tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405405627218048242024-03-21T23:53:02.783-03:00SensaciónEste blog contiene frases de películas, canciones o pensamientos que me transmiten algo, que me hacen pensar o me identifico con ellas…Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-69928912085744398642012-07-04T15:17:00.003-03:002012-07-04T15:17:40.930-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<i style="background-color: white;">El amor es sufrido y considerado, nunca es dejado. El amor nunca es jactancioso o engreído, nunca es grosero o egoísta, nunca se ofende ni es resentido. El amor no haya placer en los pecados de los demás y se deleita en la verdad. Siempre está dispuesto a excusar, confiar, esperar y soportar todo lo que venga...</i></div>
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<i style="background-color: white;">La vida es como un puzzle, donde cada pieza tiene una razón, un lugar, un por que...</i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Creo firmemente que la vida es un regalo.. y no pienso desperdiciarla, nunca se sabe que cartas te repartirán la próxima vez. Aprendes a aceptar la vida tal como viene así cada día cuenta...</span></div>
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<b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Cuando creemos que todo está perdido siempre hay una pequeña luz de un farol que te da fuerza y te da indicio de que todo marchará bien, unas puertas se cierran para cerrar esos círculos que no nos llevan a ningún lado y otras se abren para llevarnos de la mano a cosas maravillosas y con las que siempre soñamos y por las cuales luchamos...</span></i></b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-66674998744114880402012-05-26T00:13:00.000-03:002012-05-26T00:13:25.691-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">Se habrán dicho muchas cosas, se habrán escrito muchos libros, pero mientras tu corazón no sienta nada, no sabrás del amor verdadero...</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-80806371658480138272012-04-06T04:11:00.000-03:002012-04-06T04:11:03.464-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivu-z-EvdgjmHFJgyHBlcnKjqUGX2wejCb-_2HzmWwTacWvEYeDRLqu-V537Daprr8tzZpKyYl28mc2Rp5UtWLK6HWJ1RrY2-L2vIBm4QxIOQUL1-GNxiUPOTnlrkHe_tubt4q43NzbV_8/s1600/260439_198582780188031_100001089315172_526636_7471855_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivu-z-EvdgjmHFJgyHBlcnKjqUGX2wejCb-_2HzmWwTacWvEYeDRLqu-V537Daprr8tzZpKyYl28mc2Rp5UtWLK6HWJ1RrY2-L2vIBm4QxIOQUL1-GNxiUPOTnlrkHe_tubt4q43NzbV_8/s320/260439_198582780188031_100001089315172_526636_7471855_n.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tal vez sean nuestros errores los que conforman nuestro destino, pero sin ellos, ¿qué daría sentido a nuestras vidas?. Tal vez si nunca nos desviáramos del rumbo fijado, no nos enamoraríamos, ni seríamos quienes somos, ni conoceríamos nuestros alrededores... Después de todo, las estaciones cambian, y las ciudades, y las personas entran y salen de nuestras vidas, pero es un consuelo saber que aquellas a las que quieres, siempre estarán en tu corazón...</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-9380703513050348422012-03-18T20:15:00.000-03:002012-03-18T20:15:27.284-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgbzIx_kUM0TA3Pcy5etfQReWWBWyeqnSVMRvpbw3e6FQ8Q7UA6pB_Jy6qU2CerxslMWO56MckSLL4T_AeRxRVWEUW-A0tyLILSq-AvQjuASY9YI41kCmLMPebZpYXk7GmoV-L0xF4F2w/s1600/254974_198582266854749_100001089315172_526623_4026553_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgbzIx_kUM0TA3Pcy5etfQReWWBWyeqnSVMRvpbw3e6FQ8Q7UA6pB_Jy6qU2CerxslMWO56MckSLL4T_AeRxRVWEUW-A0tyLILSq-AvQjuASY9YI41kCmLMPebZpYXk7GmoV-L0xF4F2w/s320/254974_198582266854749_100001089315172_526623_4026553_n.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-large;">Da el primer paso con fe. No tienes por que ver toda la escalera. Basta con que subas el primer escalon...</span></i></span></b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-90951293086059528172012-03-02T17:57:00.001-02:002012-03-02T17:58:48.302-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30GqhjWrEhk2vVKYiDIUixSm3yXpSdzhOaieib6HaARqeTQd_tvaJRgLdJ_rWtfDwXBrWtv2MjJDAUtQsDnURGOITOxxOVnAnMinGKwDT-Cu9IRNfjyj2zRTIH9Ooizr4u3DKDo69OktL/s1600/254389_198582676854708_100001089315172_526635_7210215_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30GqhjWrEhk2vVKYiDIUixSm3yXpSdzhOaieib6HaARqeTQd_tvaJRgLdJ_rWtfDwXBrWtv2MjJDAUtQsDnURGOITOxxOVnAnMinGKwDT-Cu9IRNfjyj2zRTIH9Ooizr4u3DKDo69OktL/s320/254389_198582676854708_100001089315172_526635_7210215_n.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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tu sorisa que no esta </span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que daria por tenerte<br />
conmigo un segundo mas. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Daria todo por saber<br />
Que tambien piensas en mi<span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">♫</span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-21143609491258702952012-03-02T00:26:00.001-02:002012-03-02T00:27:10.221-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQWgX9f4c0pld9DgIprAhpDi5zeEzLKdmERBu8n-vE-m0P6TxiirZ5OpwPtT1TUvldp8LsiJUy-fVK75_MxKBDP6lZInT99p5pSqwZtO9UHUN1IqLsyWBf3IicziDmB8Oz_VnoUrYz08J/s1600/248259_198597553519887_100001089315172_526910_6220612_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQWgX9f4c0pld9DgIprAhpDi5zeEzLKdmERBu8n-vE-m0P6TxiirZ5OpwPtT1TUvldp8LsiJUy-fVK75_MxKBDP6lZInT99p5pSqwZtO9UHUN1IqLsyWBf3IicziDmB8Oz_VnoUrYz08J/s320/248259_198597553519887_100001089315172_526910_6220612_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">La peor guerra que existe es la del corazón contra la cabeza...</span></b></i></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-81739126085453176812012-03-01T09:40:00.000-02:002012-03-01T09:40:47.582-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38vjxW_rbgCuuac9V9PgoEi0mfqKNKmcTxPa3HnBRANVpH_5_QYmiJrDIBehFCrZCqXCSOala2_hgOCnsWKvlv8DlrB5BCt6dyEYtOoUGA6Aln9_Q9rPGNwvLacrdOkDzMDrKZJardQv3/s1600/247271_198595153520127_100001089315172_526854_2529564_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj38vjxW_rbgCuuac9V9PgoEi0mfqKNKmcTxPa3HnBRANVpH_5_QYmiJrDIBehFCrZCqXCSOala2_hgOCnsWKvlv8DlrB5BCt6dyEYtOoUGA6Aln9_Q9rPGNwvLacrdOkDzMDrKZJardQv3/s320/247271_198595153520127_100001089315172_526854_2529564_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">La vida es como un viaje por mar, hay dias de calma y dias de tormenta, lo importante, es ser buen capitan de nuestro barco...</span></span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-10149070270633153452012-02-28T12:08:00.000-02:002012-02-28T12:08:21.737-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LG2MxPmbOc2TnEnsH-SLkYJIju70Td5HlkyPX0Hsx5FHnbRp8PPkwgQxqBl6gyxI_g8ufqJGmntI8BCb2E0IflnTOpjFyUjrRKXMguihpH7Tc2CiL5HNCRUQZuycYEJPwBRPaOYjRxdj/s1600/246899_198581516854824_100001089315172_526591_5154847_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LG2MxPmbOc2TnEnsH-SLkYJIju70Td5HlkyPX0Hsx5FHnbRp8PPkwgQxqBl6gyxI_g8ufqJGmntI8BCb2E0IflnTOpjFyUjrRKXMguihpH7Tc2CiL5HNCRUQZuycYEJPwBRPaOYjRxdj/s320/246899_198581516854824_100001089315172_526591_5154847_n.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Cuando el mundo no tiene respuesta o se vuelve incomprensible, recuerda que un guerrero toma todo como un desafio...</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-15240157991328786022012-02-26T22:34:00.000-02:002012-02-26T22:34:21.820-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAJX97UE7lyXK-QpuhsVaBBGVagi86Oz4F7tPsuG_nAwidvzV9jnNRhKAWjsy2_67wqZfiNGX6MJptNOQ7oW_U2tUMXqTm7x0VtQMuUWkI_5k63Q-ZKW942gun6zI_lGyFugFoHQjchuE/s1600/200530_182606451785664_100001089315172_422468_5170630_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAJX97UE7lyXK-QpuhsVaBBGVagi86Oz4F7tPsuG_nAwidvzV9jnNRhKAWjsy2_67wqZfiNGX6MJptNOQ7oW_U2tUMXqTm7x0VtQMuUWkI_5k63Q-ZKW942gun6zI_lGyFugFoHQjchuE/s320/200530_182606451785664_100001089315172_422468_5170630_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><br />
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que pongan siete mares entre tú y yo <br />
no importa soportar las tempestades <br />
mi faro es tu mirada y tu amor mi sol... </span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-81026269637019122302012-02-21T04:10:00.000-02:002012-02-21T04:10:17.951-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvM33ol84nUTg3IGavyFggZWUJty8ACCw7bhNFLe_oK3wzx7ugQMYPTJyJEdNE4zf1on3X2XMhL0p7K6CEjxlBZWyydjffb3WIBl6Slwq5Z0QHlBlZn7IazFSKvo95TRR8KVWlMh4mq6do/s1600/188270_176460535733589_100001089315172_388141_1268941_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvM33ol84nUTg3IGavyFggZWUJty8ACCw7bhNFLe_oK3wzx7ugQMYPTJyJEdNE4zf1on3X2XMhL0p7K6CEjxlBZWyydjffb3WIBl6Slwq5Z0QHlBlZn7IazFSKvo95TRR8KVWlMh4mq6do/s320/188270_176460535733589_100001089315172_388141_1268941_n.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Hay momentos que, si pudieras recuperarlos, no dejarías que terminaran nunca.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-20597546610943708632012-02-07T00:48:00.000-02:002012-02-07T00:48:08.161-02:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">El mundo está lleno de pequeñas alegrías; el arte consiste en saber distinguirla...</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-26118999820646005972012-02-05T16:09:00.000-02:002012-02-05T16:09:42.562-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HVgkg82J7eLOamoqDuX8FNT4kMRVfLIj103q9qLHLqZGrvIdBfkUqo6-H-wJwU8hsD8wjLnQUhrTrFL_PHdwKl1PPX5TJmj_St30SUlvGwwK28BI7FYw-n-8QdI5n1mVPhbOL-jPSgQy/s1600/385468_299058443473797_100001089315172_845423_546354043_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HVgkg82J7eLOamoqDuX8FNT4kMRVfLIj103q9qLHLqZGrvIdBfkUqo6-H-wJwU8hsD8wjLnQUhrTrFL_PHdwKl1PPX5TJmj_St30SUlvGwwK28BI7FYw-n-8QdI5n1mVPhbOL-jPSgQy/s320/385468_299058443473797_100001089315172_845423_546354043_n.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Muy Feliz Cumple Hermano!!</span></b></i> A pesar de la distancia, desde aca te deseo que pases muy lindo cumple. Quedo un año atras, pero este espero que este lleno de oportunidades y alegria en tu vida. Y bueno... a tirar la casa por la ventana jajaja. Te quiero muchooo! <span style="color: red;">♥</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-57901568678663948282012-02-04T18:35:00.000-02:002012-02-04T18:35:52.618-02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Alguien te quiere,</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">alguien te espera,</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">alguien te sueña y tú sabes que soy yo.</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Alguien te piensa constantemente,</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">alguien te busca y por fin te encontró.</span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Y alguien soy yo...<span style="color: red;">♫</span></span></span></b></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-13595708181903469982012-01-28T02:57:00.001-02:002012-01-28T02:57:38.824-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTv33DffJJDDxcK4HTZ2Fm6ZmcqWZig_GbBTMpU1hyphenhyphen7n93rJAp157ckuCOyBen1mRpiNuw5QSBOpk3tYRL0vgtpv13RIDOLncGw_bn-WPTz3uFhIZbQZ4jax0QtdzcveNt-8nqL1GoTNJ/s1600/180845_166017313444578_100001089315172_332059_5244338_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTv33DffJJDDxcK4HTZ2Fm6ZmcqWZig_GbBTMpU1hyphenhyphen7n93rJAp157ckuCOyBen1mRpiNuw5QSBOpk3tYRL0vgtpv13RIDOLncGw_bn-WPTz3uFhIZbQZ4jax0QtdzcveNt-8nqL1GoTNJ/s320/180845_166017313444578_100001089315172_332059_5244338_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;">Que ser valiente no salga tan caro; que ser cobarde no valga la pena<span style="color: red;">♫</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-70010705425021888482012-01-18T13:03:00.000-02:002012-01-18T13:03:41.230-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULtbl-k6P4B8a1GRk-Np97bO7GvqS1OgXViSNOvKh7ZgkOoSsMdwN_56vsTK_gE0Rq0Z0puBx0d97mAYJzkWbKqZ3OSIEkRfVjetkh78TQn1aqiheCKcCAQQYQjEWfP3LlAcXYEqLLh5A/s1600/180036_171511542895155_100001089315172_361015_2569520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULtbl-k6P4B8a1GRk-Np97bO7GvqS1OgXViSNOvKh7ZgkOoSsMdwN_56vsTK_gE0Rq0Z0puBx0d97mAYJzkWbKqZ3OSIEkRfVjetkh78TQn1aqiheCKcCAQQYQjEWfP3LlAcXYEqLLh5A/s320/180036_171511542895155_100001089315172_361015_2569520_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">EL AMOR ? No se busca,no se espera,no se escoge,llega cuando menos te lo esperas,llega y basta. y muchas veces llega en el dia mas triste,en el periodo mas oscuro o tambien cuando has perdido las esperenzas. El amor es asì, nunca te avisa cuando ha de llegar</span></span></i>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-83085293508143429222012-01-18T12:58:00.000-02:002012-01-18T12:58:56.698-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjbOAz9W5RjBRkC6aXzWPp3hQpA1kY-lrf6P2Jz8BbV7JUQvP2E-Gd_wnDvqXNg0ej0ZzCdhSaPTB2UOiJV4uFtqK4gfTrrc7wUwxJLm-s0NxnhpOMrweQoG1zk5BhS-YT0YI1UkYA9Cw/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjbOAz9W5RjBRkC6aXzWPp3hQpA1kY-lrf6P2Jz8BbV7JUQvP2E-Gd_wnDvqXNg0ej0ZzCdhSaPTB2UOiJV4uFtqK4gfTrrc7wUwxJLm-s0NxnhpOMrweQoG1zk5BhS-YT0YI1UkYA9Cw/s320/001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">La madre es lo mejor en la vida <br />
ella puede hacer miiles y miles de cosas solo para ver a sus hijos feliz ella es unica, la unica que te entiende todo, la que te da todos los gustos aunque aveces no nos da tanto pero solo es para protegernos <br />
tenemos que <span style="font-size: large;">VALORAR</span> a la madre ya que no sabemos hasta cuando puede estar con nosotros ella es la luz de nuestras vidas a la persona que mas amamos es a la madre aunque pocas veces demostramos eso pero es asi a ella es la persona que mas amamos <br />
con solo decirle un <span style="font-size: large;">TE AMO MAMÁ</span> a ella le podemos alegrar el dia <br />
valoremos lo mas importante en la vida que tenemos porque gracias a ella hoy estamos aca hoy somos lo que somo <br />
simplemente<span style="font-size: x-large;"> <i><b><span style="color: red;">TE AMO MAMÁ</span></b></i></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-5807890392231510322012-01-18T12:49:00.002-02:002012-01-18T12:49:29.880-02:00<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Si quieres triunfar, no te quedes mirando la escalera. Empieza a subir, escalón por escalón, hasta que llegues arriba.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-27665652712136691742012-01-18T12:43:00.000-02:002012-01-18T12:43:03.823-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5lziQ0YbGO3p6ldjuRsCdNU7mxa4l_5-rfV1TQBQkdbG_1CN4Sm037fzCINtp75woKWb_yPxRzqxR3CBnnXR7My_bYsNBxcC7araG95701y0lqpyo0xvtYwvdxQYDS66LCTr6z8X3kat/s1600/100_2453+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5lziQ0YbGO3p6ldjuRsCdNU7mxa4l_5-rfV1TQBQkdbG_1CN4Sm037fzCINtp75woKWb_yPxRzqxR3CBnnXR7My_bYsNBxcC7araG95701y0lqpyo0xvtYwvdxQYDS66LCTr6z8X3kat/s320/100_2453+%25282%2529.JPG" width="172" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Destino? ¿Vida? Dicen vida es una pagina en blanco que se va escribiendo con el tiempo. Tal vez nosotros mismos escribimos nuestro destino sea las decisiones que tomamos en el pasado, que nos lleva a lo que somos ahora. La vida es algo tan complicado, algo tan difícil de entender, ni la vida misma la entiende. Hay tantas formas de vivirla, pero la mejor forma es no pensar, solo vivir...</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-14986392893750191382012-01-14T14:23:00.000-02:002012-01-14T14:23:03.569-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9BkOYwCCRRE6bkIRr-H7EPNUaWBaAG3Z2_qKnMUks-c9lRrI16PZshtucsR9v5TqHokYp4MxleLWTbd_-yqEi0tyeSYzkGNcPzxUuSd39zHY0bN9HugVNBuhPVgopA9okALPfpvxprNH/s1600/180102_166543823391927_100001089315172_335945_4354496_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9BkOYwCCRRE6bkIRr-H7EPNUaWBaAG3Z2_qKnMUks-c9lRrI16PZshtucsR9v5TqHokYp4MxleLWTbd_-yqEi0tyeSYzkGNcPzxUuSd39zHY0bN9HugVNBuhPVgopA9okALPfpvxprNH/s320/180102_166543823391927_100001089315172_335945_4354496_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">No podemos cambiar el pasado, pero aprendemos mucho de él.</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-91469649418515878482012-01-14T14:06:00.001-02:002012-01-14T14:06:05.108-02:00<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Las mujeres reales no son perfectas, así como las mujeres perfectas no son reales.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140540562721804824.post-59593763056511130182012-01-14T14:02:00.000-02:002012-01-14T14:02:31.876-02:00<div class="widget-content"> <center></center> </div><span class="widget-item-control"> </span> <div id="uds-searchControl"><a href="" name="uds-search-results"></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">La verdad no mancha los labios de quien la dice, sino la conciencia de quien la oculta...</span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13824386244979711900noreply@blogger.com0