tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26043215983371910492024-02-07T05:58:18.539+01:00Las canciones de mi vidasrta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-88803025804970605262010-11-08T23:59:00.000+01:002010-11-09T00:01:33.974+01:00Don't drink and fly<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilL-E1ZsfQNM2I1WqcpdKf4ti1R5RSHI9JryyR6ksO4O1kSIxv4U3NYfQEAulcweQOmjYe4EJuWdivZVg1leC6fNXjYGxCWprdRhxgR0nP_ASgWQUN0llCQ7XQFpwIjzQESKyHVlPGnen8/s1600/dontdrink_andfly.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537317795327336402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilL-E1ZsfQNM2I1WqcpdKf4ti1R5RSHI9JryyR6ksO4O1kSIxv4U3NYfQEAulcweQOmjYe4EJuWdivZVg1leC6fNXjYGxCWprdRhxgR0nP_ASgWQUN0llCQ7XQFpwIjzQESKyHVlPGnen8/s320/dontdrink_andfly.jpg" /></a><br />No todo el mundo sabe volar...<br /><div></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-34220078255757238182010-11-02T18:59:00.003+01:002010-11-02T19:12:31.744+01:00Wicked GameThe world was on fire and <strong>no one could save me but you.<br /></strong>It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.<br /><strong>I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.<br />And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you.<br /><br /></strong>No, I don't want to fall in love.<br />(This world is only gonna break your heart)<br />No, I don't want to fall in love.<br />(This world is only gonna break your heart)<br />With you. With you.<br />(This world is only gonna break your heart)<br /><br />What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.<br />What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.<br />What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.<br />What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,<br /><br />I want to fall in love.<br />(This world is only gonna break your heart)<br />No, I want to fall in love.<br />(This world is only gonna break your heart)<br />With you.<br /><br />The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.<br />It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.<br /><strong>I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.<br />And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you no,<br /><br /></strong>No, I want to fall in love.<br />(This world is only gonna break your heart)<br />No, I want to fall in love.<br />(This world is only gonna break your heart)<br />With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)<br />With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)<br />No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)<br /><br />Nobody loves no one<br /><br /><br /><strong>~Traducción:</strong><br />http://www.planetadeletras.com/index.php?m=s&lid=176791<br /><br /><strong>Mi cover en mi canal de Youtube~ (basada en la versión de Stone Sour)<br /></strong>http://www.youtube.com/user/Srtaisis3?feature=mhum#p/a/u/1/3CTkprQ2g4g<br /><br />Está descompensada la imagen con el sonido >.<<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I'll be always singing you~<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535016274001764738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweCkhVdI2zSXh-5swxK8B71URLKeWXHetwRH2knJ04i4MGHFzjU96y9YS1PHW8DbPHcYzwZtd1phX17I9ic9cn8cVV_bgaGC5ojHS2VKNeNVJ1SqH72y2RVBxKDypt5M1TIlhQFwQl7u8/s320/lovely+morning.jpg" /></strong>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-80427224268704941692010-07-30T17:23:00.000+02:002010-07-30T17:26:34.240+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLx7eQql8lppv6PPkLGMUKoUrE5ZIX8OnwJCsaEGqucNfamjQuIcnVKdq1ytsAql8RWTRNXXjE0Iy4hOPlT4tQN85V6e9N5u5Q6QPmlnu0HeSOV40w5lmbXHU7gjzitzSw-FZjZoNvQB2c/s1600/2709245820_39f52d7fb3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLx7eQql8lppv6PPkLGMUKoUrE5ZIX8OnwJCsaEGqucNfamjQuIcnVKdq1ytsAql8RWTRNXXjE0Iy4hOPlT4tQN85V6e9N5u5Q6QPmlnu0HeSOV40w5lmbXHU7gjzitzSw-FZjZoNvQB2c/s400/2709245820_39f52d7fb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499720895418111474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty,<br />Sound of their breath fades with the light.<br />I think about the loveless fascination,<br />Under the milky way tonight.<br /><br />Lower the curtain down in memphis,<br />Lower the curtain down all right.<br />I got no time for private consultation,<br />Under the milky way tonight.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wish I knew what you were looking for.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Might have known what you would find.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wish I knew what you were looking for.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Might have known what you would find.</span><br /><br />And its something quite peculiar,<br />Something thats shimmering and white.<br />Leads you here despite your destination,<br />Under the milky way tonight<br />[...]<br /></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-89417671940103285632010-07-30T17:17:00.002+02:002010-07-30T17:22:59.859+02:00"28 días, 6 horas, 42 minutos, 12 segundos... entonces será cuando se termine el mundo."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAlF7xeHpbtkcZ9drq_zHCad4iqMqgm16RqYmwT6TE4i0GubCjQAlqbluBO0izYIbbS_0QwZuVGpd2CFDB1_WmcyuhCuSYw49Wy2waeEV_wAJejdY4eCQgGLzJUzy1kssBgGD6palPO1e/s1600/20060416_848_Eye.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAlF7xeHpbtkcZ9drq_zHCad4iqMqgm16RqYmwT6TE4i0GubCjQAlqbluBO0izYIbbS_0QwZuVGpd2CFDB1_WmcyuhCuSYw49Wy2waeEV_wAJejdY4eCQgGLzJUzy1kssBgGD6palPO1e/s400/20060416_848_Eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499719400850641234" border="0" /></a><br />"Todas las criaturas de este mundo <span style="font-weight: bold;">mueren</span> solas. <span style="font-weight: bold;">No quiero</span> estar solo''<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Donnie Darko</span>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-25866576433692848452010-06-28T00:44:00.004+02:002010-06-28T00:50:06.828+02:00Lovely Childhood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVTr-LyIwfNwDi1uyCwA2-BKadZM2FMWlRo9TmZZbWcsB21qh2QuIfCrmAhxg7BGo3kcyhY2pVUxXzg6R3wxjkyoGmoh5dk7Y8c1EDr5zVbDzeNRnFXtH6X3U8uq4si0SUETvv-ucxo9P/s1600/Young-Thora-thora-birch-1104481_592_727.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487589207925678194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVTr-LyIwfNwDi1uyCwA2-BKadZM2FMWlRo9TmZZbWcsB21qh2QuIfCrmAhxg7BGo3kcyhY2pVUxXzg6R3wxjkyoGmoh5dk7Y8c1EDr5zVbDzeNRnFXtH6X3U8uq4si0SUETvv-ucxo9P/s400/Young-Thora-thora-birch-1104481_592_727.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong>Muñequita de porcelana.<br /></strong><br /><br /><br /> <em>Thora Birch.<br /></em><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-29161437662817309292010-05-29T12:54:00.001+02:002010-05-29T12:57:11.394+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQatZiiHQJiqEfMpKmLol2WQuCBlw3woQPfbBSn53AhXdttnxNaXKycRNkuzwOFohOmHgKPYEZ65Zfq_06SBUCuXkx_CmJw3Tt4S3mjl0TOXEX12zevXgtdOlbDPJpK64yhGiZJRekBsOX/s1600/Big_City_Nights_by_ahermin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476643730628265090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQatZiiHQJiqEfMpKmLol2WQuCBlw3woQPfbBSn53AhXdttnxNaXKycRNkuzwOFohOmHgKPYEZ65Zfq_06SBUCuXkx_CmJw3Tt4S3mjl0TOXEX12zevXgtdOlbDPJpK64yhGiZJRekBsOX/s320/Big_City_Nights_by_ahermin.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"><p align="center">Espero que aparezcas.<br />Que seas esa persona con la que compartirlo todo y más.<br />Que escuchemos música y que nuestros corazones sigan el ritmo.<br />Que nos miremos y se detenga todo.<br />Que nos besemos y se me retuerza el estómago.<br />Aún esperaré a que aparezcas...</p></span>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-2825974715702137622010-05-29T01:46:00.002+02:002010-05-29T01:49:10.421+02:00Decir ''te quiero dibujando un corazón con las manos''<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNoixUjfrtTOlcS_8A0MrT6J0HYo1kS4N8vtMgh6QRnGp_MkeDDiBvG0hByIauFyAk14Q8PkaPxv-UuE3BYoPy6eKBt-HJ0VKorHb2n-qZdOfMDerfNB5kvPNxKE5PpSxnJxAD50_X6l-/s1600/tumblrl27r34bplm1qa6kwp_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNoixUjfrtTOlcS_8A0MrT6J0HYo1kS4N8vtMgh6QRnGp_MkeDDiBvG0hByIauFyAk14Q8PkaPxv-UuE3BYoPy6eKBt-HJ0VKorHb2n-qZdOfMDerfNB5kvPNxKE5PpSxnJxAD50_X6l-/s320/tumblrl27r34bplm1qa6kwp_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476471808137725778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">You and me</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Meant to be</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Immutable</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Impossible</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />It's destiny</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Pure lunacy</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Incalculable</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />Inseparable</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />And for the last time</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br />You're everything that I want and asked for</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">You're all that I dream<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">(The Smashing Pumpkins - Stand inside your love)</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /></span></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-63682761222955034732010-05-29T01:24:00.001+02:002010-05-29T01:27:22.712+02:00Estrellas<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">A veces tengo la sensación<br />de que me encuentro en <span style="font-weight: bold;">otro mundo</span> totalmente distinto.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Una sensación extraña domina todo mi cuerpo,<br />es como <span style="font-weight: bold;">retroceder en el tiempo con la mente.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Recordar y revivir al mismo tiempo <span style="font-weight: bold;">algo que nunca he visto.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Las estrellas</span>, son tan mágicas.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Realmente <span style="font-weight: bold;">esconden algo</span>, detrás de toda esa luz.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Me apasionan, me hipnotizan, <span style="font-weight: bold;">son increibles</span>.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Perdamos el tiempo contemplando el cielo y las estrellas.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">¿Lo compartes?</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">(Lo que una canción puede transmitir. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">''To Sheila'' me transmite tanta tranquilidad, me encanta...)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"></span></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><br /></span>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-46076471227140674892010-05-29T01:20:00.001+02:002010-05-29T01:28:12.120+02:00I feel real<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFczffcb83eZRwAhjnydamKcaFrJpgEjzvCwf4ARhOVpSA3jeKbxOUM-PeHgYG6-QM4DGawB9LyysPuLX9u4PoQTGPzEL1CAxTHSovzLLQEk5Kdjiia1XHrxkwQyMt4rO5Rf7GKi1uIV0m/s1600/Night_by_Coconut365.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFczffcb83eZRwAhjnydamKcaFrJpgEjzvCwf4ARhOVpSA3jeKbxOUM-PeHgYG6-QM4DGawB9LyysPuLX9u4PoQTGPzEL1CAxTHSovzLLQEk5Kdjiia1XHrxkwQyMt4rO5Rf7GKi1uIV0m/s320/Night_by_Coconut365.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476465556379881186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">You make me real<br />You make me real<br />Strong as <span style="font-weight: bold;">I feel</span><br />You make me <span style="font-weight: bold;">real</span><br /><br />(The Smashing Pumpkins - To Sheila)<br />Traducción: http://www.songstraducidas.com/letratraducida-To_Sheila_3440.htm<br /></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-37527169647820253372010-05-17T20:18:00.003+02:002010-05-17T20:21:48.318+02:00Be yourself!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9tcF5OMvbXZS5LWNZwCOIHoRvcVQsnYw_bSd-xcEJP2U0Jh_oWkCmVfRP4PBwsqtZMcPa7Lkc3eOOyHYIEj8Mlrz3EGtoXXTnMbvnW0IyNERK7dDCRnfJ6dxmz4ZZ5WJbvb0OCd1Y9Qf/s1600/be+yourself.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472305166958862210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9tcF5OMvbXZS5LWNZwCOIHoRvcVQsnYw_bSd-xcEJP2U0Jh_oWkCmVfRP4PBwsqtZMcPa7Lkc3eOOyHYIEj8Mlrz3EGtoXXTnMbvnW0IyNERK7dDCRnfJ6dxmz4ZZ5WJbvb0OCd1Y9Qf/s320/be+yourself.png" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">We chase misprinted <strong>lies</strong><br />we face the path of<strong> time</strong><br />and </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>yet i fight<br /></strong>and <strong>yet i fight</strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>this battle all alone<br />no one to cry to<br />no place to call home<br /></strong>oooh...oooh...<br />oooh...oooh...<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>my gift of self is raped<br />my privacy is raked</strong><br />and yet i find<br />and yet i find<br />repeating in my head<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>if i can't be my own<br />i'd feel better dead<br /></strong>oooh...oooh...<br />oooh...oooh...<br /><br />(Alice in chains - Nutshell)</span></span></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-9224521711248257422010-05-08T23:07:00.003+02:002010-05-08T23:11:23.468+02:00Muse - Time is running out<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCE-hzDG9NbNt0UaoKo0OniHuiHm-KPa0l8QVCNC6mrokniNKUmi6HEBZS_iDYkEMlb88cW8x8SjFb4OhVKNgOJog7HuVxef88uyvXKZsIg0ab7yhV23PIVILtQWxjCINWN75NQGn8023m/s1600/different_times_by_lostknightkg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469009412014968802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCE-hzDG9NbNt0UaoKo0OniHuiHm-KPa0l8QVCNC6mrokniNKUmi6HEBZS_iDYkEMlb88cW8x8SjFb4OhVKNgOJog7HuVxef88uyvXKZsIg0ab7yhV23PIVILtQWxjCINWN75NQGn8023m/s320/different_times_by_lostknightkg.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong>I think I'm drowning<br />asphyxiating<br />I wanna break the spell<br />that you've created<br /></strong><br />you're something beautiful<br />a contradiction<br />I wanna play the game<br />I want the friction<br /><br /><strong>you will be<br />the death of me<br /></strong>yeah, you will be<br />the death of me<br /><br />bury it<br />I won't let you bury it<br />I won't let you smother it<br />I won't let you murder it<br /><br /><strong>our time is running out<br /></strong>and our time is running out<br />you can't push it underground<br />we can't stop it screaming out<br /><br />I wanted freedom<br />but I'm restricted<br /><strong>I tried to give you up<br />but I'm addicted<br /></strong><br />now that you know I'm trapped<br />sense of elation<br />you'll never dream of breaking this fixation<br />you will squeeze the life out of me<br /><br /><strong>you will suck the life out of me</strong></span></p>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-6879557151376325502010-05-08T22:57:00.002+02:002010-05-08T23:04:48.197+02:00Ahora no es fácil...<span style="font-size:85%;"> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;">Si no quisiera que te fueras,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;">te <strong>estaría mintiendo.<br /></strong>Y si te dijera que no te fueras,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;">también lo estaría haciendo.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"><br /><br />Es triste ver a esa persona</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;">riendo con otra que <strong>no eres tú</strong>.</span></p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1A15qw1k_h3qrUdo2Sl2xd2EUBP8YN97qr-N4NoHX46Cl_l5tBu5W4nIzQO4aRP0r4QTRRcwBwB6uUnCA42zALlWvDYztVRr7gMHvjQ9hHxu5sdwmtztJ7uCWip-NjcXQvOZBlX5nZ0X/s1600/ahoranoesfacil.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469007618716864930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1A15qw1k_h3qrUdo2Sl2xd2EUBP8YN97qr-N4NoHX46Cl_l5tBu5W4nIzQO4aRP0r4QTRRcwBwB6uUnCA42zALlWvDYztVRr7gMHvjQ9hHxu5sdwmtztJ7uCWip-NjcXQvOZBlX5nZ0X/s320/ahoranoesfacil.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-83033135117864686322010-05-06T14:32:00.000+02:002010-05-06T14:35:14.244+02:00Alice in Suicideworld<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#663366;">-¿<strong>Alicia</strong>?<br />-¿Si, <strong>conejito blanco</strong>?<br />-Es <strong>hora de tomar el té</strong> - dijo el conejo dándole un sorbo a la taza de té.<br />Éste aún contenía el dedo cortado del sombrero loco.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#663366;">-Después <strong>les cortaremos la cabeza a todos</strong>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#663366;">-¡<strong>Qué divertido</strong>!- dijo Alicia mostrando una <strong>sádica sonrisa</strong>.<br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 4"> </span>(Texto: Myself)<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 10pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-32181586306615017262010-05-06T14:07:00.002+02:002010-05-06T14:32:18.984+02:00The Birthday Massacre - Blue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqY5f8xt-2S2ajQ3n5yJZ4HiSbhSagb-Pf92ImvrfYYuCqr4tVuS9MwLhlUfJEkC44xJeqo8lkhFKw1P1eWFdpy6Zi3-Po_t9lCQeCKjlZBPvrkGrErrK1EHHVg2L4HTWrq_FQAOdX_g7P/s1600/thebm__violet+05.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468128426901227618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqY5f8xt-2S2ajQ3n5yJZ4HiSbhSagb-Pf92ImvrfYYuCqr4tVuS9MwLhlUfJEkC44xJeqo8lkhFKw1P1eWFdpy6Zi3-Po_t9lCQeCKjlZBPvrkGrErrK1EHHVg2L4HTWrq_FQAOdX_g7P/s320/thebm__violet+05.jpg" /></a><br /><pre style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11.5pt"><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11.5pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; FONT-SIZE: 8pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: windowtext; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="color:#663366;">Plastic blue<br /></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="color:#663366;">Conversations in my room<br /><strong>Saving every tear for you<br /></strong><strong>Trusting every word untrue<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></pre></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11.5pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="color:#663366;">Twilight fading<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11.5pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="color:#663366;">Fate changes faster than the death of light<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11.5pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="color:#663366;">You supply the envy<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11.5pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="color:#663366;">And I'll provide the spite<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11.5pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><o:p><span style="color:#663366;"> </span></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11.5pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana', 'sans-serif'; COLOR: black; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="color:#663366;">Reflections cutting every face in two<br />Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></span></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-4192741036687416082010-05-04T18:05:00.003+02:002010-05-17T20:26:37.497+02:00El arte de evitar suicidios<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKl-DJ6acoM06P4Hnzj2JwTTejpVTPr2-uCk8RlGBWeQ1qzPnphEEIJz-b6CCtHck64p6helFVPHvdX1eTcmmx_EEab4fKrecZv2I8Wx0I1x7Qsivd2-eLS6X8Oc7hyphenhyphenITX6xeb3mPi7u8/s1600/gun.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467453569917438002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKl-DJ6acoM06P4Hnzj2JwTTejpVTPr2-uCk8RlGBWeQ1qzPnphEEIJz-b6CCtHck64p6helFVPHvdX1eTcmmx_EEab4fKrecZv2I8Wx0I1x7Qsivd2-eLS6X8Oc7hyphenhyphenITX6xeb3mPi7u8/s320/gun.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;">You're lying to yourself again<br />Suicidal imbecile<br />Think about it, put it on the faultline<br /></span><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>What'll it take to get it through to you precious<br /></strong>Over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this<br />Such a mess. I don't want to watch you.<br /><br />Disconnect and self destruct <strong>one bullet at a time</strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die<br /><br />(A perfect circle - The noose)</span></strong></span></p>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-63494031020163253332010-05-04T00:18:00.003+02:002010-05-04T00:19:25.657+02:00Mañanas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIO3dZrIG4PbPI0W8fD-AUUqf-72MzZSThfloRHjYMwrfWbH3uQpXA-0-Y4Sk7VeIh4Ze23lMulFmi5HCN8oTj-sXqvqowoWiYEMz4DcYfkAhGZtRm2I8mRBtMI-76GNrKjLehzvqHD07/s1600/mananas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467171867378958242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIO3dZrIG4PbPI0W8fD-AUUqf-72MzZSThfloRHjYMwrfWbH3uQpXA-0-Y4Sk7VeIh4Ze23lMulFmi5HCN8oTj-sXqvqowoWiYEMz4DcYfkAhGZtRm2I8mRBtMI-76GNrKjLehzvqHD07/s320/mananas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;">Me encantaban las mañanas junto a tí.<br />Y aún me siguen encantando.</span></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-26730878285899741302010-05-03T16:38:00.005+02:002010-05-17T20:25:54.181+02:00Will you still love me in the morning?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1x8AOXAdPXOrXKRt4bBhfFYTi7IxK-2cPfzGK25YG_-L8q0QXMUCbG0lqL7IqBh4OG2bgtOqi8_Ogpt11KgYdhLQspMKPX3_I5V6nVLnRc_YvcV35mcLTrqcWmyxQDIDfPAN9pGKJzqg1/s1600/willustilllovemeinthemorning.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467053412217361970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1x8AOXAdPXOrXKRt4bBhfFYTi7IxK-2cPfzGK25YG_-L8q0QXMUCbG0lqL7IqBh4OG2bgtOqi8_Ogpt11KgYdhLQspMKPX3_I5V6nVLnRc_YvcV35mcLTrqcWmyxQDIDfPAN9pGKJzqg1/s320/willustilllovemeinthemorning.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>If you, if you could return<br />Don´t let it burn, don´t let it fade<br /></strong>I´m sure I´m not being rude<br />But it´s just your attitudeIt´s tearing me apart<br />It´s ruining everything<br />And I swore, I swore I would be true<br />And honey so did you<br />So why were you holding her hand<br />Is that the way we stand<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Were you lying all the time<br />Was it just a game to you<br /></strong><br />But I´m in so deep<br /><strong>You know I´m such a fool for you</strong><br />You got me wrapped around your finger<br />Do you have to let it linger<br />Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger<br /><br />Oh, I thought the world of you<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>I thought nothing could go wrong<br />But I was wrong, I was wrong<br />If you, if you could get by<br />Trying not to lie<br />Things wouldn´t be so confused<br />And I wouldn´t feel so used<br />But you always really knew<br />I just wanna be with you</strong><br /><br />And I´m in so deep<br /><strong>You know I´m such a fool for you</strong><br />You got me wrapped around your finger<br />Do you have to let it linger<br />Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger.<br /><br />(The Cranberries - Linger)</span></span><br /></span></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-6487737014095804202010-05-03T16:16:00.003+02:002010-05-03T16:27:16.719+02:00La música está impregnada en mi piel<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ONSl4tR9X_8QowZ156l5HXGz2b0oDq8YGxSu1jtRd3hmmGk4uqTXAzIHKb6-n9QuRtjQW0-KnPm7-9JZHPwTL_uGAwvHR7U-yV4QKFJTziWE8wXo4tNnOa9vbzeW4VJSNYCTmIigHOG6/s1600/espalda+B%26W.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467047775952150050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ONSl4tR9X_8QowZ156l5HXGz2b0oDq8YGxSu1jtRd3hmmGk4uqTXAzIHKb6-n9QuRtjQW0-KnPm7-9JZHPwTL_uGAwvHR7U-yV4QKFJTziWE8wXo4tNnOa9vbzeW4VJSNYCTmIigHOG6/s320/espalda+B%26W.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"><br />Tú has sido y serás mi música.<br />Está grabada en mi piel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;">y tú estás también.</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604321598337191049.post-6997130267116044802010-05-02T01:58:00.003+02:002010-05-17T20:24:40.491+02:00Noches reversibles<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEI1Qu10Ta9-0tdNKAYua1tFVD4D6X6oGdzVc9oqklWXr1nLAxHqq2NvFMwxAGC5pYsckjmRGMyopGydOjmgePc4Jzw8_mfl1vkDlegBTyAajACkeDrpNd1T6_bKQM76kZHlyGjTAjOkhk/s1600/tumblr_kyp4y8INiM1qaqsoco1_500_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466455627332766818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEI1Qu10Ta9-0tdNKAYua1tFVD4D6X6oGdzVc9oqklWXr1nLAxHqq2NvFMwxAGC5pYsckjmRGMyopGydOjmgePc4Jzw8_mfl1vkDlegBTyAajACkeDrpNd1T6_bKQM76kZHlyGjTAjOkhk/s400/tumblr_kyp4y8INiM1qaqsoco1_500_large.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">¿No ves que lo nuestro es raro?<br />Sigue intacto en mil pedazos<br />y no logra romperse.<br /><br />Respira ileso en sus estados graves,<br />tanto hablar del </span><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>fin<br /></strong>que ahora apenas </span></span><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>duele.<br /></strong><br />Y aun así, <strong>te reirás</strong>,<br /><strong>volvería a revivirlo sin dudar</strong>.<br /><br />Podría ser tan <strong>fácil</strong>, sería <strong>espectacular</strong>,<br />si fueran reversibles aquellas <strong>noches de incendio</strong>.<br /><br />Más noches reversibles para saborear<br />las <strong>horas más humildes</strong> con un placer más intenso.<br /><br />¿No ves que si hemos perdido<br /><strong>hemos ganado historias que contar</strong>?<br />Más que algunos tienen.<br /><br />Recuerda que </span></span><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>si caímos en picado<br /></strong>es porque a veces <strong>fuimos nubes con la mente</strong>.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Si pudiera transformar nuestras noches<br />en un ciclo sin final.<br /></strong><br />Podría ser tan fácil, sería espectacular,<br />si fueran reversibles aquellas noches de incendio.<br /><br /><strong>Pero eso es imposible, el tiempo ganará,</strong><br />entonces sólo espero que cuando vuelva a sonar<br />tú pierdas la vergüenza y grites oh, oh, oh ...<br />grites oh, oh, oh ...<br /><br /><strong>Creo que voy a empezar a romperme</strong>, oh, oh, oh ...<br />grites oh, oh, oh ...<br />Y ya no me importa que mire la gente.<br /><br />(Love of lesbian - Noches reversibles)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>srta.isishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17946081040421206137noreply@blogger.com2