tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47154579731984698622024-02-20T19:06:02.868-08:00I will always love you.Maria Gonzalez Herrera Pueyo Marcos.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241176851527325057noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715457973198469862.post-82610487186454202222012-07-14T15:14:00.001-07:002012-07-14T15:14:02.854-07:00Carta a mi mejor amigaHola:<br />
<a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/32061768/295191_357628670955321_374473639_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="295191_357628670955321_374473639_n_large" border="0" class="full-size" height="307" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/32061768/295191_357628670955321_374473639_n_large.jpg" width="320" /></a>Hace 7 años que nos conocemos. Nos hemos entendido a la perfeccion. Nos hemos respetado. Nos hemos ayudado. Pero como tu sueles decir, el verano cambia a la gente. Y creo que este año me ha tocado a mi. He cambiado. Si no es por fuera, sera por dentro pero he cambiado. Lo se, pero siento que ya no tenemos ese vinculo que nos unia desde ese siempre que intentamos construir. Lo siento mucho, perdoname pero ya estoy cansada de estar pendiente de ti y perderme mi vida. Voy a ser egoista, porque tu lo has sido conmigo.<br />
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M. <br />
<br />Maria Gonzalez Herrera Pueyo Marcos.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241176851527325057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715457973198469862.post-88574472994849220432012-04-09T15:26:00.000-07:002012-04-09T15:26:55.173-07:00Poque yo?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTC1uIRMHnrudE1I-k_sEma4AAgujqZ34BQJJb1s-ddiWyMm2qaAvbu3Sq_rRkA06r6RgrSS5vXohQPpueYfJTGsCfUhhytc_qZy8avBoRFPTqlpaxUiWwVNWOcjBFmj8SoCTLG6ozz2k1/s1600/tumblr_lxchgk7e8P1qdok4ro1_500_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTC1uIRMHnrudE1I-k_sEma4AAgujqZ34BQJJb1s-ddiWyMm2qaAvbu3Sq_rRkA06r6RgrSS5vXohQPpueYfJTGsCfUhhytc_qZy8avBoRFPTqlpaxUiWwVNWOcjBFmj8SoCTLG6ozz2k1/s400/tumblr_lxchgk7e8P1qdok4ro1_500_large_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Siempre quise saber el porque de las cosas, esa explicacion que esperamos todos. Yo desde que naci, pense que todo pasaba por algo. Que sinceramente el destino existe. Todo sucede por algun motivo. Lo que yo no se y nunca entendere es por que todo lo malo me tiene que pasar a mi. He hecho tantas cosas malas? He sido tan malvada? He fracasado en todo? No lo se pero mi vida se viene abajo.Maria Gonzalez Herrera Pueyo Marcos.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241176851527325057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715457973198469862.post-13925311674944225722012-04-08T05:26:00.000-07:002012-04-08T05:26:01.571-07:00No.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>"De algo estoy seguro.<br />
No podrá quererla como la quería yo, no podrá adorarla de ese modo, no sabrá advertir hasta el menor de sus dulces movimientos, de aquellos gestos imperceptibles de su cara.<br />
Es como si sólo a mí se me hubiera sido concedida la facultad de ver, de conocer el verdadero sabor de sus besos, el color real de sus ojos.<br />
Nadie podrá ver nunca lo que yo he visto. Y él menos que ninguno.<br />
Él, incapaz de amarla, incapaz de verla verdaderamente, de entenderla, de respetarla.<br />
Él no se divertirá con esos tiernos caprichos."<br />
<div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Porque a pesar de todo, él os quiere.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNOLFZ_CutcsL8EHug5P1yygDX1a5QzuoxCRwRogg8ZI9taKw7im7dy96GbB-bnUm0mrhx71NLLFk-0TweGQbdbtvmaliQld14kT1FjHTgwyteoPzC0ocZr1C8DdAbZtmakE07x79jURK/s1600/tumblrlnb3shxvmn1qbacrg.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNOLFZ_CutcsL8EHug5P1yygDX1a5QzuoxCRwRogg8ZI9taKw7im7dy96GbB-bnUm0mrhx71NLLFk-0TweGQbdbtvmaliQld14kT1FjHTgwyteoPzC0ocZr1C8DdAbZtmakE07x79jURK/s640/tumblrlnb3shxvmn1qbacrg.gif" width="640" /></a></div>Maria Gonzalez Herrera Pueyo Marcos.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241176851527325057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715457973198469862.post-71574216473221253362012-04-08T02:11:00.001-07:002012-04-08T02:13:14.264-07:00Buenos dias mis princesitaas:D<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWV5e2WpeK98csa8qq9JlkNc0wAHTpPkfNtRnQhFSFurKUYrJpvL_6yU6u8ZcV1A7uNN16V0HTSuWxPjCHhX5eGa_obCxGaj7igVQYaZCy4NzY5L8wD4s8Vbx4UDegG7-Tupvau4L81wP_/s1600/buenos_dias_princesa_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="497" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWV5e2WpeK98csa8qq9JlkNc0wAHTpPkfNtRnQhFSFurKUYrJpvL_6yU6u8ZcV1A7uNN16V0HTSuWxPjCHhX5eGa_obCxGaj7igVQYaZCy4NzY5L8wD4s8Vbx4UDegG7-Tupvau4L81wP_/s640/buenos_dias_princesa_large.jpg" width="640" /></a><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/LYU6pwGpRFw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Maria Gonzalez Herrera Pueyo Marcos.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241176851527325057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715457973198469862.post-15459639844159651802012-04-07T11:03:00.000-07:002012-04-07T11:03:12.778-07:00Deja que todo te resbale:)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tfW0oCckd1SBAF8BZnXBug4zHXNk2hUIWeikdotmO1tRZ-tSYTCHDaIIi3eNpO6_0JRkJZ8iwyN6giPTbr_vmFzUoScriYC_Z5cH-5UxJRw9jLkHKzO_VwDFwzG2kR7tMvhMzUdsrRuM/s1600/9149ae18f9d6939dcbd899cbeb805183_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tfW0oCckd1SBAF8BZnXBug4zHXNk2hUIWeikdotmO1tRZ-tSYTCHDaIIi3eNpO6_0JRkJZ8iwyN6giPTbr_vmFzUoScriYC_Z5cH-5UxJRw9jLkHKzO_VwDFwzG2kR7tMvhMzUdsrRuM/s640/9149ae18f9d6939dcbd899cbeb805183_large.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
No te comas la cabeza, riete de tus defectos, olvidate de las preocupaciones y sobretodo DEJA QUE TODO TE RESBALE :D<br />
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+Recoger mis cosas, no lo soporto mas.<br />
-Pero, si solo llevamos una semana juntos.<br />
+Ya, pero ya sabes , no importa el tiempo ni el lugar que el amor siempre aparecera.<br />
-No te pongas filosofica ahora.<br />
+como puedes decir eso?,pero si la filosofia es la perfeccion!<br />
-Si.. No..<br />
+Por eso me voy, porque no respetas mis gustos, criticas todo lo que amo.<br />
-No, no me has dejado terminar, te queria decir que.. No puede haber algo mas perfecto que tu.Maria Gonzalez Herrera Pueyo Marcos.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241176851527325057noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715457973198469862.post-17147365235948616102012-04-04T06:32:00.000-07:002012-04-04T06:32:27.424-07:00Only hope.<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">There is a sun thats inside of my soul,<br />
it's the one that i've tried to write <br />
over and over again...<br />
i'm awake in the infinite hope,<br />
but you sing to me <br />
over and over and over again</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">so i lay my head back down,<br />
and i lift my hands and pray<br />
to be only yours,<br />
i pray to be only yours...<br />
i know now your my only hope<br />
Sing to me the song of the stars<br />
of your galaxy dancing,<br />
and laughing and laughing again...<br />
when it feels like my dreams are so far,<br />
sing to me of the plans that you have for me, <br />
over and over again<br />
<br />
so i lay my head back down,<br />
and i lift my hands and pray<br />
to be only yours,<br />
i pray to be only yours...<br />
i know now your my only hope<br />
I give you my destiny.<br />
i'm giving you all of me.<br />
i want your symphony,<br />
singing in all that i am<br />
at the top of my lungs,<br />
i'm giving it all<br />
So i lay my head back down,<br />
and i lift my hands and pray<br />
to be only yours,<br />
i pray to be only yours...<br />
i pray to be only yours...<br />
i know now your my only hope</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/He3qmXo0oww?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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-Si, claro!<br />
+Yo te gusto?<br />
-No se.<br />
+Como que no sabes?<br />
-Pues esqe no estoy segura la verdad..<br />
+Pero que te pasa? te gusta otro o no estas preparada..<br />
-No, no es nada de eso!<br />
+Entonces qe es?<br />
-Pues qe no se si sabre hacerte feliz:)Maria Gonzalez Herrera Pueyo Marcos.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14241176851527325057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4715457973198469862.post-69391477090167935412012-04-04T04:35:00.000-07:002012-04-04T04:35:02.828-07:00Zu zara nire eguzki bakarra.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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