tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63021479324192855242024-03-19T22:53:54.851-07:00beyourself*Haz que deseen ser tu. Ser otra persona es demasiado fácil.Júlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305351578214916026noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302147932419285524.post-8093732724188013132012-01-28T07:05:00.000-08:002012-01-28T07:05:42.342-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazN-ML4RGz6BxxNrvqXyntff-oWHwQ7D3ecV7nILDPtkWFZ6LPQVoJ4ar2ZS_-jD5nf42WULL1Nmrp8GnsHz_b0_pQpsabPdtOMiz6YSWPHXnhiO-M3B9V_BXAinu_fmNKIybCEXhuDU/s1600/ohyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazN-ML4RGz6BxxNrvqXyntff-oWHwQ7D3ecV7nILDPtkWFZ6LPQVoJ4ar2ZS_-jD5nf42WULL1Nmrp8GnsHz_b0_pQpsabPdtOMiz6YSWPHXnhiO-M3B9V_BXAinu_fmNKIybCEXhuDU/s400/ohyes.jpg" width="306" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="apple-style-span" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tal vez </span></i></b></span><strong style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #ff9966; font-family: 'lucida grande';">el destino</span></i></strong><span class="apple-style-span" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #666666; font-family: 'lucida grande';"> quiere que nosotros conozcamos a unas cuantas personas equivocadas antes de conocer a la persona correcta, para que al fin cuando la conozcamos, sepamos ser agradecidos por ese maravilloso regalo. Cuando la puerta de la felicidad se cierra, otra puerta se abre, pero algunas veces miramos tanto tiempo a aquella puerta que se cerró, que no vemos la que se ha abierto frente a nosotros. Es cierto que no sabemos lo quetenemos hasta que lo perdemos, pero también es cierto que no sabemos lo que nos hemos estado perdiendo hasta que lo encontramos.</span></i></b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></b></span></div>Júlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305351578214916026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302147932419285524.post-19716251565118963772012-01-28T07:01:00.001-08:002012-01-28T07:01:52.619-08:00De ilusiones se vive...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WtSmcu3ZKN1IEURbqovriO8b2gQGegOimp7aBeyMNRcy9tNdEnG-xns4lvdt20UK7aosC5E7Odpg476-pimjh3Ece3RI8Qx0200AR81xqgWbLKV0TxZvNoQAQVM5brkKHQ-J_VO2lVM/s1600/reds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WtSmcu3ZKN1IEURbqovriO8b2gQGegOimp7aBeyMNRcy9tNdEnG-xns4lvdt20UK7aosC5E7Odpg476-pimjh3Ece3RI8Qx0200AR81xqgWbLKV0TxZvNoQAQVM5brkKHQ-J_VO2lVM/s400/reds.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Júlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305351578214916026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302147932419285524.post-41779570227085379602012-01-28T06:59:00.000-08:002012-01-28T06:59:11.607-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5qF266fR3Hgsh37zFBFrpB8hDig3GXpTBcmQSzrMboi8c-Q3dggVH3MsGMjU_OjcE2bKvbLxF3_LNCy9uaEYKPnWMsr9RoATt7X9_foxegB8bQXL1EJzyXjRZIaAn_Cb3aPYHihqklU/s1600/floral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE5qF266fR3Hgsh37zFBFrpB8hDig3GXpTBcmQSzrMboi8c-Q3dggVH3MsGMjU_OjcE2bKvbLxF3_LNCy9uaEYKPnWMsr9RoATt7X9_foxegB8bQXL1EJzyXjRZIaAn_Cb3aPYHihqklU/s320/floral.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">Y dicen </i><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><span style="color: magenta;">que al mal tiempo buena cara</span></i><i style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">, que después de la tormenta siempre llega la calma, pero que al fin y al cabo las cosas nunca cambian.</i></b></span></div>Júlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305351578214916026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302147932419285524.post-21269985817182505382012-01-28T06:55:00.000-08:002012-01-28T07:00:12.447-08:00Destiny*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jj-wn_N4UD350eWNstUL1X58dWZNOxR6dfJc441q_TW_qTLu-o9WWacPFiB043D03Ajy8VvtvLJkEg_kJGpM4RVe9enqFDRpgp9ZPiLLqez9CPq6e53fA_O9G5D72WFcwg9bBqLfrSI/s1600/blonda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jj-wn_N4UD350eWNstUL1X58dWZNOxR6dfJc441q_TW_qTLu-o9WWacPFiB043D03Ajy8VvtvLJkEg_kJGpM4RVe9enqFDRpgp9ZPiLLqez9CPq6e53fA_O9G5D72WFcwg9bBqLfrSI/s320/blonda.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: center;">"Cause </span><b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">destiny</span></b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: center;"> is for </span><strike style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;">losers</span></strike><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: center;">, </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: center;">it's just a stupid excuse </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;">excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; text-align: center;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Júlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305351578214916026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302147932419285524.post-29938927310291076942011-12-08T11:25:00.000-08:002011-12-08T11:26:04.570-08:00Life.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvagXOgrJl6Nq5N4lvI0sA0KsYJuCrLa4DlObCsrZAB5YVAoivFjrRMrp9aYEno1zYE-vKeTMxNnmsL5vUmTnVqyfAE-WTPLrpe5HL_uRMgH-L4WdjpH56QO90Ic8ER0pnP3SnoC0pRw/s1600/mo%25C3%25B1oo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvagXOgrJl6Nq5N4lvI0sA0KsYJuCrLa4DlObCsrZAB5YVAoivFjrRMrp9aYEno1zYE-vKeTMxNnmsL5vUmTnVqyfAE-WTPLrpe5HL_uRMgH-L4WdjpH56QO90Ic8ER0pnP3SnoC0pRw/s320/mo%25C3%25B1oo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #444444; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: 16pt;">Decía John Lennon que la vida eran las cosas que te van pasando mientras te empeñas en hacer otros planes. Y tenía razón. Planeas tu matrimonio, la casa donde vivirás, el colegio al que irán tus hijos, planeas hasta el color que tendrá el puto sofá. Pero los planes no son más dibujos que hacemos en una servilleta de papel. Y por mucho que te empeñes, al resto del mundo le importan una mierda tus planes. Y puedes ponerles cabeza, corazón, y un taco de servilletas emborronadas con sueños. Porque la vida tiene otros planes para ti.</span></i></span>Júlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305351578214916026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302147932419285524.post-62352772824306185332011-12-08T11:19:00.000-08:002011-12-08T11:19:50.755-08:00y volar..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPO6qTIpoFEc9SwtWzvXB8TN-Y1FUH1e3szb-_TlKSrwjRCOhwqWLJr-f_3eFS5hV5nROfwhnx4QWKTIbfQmxxGoIFWCxOOLBpyeRAEvHjBGNY3cYI5i4usROru87lLe2IUS6rvEI7aA/s1600/happiness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPO6qTIpoFEc9SwtWzvXB8TN-Y1FUH1e3szb-_TlKSrwjRCOhwqWLJr-f_3eFS5hV5nROfwhnx4QWKTIbfQmxxGoIFWCxOOLBpyeRAEvHjBGNY3cYI5i4usROru87lLe2IUS6rvEI7aA/s1600/happiness.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa'; font-size: 16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Sin argumentos, tan sólo ganas de bailar, perder el tiempo. Mira que hoy tengo</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">la sonrisa floja</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> y </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">el cuerpo golfo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">, cariño,</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">mira que hoy tengo la verdad que tú me pidas, hoy prometo no decir nunca la mentira, hoy voy a ser lo que yo quiera y, si no me miras, qué más me da. Hoy yo me pienso reír de la prisa</span><b style="color: #0b5394;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></b></span><b><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #073763; font-family: 'Estrangelo Edessa'; font-size: 16pt;"><u>le tengo pillado el truco a volar.</u></span></b></span><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Júlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305351578214916026noreply@blogger.com0