tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82860834416332467462011-04-21T16:12:18.034-07:00Inoportunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06759514722134263397noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286083441633246746.post-7455004721894495452009-05-09T06:55:00.000-07:002009-05-09T07:14:33.915-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg9IsxCx7Xw/SgWPQnwEDNI/AAAAAAAAABA/Kb4UI1UPHGs/s1600-h/DSC01858.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg9IsxCx7Xw/SgWPQnwEDNI/AAAAAAAAABA/Kb4UI1UPHGs/s320/DSC01858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333826849401474258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mirar por la ventana cuando llueve. Viajar en colectivo. Escuchar música en el colectivo. Escuchar música. Recordar. Revivir momentos de la niñez. Revivir juegos que estaban olvidados. Recibir besos de personas de corta edad. Tener primos mellizos. Ver fotografías. Encontrar dinero en los bolsillos. Ver una buena película. Sentir el viento en la cara. Viajar en la ruta. Que el paisaje vaya cambiando, y con él, los pensamientos. Cantar en el auto. Cantar en la calle. Cantar en mi casa. Cantar con mi papá. Escuchar un buen disco de Serú Girán, y por qué no, de Pink Floyd? Encontrar Moulin Rouge en la tele. Ir a la feria del libro. Leer las poesías de Pedro Aznar. Leer a Cortazar. El atardecer. Dormir abrazado a alguien. Reir. La risa de las personas. Pisar las hojas secas. Los besos lentos. Llorar en el cine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286083441633246746-745500472189449545?l=s-alvapantallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inoportunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06759514722134263397noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286083441633246746.post-34282770974236763672009-05-07T18:34:00.000-07:002009-05-08T02:41:25.200-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg9IsxCx7Xw/SgP-Eg0kCWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7XNCZe8RReI/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jg9IsxCx7Xw/SgP-Eg0kCWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7XNCZe8RReI/s320/DSC03395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333385737220131170" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="margin-top: -8px;"><br /></p><p style="margin-top: -8px;"><br /></p><p style="margin-top: -8px;">Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that’s pretty clever don’t you boy.<br />Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.<br />You’d kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop.<br />You broke another mirror, you’re turning into something you are not. </p><p style="margin-top: -8px;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">,</span></p><p style="margin-top: -8px;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry</span></p><p> Drying up in conversaton, you will be the one you cannot talk<br />All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love<br />They’re the ones who’ll hate you when you think you’ve got the world all sussed out<br />They’re the ones who’ll spit at you. you will be the one screaming out.</p><p> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">,</span><br /></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry</span></p><p> It’s the best thing that you’ve ever had, the best thing that you’ve ever, ever had.<br />It’s the best thing that you’ve ever, the best thing you have ever had has gone away.</p><p> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">,</span><br /></p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286083441633246746-3428277097423676367?l=s-alvapantallas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inoportunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06759514722134263397noreply@blogger.com0