tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354488667756246772011-11-27T16:23:26.662-08:00Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-18339186077934768682008-10-09T10:14:00.000-07:002008-10-09T11:12:37.221-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8da70f460659ba2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8da70f460659ba2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F8D012DE58FC857A56DE3FBD3BB4949054EC30A.5F2641B4FB9C7079BF70F1F4DEFA36F248706C94%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8da70f460659ba2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9bQsOUSb8JHP8k8xYkcr9I1Z21s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8da70f460659ba2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F8D012DE58FC857A56DE3FBD3BB4949054EC30A.5F2641B4FB9C7079BF70F1F4DEFA36F248706C94%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8da70f460659ba2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9bQsOUSb8JHP8k8xYkcr9I1Z21s&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p> </p><p><strong>Hola mi Amor! Que bueno que estas acá!</strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-1833918607793476868?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-12897325731634704002008-10-09T05:36:00.000-07:002008-10-09T06:41:22.880-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-127b61736e7dbd83" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D127b61736e7dbd83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3167C539B5DFA2148A929D3299A3CAC730F30050.849F481EED1980E96C85338FCA8BD2EE476DB54B%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D127b61736e7dbd83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBJ25nzccO86WPUGrr90Tw5CBD0s&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p></p><p><em>[Que espectaculo mayor es ver a un hombre solo Resistir Luchando...!]</em></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>[El compromiso EXIGE ser uno más...!]</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>03/10/2008 City Rockers Campana.</p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-1289732573163470400?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-80694993094783333332008-09-29T20:13:00.000-07:002008-09-29T20:19:07.795-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SOGZsuXxbBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t7zVfn3MlcA/s1600-h/hugo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251647634131741714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SOGZsuXxbBI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t7zVfn3MlcA/s320/hugo.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Soñaba que estabas a mi lado, </div><div>habrian la puerta de mi mundo y </div><div>te encontraban conmigo, </div><div>solo juntos...</div><div>y desperte y volvi a soñar lo mismo.</div><div>Te pense al dormir, </div><div>suspire al despertar...</div><div>y llore sin consuelo al darme cuenta</div><div>que todo lo mio</div><div>no tiene realidad...</div><div>que en ningun lugar que sea mío</div><div>vas a estar...</div><div>que estan lejos que ni siquiera</div><div>puedo hablarte....</div><div>que las ocupaciones llenan tu tiempo, </div><div>sin dejarme nada para mí.</div><div>Yo te amo y esa es la verdad!</div><div>mas te alejas, mas te extraño</div><div>Recuerdo esa tarde cuando dijiste Adios....</div><div>ahora ya no estas!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-8069499309478333333?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-86942240625689108022008-09-25T09:36:00.000-07:002008-09-25T12:06:37.821-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-75eba6530003a87" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b4422a8fdf55cca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45C62A91768FFDE665CBA7C3615C49BAE02CEE10.28B1483E8D810B5327829C81C723A02C1B25FDD3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b4422a8fdf55cca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHnb5ubZeL_0Ueu_NYfxyj_fD-k0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" 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Si yo les doy mi vida, todo terminaría mal...]</strong></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-4797448140544902166?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-28188274716907889692008-08-18T12:55:00.000-07:002008-08-18T13:25:49.447-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd26102ecf113ae1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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carrera</div><div>y se que me falta mucho x hacer</div><div>Tengo amigos, </div><div>tengo familia...</div><div>Un sueño y un amor!</div><div>que a ahi esta siempre guardado</div><div>x siempre y para siempre</div><div>tengo miles de recuerdos</div><div>cientos y cientos de llantos</div><div>y otros tantos de risa!</div><div>Hoy es un dia para mi muy importante</div><div>xq estoy con ellos</div><div>con mis tristesas y con mis alegrias!</div><div>asi vivo mi vida!</div><div>De aqui para alla buscando una sensacion especial</div><div>estos dias fieron ociosos</div><div>pero se acerca mucho trabajo!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-7029667130223891003?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-7953292773251116130?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-9988567057343463512008-07-15T07:17:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:53:59.328-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHyyUOiRbxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qnPlB6aYOYE/s1600-h/DSC01796.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223245728411905810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHyyUOiRbxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qnPlB6aYOYE/s320/DSC01796.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />[Cuando me busques<br />estare ahi<br />te escuchare y animare.<br />Pasan las horas mientras te espero,<br />y tu no apareces...<br />pero esto es solo mío...<br />Pasan las horas<br />y no aparece nadie<br />pero llegaras<br />y te esparere en mi lugar]<br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-998856705734346351?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-31362651224775665802008-07-14T12:12:00.000-07:002008-07-14T15:07:18.619-07:00<p> </p><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-157d5b02216be17e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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/><div><br />Miran al cielo y piden un deseo: </div><div>contigo la noche más bella. </div><div>Amores imposibles </div><div>que escriben en canciones el trazo de una estrella. </div><div>Cartas que nunca se envían. </div><div>Botellas que brillan en el mar del olvido. </div><div><strong><em>Nunca dejes de buscarme </em></strong></div><div><strong><em>la excusa más cobarde </em></strong></div><div><strong><em>es culpar al destino.</em></strong> </div><br /><div><br />Lo volverá a encontrar </div><div>en el lado salvaje, tras el humo del hash. </div><div>Él, dulce calavera. Él, corsario de barrio. </div><div>Ella, dulce muñeca. Ella, seria y formal. </div><div>Él no escucha el rumor de sus alas si pasa a su lado. </div><br /><div><em>Ella soñará un verso que él nunca escuchará.</em> </div><div>Él no trepará sus trenzas una noche de invierno. </div><div>Ella soñará un viaje y no habrá despedidas. </div><div>Ni canciones de amor, ni Capuleto y Montesco. </div><div>Crecerán y en la espuma del tiempo </div><div>se deshacen sus sueños. </div><div>No quedará ni un recuerdo, </div><div>ni en la noche un lamento. </div><div>Quizá una leve herida que lavará el olvido </div><div>o el agua de la clepsidra. </div><br /><div><br />No tuvo Eva este Adán, </div><div>no hubo asiento de atrás, </div><div>ni caricias, ni cartas perfumadas, </div><div>no hubo cita en el parque. </div><div>No hubo chicas de Plan. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Cuando caiga la noche lo verás entrar </div><div>como cada domingo aseado y puntual. </div><div>La encontrará en la barra, como a un delfín varado </div><div>que ha perdido su estrella, que un día expulsó el mar. </div><div>Ella escucha y él, enamorado, desnuda sus miedos. </div><div>Entre el ruido, benjamines de champán </div><div>y otros delfines cobrando su rescate a náufragos </div><div>perdidos sueña raptar a su amante. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>[Miran al cielo y piden un deseo: </strong></div><div><strong>contigo la noche más bella...]</strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-2971977557414924153?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-1851810453200134152008-07-13T18:57:00.000-07:002008-07-13T19:32:13.971-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf18c95c0e328855" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf18c95c0e328855%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D160DEC09F61343D4A2AF2B9BF03520928DE08385.17E6350B8214CFDF0A9E896C4AFA3209E0A2A35C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf18c95c0e328855%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVzoS3n5qDp5-0ftsAMQti6saINI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf18c95c0e328855%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D160DEC09F61343D4A2AF2B9BF03520928DE08385.17E6350B8214CFDF0A9E896C4AFA3209E0A2A35C%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf18c95c0e328855%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVzoS3n5qDp5-0ftsAMQti6saINI&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>(No estoy perdiendo el tiempo <strong>por volver</strong>)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-185181045320013415?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-84235720675432248232008-07-13T18:49:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:53:59.932-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHqw2mhT7cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Vgrd0pmPc5A/s1600-h/eterno2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222681169989201346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHqw2mhT7cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Vgrd0pmPc5A/s320/eterno2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Un hermoso despertar...<br />el lado mas sagrado del humano...<br /><strong>Tu lado mas bonito</strong>...]<br /><br /><br /><br />(El Jim beautiful como lo soñe, sos vos)<br /><br /><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-8423572067543224823?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-27797625883118987002008-07-13T17:39:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:00.783-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHqgkTMv-KI/AAAAAAAAADg/4O_bi4t4t1k/s1600-h/eternoo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222663263378995362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHqgkTMv-KI/AAAAAAAAADg/4O_bi4t4t1k/s320/eternoo.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>No soy un concepto...</em><br /><em>Soy una pobre chica que busca la paz en su mente...</em><br /><em>No soy perfecta...</em><br /><br />...................<br /><br />[Benditos los que olvidan<br />aunque tropiecen con la misma piedra]<br /><br /><div>Cuantas veces pense en borrarte de mi mente...</div><div>pero volves...</div><div>el corazon no olvida</div><div>siempre volveremos a vivir</div><div>de igual manera...</div><div>Po mas que borremos nuestros recuerdos...</div><div>en el corazon</div><div>el sentimiento queda...</div><div>quedaremos siempre como</div><div>Joel y Clementine...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-2779762588311898700?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-92214774063183203542008-07-12T15:01:00.000-07:002008-07-12T16:03:22.034-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3199f8c21ddc395" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3199f8c21ddc395%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B505C8D3CDF1906028D1213FE7F427F618CD4B8.4EC095BDAD61674385CBB7CD5248ED6F8753D02%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3199f8c21ddc395%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJZiZyQRIaw3KMfOFOzzy2SSWWHE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3199f8c21ddc395%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B505C8D3CDF1906028D1213FE7F427F618CD4B8.4EC095BDAD61674385CBB7CD5248ED6F8753D02%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3199f8c21ddc395%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJZiZyQRIaw3KMfOFOzzy2SSWWHE&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>Una vez más golpeas las puertas de la mediocridad, y te encontrás con que <strong>no hay fórmulas de felicidad! </strong></p><p><em>El mar está desierto...el cielo está cubierto, y en medio de está mierda navegamos sin vela.</em> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-9221477406318320354?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-80194999004253335242008-07-12T14:38:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:00.981-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHknDUjhf-I/AAAAAAAAADY/0HIrDnaShdg/s1600-h/dd.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222248180923596770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHknDUjhf-I/AAAAAAAAADY/0HIrDnaShdg/s320/dd.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>"Es una pérdida de tiempo lamentarme por la desaparición de quienes fui. Además, tarde o temprano seguiré el mismo destino, pero deseo hacerlo cuando este cuerpo muera y no antes. Me gusta quien soy ahora y más aún cuando veo en qué se suele convertir la gente después. No quiero dejar de sentir con la intensidad que siento ni de pensar con la sensibilidad que pienso, sobre todo porque eso soy yo. Confío en que pueda mantenerme con vida, sólo necesito reafirmarme constantemente.<br />He meditado arduamente sobre cómo conservarme y qué conservar. Para tal fin, he tenido que definirme de la forma más sucinta posible, facilitando mi tarea y, por supuesto, dándome el espacio para crecer como persona, sin que eso signifique autodestruirme. Habrá muchísimos detalles que cambien en mí, pero lo que me hace ser yo he de salvarlo…” </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><span style="color:#000000;">Fuente: <a href="http://www.nocuentos.com/"></span><span style="color:#000000;">www.nocuentos.com</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-8019499900425333524?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-62523640767793689542008-07-12T14:10:00.000-07:002008-07-12T14:31:27.754-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2cc5f3e4fff12f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2cc5f3e4fff12f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D386E3F6F49DA5410188885250D5161D3566744FC.74878D923075096DD8E0DB39920F295F1D4011D7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2cc5f3e4fff12f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVCp5LWU1yTsU0ORev4LCEtc3mCQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2cc5f3e4fff12f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D386E3F6F49DA5410188885250D5161D3566744FC.74878D923075096DD8E0DB39920F295F1D4011D7%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2cc5f3e4fff12f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVCp5LWU1yTsU0ORev4LCEtc3mCQ&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p><em>(Fragmento de <strong>El ocaso</strong> en la plata el 02/05/08)</em></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-6252364076779368954?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-12221925330558155492008-07-11T14:39:00.000-07:002008-07-12T14:52:48.462-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e7f59d769b80dfad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7f59d769b80dfad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5504C3E6E82D7ED011BF78C8058DFA03B9678B96.296F82ACFA39FDE75110B86D50859018678BA9C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7f59d769b80dfad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0lExVoJMvdEFtkY_apo1dyMBSXo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7f59d769b80dfad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5504C3E6E82D7ED011BF78C8058DFA03B9678B96.296F82ACFA39FDE75110B86D50859018678BA9C1%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7f59d769b80dfad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0lExVoJMvdEFtkY_apo1dyMBSXo&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>(Temperley/ 03/05/2008)</p><p></p><p>[Hoy nadie cocino..tendre hambre hasta que salga el sol...</p><p>Mañana pensare que habra para comer]</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-1222192533055815549?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-63228097655643236892008-07-11T12:19:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:01.218-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHezGXcpvDI/AAAAAAAAACg/tbM4KIlaens/s1600-h/constitucion+del+1900.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221839214914157618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHezGXcpvDI/AAAAAAAAACg/tbM4KIlaens/s320/constitucion+del+1900.JPG" border="0" /></a> (La estacion Constitucion en 1900)<br /><br /><div> </div><div>Sisi para mi no es asi..</div><div>y creia que la mayoria pensaria asi...</div><div>pero me equivoque nuevamente...</div><div>cada uno con sus prejuicios...</div><div>cada uno en su mundo...</div><div>es que no se trata del pesimismo que tenga hoy...</div><div>pero es que cada dia entiendo menos a la sociedad que nos rodea...</div><div>y ciertamente para no ser hipocrita pertezco a ella tambien...</div><div>aunque realmente me siento fuera...</div><div>no por ser mejor...</div><div>si no porque pienso tan diferente...</div><div>mi cabeza no para de maquinar con todo...</div><div>y si!, hoy fue un dia que deseo olvidarlo cuanto antes...<br />Para empezar...</div><div>Todo un quilombo de transporte que uno no sabe como marchar en la ciudad...</div><div>piensen solo un instante...</div><div>mirando las imagenes de hoy por la tarde en la estacion Constitucion: </div><div>no parecemos todos animales?¿?<br />si buenissimo...comparto que no tenemos que quedarnos tranquilos dejando que nos bicleteen...tenemos que salir a las calles...</div><div>pero civilizadamente...</div><div>es cierto todo...! </div><div>Es razonable la bronca! </div><div>pero no es justo ni razonable esas reacciones...!!</div><div>no todo se arregla asi...PIEDRAS...CORRIDAS... BALAS...</div><div>guauu realmente no puedo entenderlo...!</div><div>¿ Así es nuestra vida?¿ Así debemos solucionar todo?</div><div>Creo que estamos todos muy equivocados, </div><div>la histeria es muy grande! </div><div>y la paciencia se acaba...!!<br />Me da mucha tristesa ver como nos manejamos en la vida...</div><div>sin ningun respeto ni a nosotros mismos...</div><div>realmente todo esta la reves! </div><div>nadie sabe quien es en realidad...<br />y para q seguir....<br /><br />Es verdad, es justo el sentimiento de bronca...el de BASTA YA!!!! </div><div> </div><div>Pero pensemos: </div><div> </div><div><br />•••••NO SOMOS NADA!!! •••••<br /><br />Es esto lo que quiere el gobierno...</div><div>gente pobre...</div><div>gente a quienes lastimar y subliminar sin ningun problema...</div><div>miestras el señor K junta y junta decretos q luego firma en su escritorio...</div><div>aca permanecemos nosotros aguantando todos los aumentos...<br /><br />Y realmente me doy cuanta q no samos nada...</div><div>no hay percance alguno de problema..sii todo sson ciegos a los problemas!!! </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-6322809765564323689?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-16463979480638410032008-07-11T10:42:00.000-07:002008-07-11T11:23:47.135-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21f71fe3d2ee408" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D021f71fe3d2ee408%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59C5BC16C93D785A77658D36CF91AF828FD2A383.48F31E0B159F4DE7F66218D28C700FE8CE4399C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21f71fe3d2ee408%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8670hKa5R3TdwGAALM25yhvldJ4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D021f71fe3d2ee408%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59C5BC16C93D785A77658D36CF91AF828FD2A383.48F31E0B159F4DE7F66218D28C700FE8CE4399C9%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21f71fe3d2ee408%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8670hKa5R3TdwGAALM25yhvldJ4&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p> </p><p>[Complicarlo todo por un capricho es tu profesión.</p><p>...Cada paso marca el recorrido de desilusión! </p><p>...El futuro es lo que aun nos queda para <em>vos y yo</em>...</p><p>lo obtendremos si se recupera <em>fuerza mas pasión</em>...! </p><p><strong>Cada paso un nuevo desafío cada vez mayor</strong> ,</p><p> y es mas sabio recurrir a un libro que a un televisor. </p><p>si el futuro es lo que aun golpea sin explicación </p><p>lo obtendremos combinando fuerza, <em>fuerza mas pasión</em>]</p><p><a href="http://www.fotolog.com/nathos_inpunk77"><em></em></a> </p><p>.</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-1646397948063841003?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-59881985768968036882008-07-11T10:28:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:01.398-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHearZRBbwI/AAAAAAAAACY/O5L07HIQVms/s1600-h/rataaaa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221812363266715394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHearZRBbwI/AAAAAAAAACY/O5L07HIQVms/s320/rataaaa.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHeaQp9TblI/AAAAAAAAACQ/44bzn9UVCDY/s1600-h/IMG_6947.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHeZbBSqgwI/AAAAAAAAACI/r3aMOkcUWRI/s1600-h/IMG_6878.JPG"></a>A veces pienso en que gracioso fue ese dia</div><div>que gradioso...Si muy!</div><div>cuantas cosas guardadas en el corazon...</div><div>Personas hermosas al lado nuestro...</div><div>hermosas del corazon</div><div>que te llenan el alma!</div><div>Recuerdo tambien: </div><div>Yo no sabia sacar una foto para el de la foto!</div><div>entonces la saco él, va la puse arriba de una pared y la saco...</div><div>en 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 y chiches!</div><div><br /><br /><br /> </div><div>[...y si algún día llego </div><div>yo a cambiar mi manera de pensar </div><div>se lo pido a mis amigos </div><div>que me vuelvan a cambiar...] </div><div><br /><br />.<br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>^^</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-5988198576896803688?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-85323693013065725292008-07-10T11:51:00.000-07:002008-07-10T12:54:13.374-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ecdb47956fe1869a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Decdb47956fe1869a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D7D4C9418BA6A99B4BDDFE949E8F48DE2A8BECC.40F9EAC9422980EF8F8724A698B77A4320B9BFF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Decdb47956fe1869a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwOG5iEOu8JyArOHUPdjkip_G1fU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Decdb47956fe1869a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D7D4C9418BA6A99B4BDDFE949E8F48DE2A8BECC.40F9EAC9422980EF8F8724A698B77A4320B9BFF8%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Decdb47956fe1869a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwOG5iEOu8JyArOHUPdjkip_G1fU&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p>Mantu hablando de la letra de "La vida"... </p><p>hablando de la mamá, que ya no esta...</p><p>Nos hizo llorar...</p><p>^^ </p><p>y final de "La vida"</p><p>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-8532369301306572529?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-76115389966213512062008-07-10T11:25:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:01.536-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHZZ64vc04I/AAAAAAAAACA/ka4NNVCbnJo/s1600-h/perdidos.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221459686181360514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHZZ64vc04I/AAAAAAAAACA/ka4NNVCbnJo/s320/perdidos.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>En los momentos q sabes quien eres y que quieres...</div><div>menos cosas te ponen triste...</div><div>solo que no se que se supone que sea...</div><div>trate de ser escritora...</div><div>pero odio lo qu escribo... </div><div>trate de tomar fotografias, pero...</div><div>soy una mediocre. </div><div>Como cada chica que paso por la fase de la fotografia...</div><div>como a caballos...</div><div>sacarle fotos estupidas a tus pies...</div><div>soy tan mediocre...</div><div>pero tal ves esta bien serlo...</div><br /><div>____</div><br /><div>Solo ella y él hablando en la cama de un desconocido hotel en un desconocido lugar del mundo, mas presisamente tokyo...y que grande se vuelve todo y que vacio se vuelve en tu interior cuando no conoces eso que aparece por delante tuyo...apenas se conocian y se enamoraron sin escaparse nunca jamas...se vieron una y otra noche sin tocar sus labios...cada uno, una vida diferente...pero estaban solos en aquel sitio...solo los dias pasaron sin nunca animarse...hasta el dia de la partida...cuando ya no quedaba tiempo...el se marchaba, ella quedaba...viajando por la peatonal...la vio...no dudo....bajo y un hermoso te extrañe se escapo de sus labios...cuando con todo el amor y la melancolia de dejarse ...permitio animarse a tocar a sus labios...y la hermosa charlotte brillo aun mas...y bob solo siguio su regreso....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-7611538996621351206?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-83407175201034511252008-07-10T09:14:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:01.869-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHY2PzrJuYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U2mbGQnsf9Q/s1600-h/IMG_6903.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221420463179807106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHY2PzrJuYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/U2mbGQnsf9Q/s320/IMG_6903.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>(Viviendo a full el descontrol que me produce estar con vos!)</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-8340717520103451125?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-86693219059910005782008-07-10T08:34:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:02.012-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYw1QEkflI/AAAAAAAAABw/--3bfwvCBa8/s1600-h/DSC01350.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221414509388004946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYw1QEkflI/AAAAAAAAABw/--3bfwvCBa8/s320/DSC01350.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A veces uno intenta querer olvidar, porque piensa q es lo mejor o simplemente xq casualmente es lo q + nos conviene, olvidar y empezar de nuevo...Pero quien asegura q todo eso q paso no va a volver a pasar que todo el sufrimiento se va a borrar solo por decir: "Lo olvide"....Realmente el olvidar nunca es bueno es mi objetividad la que piensa en ser como un tábano para estar arriba de mi misma haciendome recordar todo siempre todo! Las cosas malas para no volver a hacerlas...las cosas buenas para tratar de q sean mas buenas aun...Para no cerrar mis ojos...no confundirme, y avivarme al fin! Muchas veces me canso de mi misma...otras veces no se que hago aca si es q vivo en este mundo porque me siento tan alejada asi tal ves me pregunto y pregunto...y termino olvidando mi principio...asi tal ves todo quede igual y ni vos, ni nadie podran saber cual es mi sentimiento? que hago aca dentro? cuando deberia correr...que es lo que realmente quiero decir hoy!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-8669321905991000578?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-61683572167581230012008-07-10T08:15:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:02.187-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYpqrrtwcI/AAAAAAAAABo/2GA_k4CLi9g/s1600-h/IMG_4396.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221406631239991746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYpqrrtwcI/AAAAAAAAABo/2GA_k4CLi9g/s320/IMG_4396.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Deseo la verdad en la propia realidad...<br />escucharte esta noche y por siempre...</div><div>hablarte y q por siempre escuches mi voz...</div><div>mirarte y q tus ojos me alivien nuevamente...</div><div>esperarte cada noche...</div><div>deseo despertarme junto a vos todas mis mañanas...</div><div>besarte y renacer...</div><div>escaparme solo con vos...</div><div>recordar cada momento juntos...</div><div>amarte toda mi vida...</div><div>q jamas me faltes, xq sin vos no existo...</div><div>y hermosiarte aun mas bajo las estrellas...</div><div>ayudarte a vivir...</div><div>apesar de desear y desear...</div><div>tengo mucho miedo de q ese deseo nunca exista...</div><div>miedo a q jamas pueda hacerlo realidad...</div><div>miedo de perderte...</div><div>miedo de aveces no ser yo...</div><div>miedo de no existir...</div><div>de encontrarme en la vida...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-6168357216758123001?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-15485039897923947742008-07-10T06:55:00.000-07:002008-07-10T08:05:06.220-07:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f1b5789045b867f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f1b5789045b867f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46F721D01E6E21EF5AC030FF868A83B3E261F6DC.2A339236412323F14F4DDCBEAF42C98EB4AB5FAF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f1b5789045b867f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dni9ab3WSNPM8UD4dZ7zyvFaON_g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f1b5789045b867f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331078358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46F721D01E6E21EF5AC030FF868A83B3E261F6DC.2A339236412323F14F4DDCBEAF42C98EB4AB5FAF%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f1b5789045b867f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dni9ab3WSNPM8UD4dZ7zyvFaON_g&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Sentirse mal, tiene su precio al pasar</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">El tiempo atrás no quiere volver jamás</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Y mi canción perdió toda conexión</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Quizás este al borde de la emoción.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Veo pasar las horas como balas</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Y no acuerdo prácticamente nada</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Hincas tus dientes como si fueran dagas</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Y lentamente se clavan en mi espalda.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Un gato va cruzando los tejados</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Sin dejar hoy ningún tipo de rastro</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Como haces vos cuando venís a verme</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Es el dolor que toma de mi mano.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Creo que estoy al borde de un abismo</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Será por eso que no soy tan preciso</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Para decir las cosas que no debo</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Será verdad o será un espejismo.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Tome valor salí muy bien parado</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">De este lugar oscuro y desolado</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Un gato va cruzando los tejados</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Sin dejar hoy ningún tipo de rastro</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Como haces vos cuando venís a verme</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Es el dolor que toma de mi mano...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-1548503989792394774?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-79866787057001364382008-07-10T06:45:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:02.360-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYS63MZUkI/AAAAAAAAABc/mzEFnaJfBBo/s1600-h/IMG_6788.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221381620440322626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYS63MZUkI/AAAAAAAAABc/mzEFnaJfBBo/s320/IMG_6788.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Cuando me busques ahi? estáre</div><div>tu serás mi luna y en cada una de mis noches a ti te cantáre </div><div>yo quiero llegar mas alla ver el sol </div><div>tu cuerpo es un poema de sensualidad </div><div>Armonia de amor tu cara bonita es mi inspiración </div><div>abrazame a tu corazón y no me dejes ir </div><div>Armonia de amor un sentimiento es un corazón </div><div>abrazame a tu corazón y no me dejes ir....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>- </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-7986678705700136438?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-33698177864381218002008-07-10T06:39:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:02.880-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYRqDzDZVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZJsmhFdHA6w/s1600-h/IMG_3995.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221380232254285138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYRqDzDZVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZJsmhFdHA6w/s320/IMG_3995.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span> 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</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666666;">Me acuerdo de ese dia... </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#666666;">siempre lo recuerdo porque fue el dia que mas estuvimos con el y con la banda</span><span style="color:#666666;">!</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Hernan Mantoiani...El amigo Mantu!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-3369817786438121800?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-18704776284066450232008-07-10T06:32:00.000-07:002008-12-10T08:54:03.085-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYQxq_7EUI/AAAAAAAAABM/FIf_2-Q9-2s/s1600-h/IMG_6760.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221379263524704578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hxqRBAHBqsA/SHYQxq_7EUI/AAAAAAAAABM/FIf_2-Q9-2s/s320/IMG_6760.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Ni loco pienso abandonareste castillo de felicidadel </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">que tanto esfuerzo costo levantar </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">y en silencio lagrimas vi rodarhoy </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">sentado hay tranquilidadsonrisas,</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">guiños de complicidaduna mirada puede </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">explicarlo que un millon de palabras no podran</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">y vender a mi niño, ya no tiene sentidopuede </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">ser un bandido, o un corazon perdidoya paso el dolor, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">no apuestes al rencorque esta en juego hoy, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">mas que una ilusion2 de corazon...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-1870477628406645023?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435448866775624677.post-65350149820248956682008-07-10T06:06:00.000-07:002008-07-10T06:09:52.986-07:00.<br /><br />Un amigo vagabundo me dijo una gran verdad<br />que las almas son el refugio de tan grande soledad<br />que una noche puede durar un siglo y segundos una eternidad<br />vio al hombre dirigirse sin rumbo, matándose por matar<br />y en el salón de los pasos perdidos,<br />una historia mas un paisaje sin firmamentos,<br />cuanta oscuridad flores secas q estallan cerca de algún funeral<br />ojos ciegos que ven mas lejos del propio mas allá<br />vio una casa con espíritus dentro tratándose de escapar<br />a viajar por el infinito, viajar y no regresar<br />y en el salón de los pasos perdidos, una historia mas<br />vacaciones en el infierno fatal claridad<br />y en el salón de los pasos perdidos,<br />una historia mas un paisaje sin firmamentos<br />cuanta oscuridad<br />Las historias que el ha vivido,<br />por siempre en mi rondaran hoy la llevo en lo profundo<br />y olvido, mil veces al despertar pasan horas y el fuego encendido,<br />calienta la soledad es un perro gris que sigue dormido,<br />amigo fiel si los hay y en el salón de los pasos perdidos,<br />una historia mas esta noche te quiero al lado mío cuanta soledad...<br /><br /><br /><br /> .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1435448866775624677-6535014982024895668?l=pasosperdidoos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pasosperdidos.77http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000211502969665073noreply@blogger.com0