b47;">Todo era más fácil cuando mi única preocupación era colorear sin salirme de la raya</span></b></div>Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-71542397549218458952012-05-01T15:00:00.000-03:002012-05-01T15:00:11.799-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><b><i>Tengo miedo de perderme, de no saber en que dirección caminar, de perder la luz y vagar por la oscuridad. Tengo miedo de dejar de ser yo, miedo de no reconocer mi reflejo, de perder el norte, el control. Tengo miedo de mirar a mi alrededor y no ver a nadie, de no tener un hombro en el que llorar, un amigo al que escuchar, una vela que soplar. Tengo miedo de la oscuridad, aunque mas miedo me da la claridad, ya que puedo ver venir los duros golpes que esta vida me da.</i></b></span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You want to know what happiness is ?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent and vlnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone`s shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manne so as not to wake them. You turn back around and involuntarily a grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist , and you know it doesn`t get any better than this.</span></div>
</div>Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-28352362841283884212012-04-15T15:24:00.000-03:002012-04-15T15:24:01.233-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries.<br />
And maybe you would be suprised at everything she keeps inside.</span></h4></div>Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-10212290170051295652012-04-07T16:29:00.000-03:002012-04-07T16:29:22.759-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8AgkgI8tyMlcD0S00oDeBVq8Pb4o1bP8FYsU8phcAszzAG74BpKbsO9ejIc2Z6D-EAtxj5wbFBq3F59uGO_ZCLso6-rclyMgr_7P2saYkFntFWCaW05nfBWlGhPvwG46vWmUxWgb02wM/s1600/tumblr_lzghsxNEVT1qd4q01o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8AgkgI8tyMlcD0S00oDeBVq8Pb4o1bP8FYsU8phcAszzAG74BpKbsO9ejIc2Z6D-EAtxj5wbFBq3F59uGO_ZCLso6-rclyMgr_7P2saYkFntFWCaW05nfBWlGhPvwG46vWmUxWgb02wM/s200/tumblr_lzghsxNEVT1qd4q01o1_500.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When will you realize, Baby, <b>I'm not like the rest...</b></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Bw_93mQWglMgbCpF2KTxWo6C4YcIMFcah6aOzygu-FR1yReYqoccTXwN79y_OgTp_fa2P5ixX_I2-LdGMtghpWqYVidqMVqqv1OoMcnz2oxZKB0zv87Ww0-bGHIPRGBxsNEk3c-9O4c/s1600/tumblr_m1vkujqUd91qd4q01o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Bw_93mQWglMgbCpF2KTxWo6C4YcIMFcah6aOzygu-FR1yReYqoccTXwN79y_OgTp_fa2P5ixX_I2-LdGMtghpWqYVidqMVqqv1OoMcnz2oxZKB0zv87Ww0-bGHIPRGBxsNEk3c-9O4c/s320/tumblr_m1vkujqUd91qd4q01o1_500.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The day I first met you, you told me you'd never fall in love, but now that I get you I know fear is what it really was.</span></div><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sumidas en una negación imparable no solemos recordar las cosas tal cual fueron. Reencontrarse con el pasado aveces sirve para avanzar en paz... <i>porque avanzar hay que avanzar.</i></span></div>Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-43249125332754289652012-04-05T07:23:00.000-03:002012-04-05T07:23:07.099-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">Burlate de todos los que te hicieron daño , dedicales tu mejor sonrisa y que se pregunten como despues de todo PODES SEGUIR EN PIE.</span></h2></div>Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-7367707272698209612012-04-05T07:16:00.001-03:002012-04-05T07:16:17.090-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-size: x-small;"><b><div><br />
</div><div>Que no te compren por menos de nada,</div><div>que no te vendan amor sin espinas,</div><div>que no te duerman con cuentos de hadas,</div><div>que no te cierren el bar de la esquina.</div></b></span></div></div>Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-26211239698800175072012-03-20T10:03:00.001-03:002012-03-20T10:03:02.981-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">They say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you</span> .</span></b></div>Florcitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08183794788522614125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119773617095569221.post-3225475642619658312012-03-07T12:44:00.000-03:002012-03-07T12:44:14.867-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Queda un cierto poso de melancolía al terminar un disco. Y unos cuantos interrogantes. Uno abrió su pecho de par en par para que la brisa de la mañana oreara cada rincón. ¿Compartirá la gente la ilusión depositada en cada canción? ¿Serán cómplices de las huidas señaladas? ¿Me acompañarán en este viaje?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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