<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:55:13.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING YOU'RE NOT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-456177483992673403</id><published>2009-11-17T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:38:34.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SwLRcWlPo5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ReIAwj34YYk/s1600/16339_1248963498146_1051204656_791154_5163254_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405112787826353042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SwLRcWlPo5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ReIAwj34YYk/s200/16339_1248963498146_1051204656_791154_5163254_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Confié en ti, creí que sentiamos lo mismo. Y tambien soñé tenerte siempre conmigo. Yo te di mi amor cubierto de pasión, yo te di mi corazón. Y ahora tu, con esa aqui. Y me repetías '' jamás te haré sufrir''. Me enamoraste mietras preparabas tu juego. Me ilucionaste y ahora no te tengo mas conmigo, ya no eres mio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-456177483992673403?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/456177483992673403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=456177483992673403' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/456177483992673403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/456177483992673403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/confie-en-ti-crei-que-sentiamos-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SwLRcWlPo5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ReIAwj34YYk/s72-c/16339_1248963498146_1051204656_791154_5163254_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6370573064813336806</id><published>2009-11-17T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:35:27.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dicen que de los errores se aprende, pero cuando un error lastima a otro y deja una marca, ¿de qué sirve la lección? cuando el error que cometiste no tiene solución, cuando cometés un error que puede poner en peligro lo que amás, cuando el error puede ser mortal, cuando un error estúpido te marca para toda la vida, cuando un error no tiene perdón…cuando ya es demasiado tarde y por más que hagas lo que hagas no puedas reparar tu error, solo se puede llorar, porque hay errores que no tienen arreglo. Un corazón roto es como la botella que se rompió en el verano, partida en pedazos, ya no se puede reparar. Son errores fatales, errores imperdonables, errores que nos torturan toda la vida. Desesperados intentamos reparar ese error, hacer algo que al menos pueda enmendar en parte todo lo que hicimos. Hay errores que cambian tu vida para siempre. Hay errores inesperados, fuera de todo cálculo…son errores que no tienen arreglo. Por arreglar ciertos errores uno daría su vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6370573064813336806?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6370573064813336806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6370573064813336806' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6370573064813336806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6370573064813336806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/dicen-que-de-los-errores-se-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1579002373251661517</id><published>2009-11-02T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:20:57.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-S5NDZZaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1jNqSCeRWGo/s1600-h/7022_1213302726649_1051204656_677140_6550965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399695989694621090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-S5NDZZaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1jNqSCeRWGo/s200/7022_1213302726649_1051204656_677140_6550965_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1579002373251661517?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1579002373251661517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1579002373251661517' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1579002373251661517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1579002373251661517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-S5NDZZaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1jNqSCeRWGo/s72-c/7022_1213302726649_1051204656_677140_6550965_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1755352885050781916</id><published>2009-11-02T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:15:48.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;La persona que te ama, la que te tiene que cuidar, a veces es la que más te lastima&lt;/span&gt;. Duele el amor…duele el amor ingrato &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;¿no?&lt;/span&gt; Esperamos que el amor sea correspondido &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;¿no?&lt;/span&gt; Si amás, si sos amado, si no amás, si no sos amado, el amor siempre duele…y cuando el amor duele algunos reaccionan con despecho, otros intentan disimular el dolor, otros no aceptan que ese amor no pueda ser e insisten sin medir las consecuencias. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yo soy más impulsiva, no soporto que el amor me maltrate, no lo puedo disimular.&lt;/span&gt; No se si es bueno o malo, pero cuando el amor me duele mucho lo único que puedo hacer es esconderlo y que nadie sepa que sufro por amor.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; A veces uno no sabe que hacer con tanto dolor que mejor callarlo y esperar que pase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1755352885050781916?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1755352885050781916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1755352885050781916' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1755352885050781916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1755352885050781916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-persona-que-te-ama-la-que-te-tiene.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-3481100912525486167</id><published>2009-11-02T18:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:11:59.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desde que te conocí, todo en mi vida cambió. Supe al mirarte que a fin se alejaría el dolor. Que para siempre seríamos dos, enamorados, siempre de manos, eternamente. Si no te hubiera conocido no sé qué hubiera sido de mí, mi amor. Sin tu mirada enamorada no sé si yo podría vivir. Sin el latido de tu corazón, el mundo es mas frío. Nada tendría sentido si nunca te hubiera conocido.- &lt;a href="http://www.freeglitters.com"target=_blank title="Flashing Graphics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h122/freeglitters/animatedphotos/47.gif" border="0" alt="Flashing Graphics"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeglitters.com/animatedphotographics.php"target=_blank title="Flashing Graphics"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flashing Graphics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-3481100912525486167?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/3481100912525486167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=3481100912525486167' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3481100912525486167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3481100912525486167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/desde-que-te-conoci-todo-en-mi-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h122/freeglitters/animatedphotos/th_47.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6636089800382541419</id><published>2009-11-02T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:10:16.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" 22target="_blank/"&gt;http://www.freeglitters.com"target=_blank&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-P3jGJVuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/f4udSQ2SJ_0/s320/1231350347727_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're running keep holding my hand so we don't get separated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-3806425533935586376?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/3806425533935586376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=3806425533935586376' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3806425533935586376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3806425533935586376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-running-keep-holding-my-hand-so-we.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-P3jGJVuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/f4udSQ2SJ_0/s72-c/1231350347727_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6433811838241231746</id><published>2009-11-02T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:04:01.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vivo por que aún respiro y por que salgo a caminar. Vivo porque así le llaman a ese combustible absurdo de moverse por ahi, vivo como lo hacen todos. Vivo porque algunos creen que es abrir los ojos, vivo aunque me muero a diario, porque tu ya no estás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vivo por que se hace fácil respirar el aire y devolver las sobras. Vivo por que no hay manera de negar que existo por ponerle un nombre. Vivo por inercia absurda. Vivo aunque no tengo ganas de añadirme a todos, vivo aunque me muero a diario, por que tu ya no estás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vivo porque así es la vida, aunque hay que mencionar que vivir no es estar vivo. Vivo sin ningún problema, aunque cada instante muere sin valer la pena. Vivo porque sobrevivo, porque aunque no quiera tengo que cargar conmigo. Vivo aunque le tengo miedo a vivir muriendo, o a morir en vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6433811838241231746?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6433811838241231746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6433811838241231746' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6433811838241231746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6433811838241231746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/vivo-por-que-aun-respiro-y-por-que.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4435114425564489915</id><published>2009-11-02T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:02:07.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-PA1boOGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/twLlebiz_Kk/s1600-h/1241124139419_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399691722746247266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-PA1boOGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/twLlebiz_Kk/s320/1241124139419_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know my game.I need you, if you stay, my heart is okay-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4435114425564489915?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4435114425564489915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4435114425564489915' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4435114425564489915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4435114425564489915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-my-game.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-PA1boOGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/twLlebiz_Kk/s72-c/1241124139419_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-8527720317216087269</id><published>2009-11-02T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:00:26.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-Oq1tFifI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HDToJY2HV3Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399691344862349810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-Oq1tFifI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HDToJY2HV3Q/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He drives me crazy, drives me wild, but I'm helpless when he smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-8527720317216087269?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/8527720317216087269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=8527720317216087269' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8527720317216087269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8527720317216087269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-drives-me-crazy-drives-me-wild-but.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-Oq1tFifI/AAAAAAAAAQU/HDToJY2HV3Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-576518366964773085</id><published>2009-11-02T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:58:21.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My head is saying "forget him"but my heart is saying "don't let go, hold on to the end" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; ♥ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; ♥ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-576518366964773085?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/576518366964773085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=576518366964773085' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/576518366964773085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/576518366964773085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-head-is-saying-forget-himbut-my.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-3780497496746906648</id><published>2009-11-02T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:56:42.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you, I can't lie. I wanna hold you just one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-3780497496746906648?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/3780497496746906648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=3780497496746906648' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3780497496746906648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3780497496746906648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you-i-cant-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6765144292515808518</id><published>2009-11-02T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:53:23.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;heart &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6765144292515808518?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6765144292515808518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6765144292515808518' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6765144292515808518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6765144292515808518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-looking-at-you-and-my-heart-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2554756149329987995</id><published>2009-11-02T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:45:13.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-Ku82p0hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/T0FLxYOdblM/s1600-h/1240511648611_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399687017454490130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-Ku82p0hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/T0FLxYOdblM/s400/1240511648611_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incluso en estos tiempos veloces como un Cadillac sin frenos, todos los días tienen un minuto en que cierro los ojos y disfruto echándote de menos. Incluso en estos tiempos en los que soy feliz de otra manera, todos los días tienen ese instante en que me jugaría la primavera por tenerte delante. Incluso en estos tiempos de volver a reír con los amigos, todos los días tienen ese rato en el que respirar es un ingrato deber para conmigo. Incluso en estos tiempos de aprender a vivir sin esperarte, todos los días tengo recaídas y aunque quiera olvidar no se me olvidaque no puedo olvidarte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2554756149329987995?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2554756149329987995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2554756149329987995' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2554756149329987995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2554756149329987995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/incluso-en-estos-tiempos-veloces-como.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-Ku82p0hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/T0FLxYOdblM/s72-c/1240511648611_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2683577349843754944</id><published>2009-11-02T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:03:09.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-Ae5yX5ZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7U9pLjAcYKQ/s1600-h/6420_1206419794580_1051204656_654734_3803218_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399675746637047186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-Ae5yX5ZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7U9pLjAcYKQ/s400/6420_1206419794580_1051204656_654734_3803218_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2683577349843754944?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2683577349843754944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2683577349843754944' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2683577349843754944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2683577349843754944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su-Ae5yX5ZI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7U9pLjAcYKQ/s72-c/6420_1206419794580_1051204656_654734_3803218_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-999184198239905614</id><published>2009-11-01T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:01:10.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estos días a tu lado me enseñaron que en verdad&lt;/span&gt; no hay tiempo determinado para comenzar a amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-999184198239905614?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/999184198239905614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=999184198239905614' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/999184198239905614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/999184198239905614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/estos-dias-tu-lado-me-ensenaron-que-en.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-3775261886601404692</id><published>2009-11-01T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:57:11.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4uXTMiqEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/QULK_WowYS0/s1600-h/1178283976_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303981088548930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4uXTMiqEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/QULK_WowYS0/s200/1178283976_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siempre deciamos que un corazon &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; esta completo sin aquel que te ayudo a pasar la tormenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-3775261886601404692?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/3775261886601404692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=3775261886601404692' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3775261886601404692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3775261886601404692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/siempre-deciamos-que-un-corazon-no-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4uXTMiqEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/QULK_WowYS0/s72-c/1178283976_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-7170842371200668023</id><published>2009-11-01T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:49:49.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4skDanPvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MBROyY3qtIs/s1600-h/diario_de_una_apsion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399302001167646450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4skDanPvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MBROyY3qtIs/s200/diario_de_una_apsion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se que esto no es lo que queria, Nunca pense que habia llegado tan lejos. Solo pensando en volver a donde estabamos y como hemos perdido todo lo que eramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eramos jovenes y los tiempos eran faciles, pero puedo ver que no es lo mismo. Estoy de pie aqui, pero tu no me ves. Daria todo para que eso cambie y no quiero dejarlo ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estoy parada afuera en la lluvia. Necesito saber si esto termino porque yo te dejare solo, inundado con todo este dolor, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sabiendo que nunca me volverás a tener como lo hiciste antes&lt;/span&gt; de la tormenta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-7170842371200668023?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/7170842371200668023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=7170842371200668023' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/7170842371200668023'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Trastorno&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Grado&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Paranoide&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MODERADO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Esquizoide&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAJO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Esquizotipico&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAJO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Histrionico&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALTO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Antisocial&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MODERADO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Narcisista&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MODERADO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Limite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALTO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Obsesivo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MODERADO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dependiente&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAJO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Evitador&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAJO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testdepersonalidad.info"&gt;Test de personalidad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6937560905032494094?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1121236124601827046</id><published>2009-11-01T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:35:36.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mis dias sin ti son solo un eco que siempre repite la misma canción.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1121236124601827046?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1121236124601827046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1121236124601827046' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1121236124601827046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1121236124601827046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/mis-dias-sin-ti-son-solo-un-eco-que.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-3596255959666053317</id><published>2009-11-01T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:30:30.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4Zyo3mE7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ClfeNNy2GvI/s1600-h/95446348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399281361018557362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4Zyo3mE7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ClfeNNy2GvI/s200/95446348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Si fuera tú disfrutaria de cada momento como si fuera el último que fuera a vivir, porque nunca sabes que puede pasar... Nadie puede predecir el destino, y si las cosas pasan es porque tenían que pasar y punto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-3596255959666053317?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/3596255959666053317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=3596255959666053317' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3596255959666053317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3596255959666053317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-fuera-tu-disfrutaria-de-cada-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4Zyo3mE7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ClfeNNy2GvI/s72-c/95446348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-8232477394289075181</id><published>2009-11-01T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:27:56.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4ZYnMesBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OHGoTeaLO3E/s1600-h/5440_125258953630_595688630_2320528_1458507_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399280913892683794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4ZYnMesBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OHGoTeaLO3E/s320/5440_125258953630_595688630_2320528_1458507_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te esperaré no importa quien te bese, yo te esperaré. No importa que me quieras, yo te escucharé. Si tú me has dado tanto, yo te esperaré y te daré mi vida entera. Te esperaré, te esperaré en las sombras siempre allí estaré. no importa que tus ojos no me quieran ver, no importa quien te abrace, yo a ti te amaré y te daré mi vida entera. Porque mi amor está por encima de tanta traición, de tanto desprecio, de toda razón porque el dolor que llevo dentro es todo tuyo y mio. Donde estarán los besos que aun nos quedan por contar, lo sabes tú y nadie más. Y al despertar me sentaré en mi lado del sofá, para esperarte &lt;strong&gt;una vez más.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-8232477394289075181?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/8232477394289075181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=8232477394289075181' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8232477394289075181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8232477394289075181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-esperare-no-importa-quien-te-bese-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Su4ZYnMesBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OHGoTeaLO3E/s72-c/5440_125258953630_595688630_2320528_1458507_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-167516821457175061</id><published>2009-10-10T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:30:19.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFfOYibefI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rFsmdFlfSzE/s1600-h/vanessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391194929648859634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFfOYibefI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rFsmdFlfSzE/s320/vanessa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-167516821457175061?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/167516821457175061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=167516821457175061' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/167516821457175061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/167516821457175061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-v.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFfOYibefI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rFsmdFlfSzE/s72-c/vanessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5994439304278194275</id><published>2009-10-10T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:26:27.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFeZ8z_k0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/1KAm0Ofpzco/s1600-h/angelina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391194028853138242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFeZ8z_k0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/1KAm0Ofpzco/s320/angelina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero huir a pensar a otro lugar, porque aquí, se perdió la comunicación y al final &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;las mentiras siempre hieren más que tan solo callar la verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5994439304278194275?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5994439304278194275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5994439304278194275' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5994439304278194275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5994439304278194275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiero-huir-pensar-otro-lugar-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFeZ8z_k0I/AAAAAAAAAPA/1KAm0Ofpzco/s72-c/angelina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4124517270196165942</id><published>2009-10-10T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:22:34.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFdgUeUFlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jf6PKZRt454/s1600-h/5161_95468498630_595688630_1908587_3875368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391193038772246098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFdgUeUFlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jf6PKZRt454/s320/5161_95468498630_595688630_1908587_3875368_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ti aprendió mi corazón, ahora no me reproches que no sepa darte amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4124517270196165942?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4124517270196165942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4124517270196165942' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4124517270196165942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4124517270196165942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-ti-aprendio-mi-corazon-ahora-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFdgUeUFlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jf6PKZRt454/s72-c/5161_95468498630_595688630_1908587_3875368_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5207451877405185252</id><published>2009-10-10T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:20:57.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Decidí decirle&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt; a pensar en vos, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; a quererte, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; a pensar en que podía pasar algo entre vos y yo, porque sinceramente, vos eras lo que yo tenía pensado para mi, pero la página se dio vuelta y las cosas cambiaron. Decidí borrarte de mi vida porque estoy harta de negarme a otras cosas por vos y si, lamentablemente soy conciente de que pierdo segundos de mi vida pensando en vos, hablando de vos, soñando con vos, odiándote y demás, pero es una lastima que no me pueda desprender de vos porque vos no me valoraste como debías y no tengo porque estar aferrada a vos como una garrapata a un perro, pero es tan feo haberme olvidado de vos a la fuera que ahora me siento tan incompleta sabiendo que puede venir cualquier otro a hacerse pasar por mi príncipe azul, cuando todos sabemos bien quien es mi príncipe azul, al pensar que ya no te pienso, ya no te quiero y a pesar de que nunca quise perderte, ahora noto que nunca pude perderte porque nunca te tuve y me di cuenta de que no te tengo porque no quiero tenerte y se que no sos para mi, a vos mejor perderte que encontrarte, porque como sos la persona mas linda que conocí me lastimas sin darte cuenta, y por eso y a pesar de que te odie sigo pensando en vos con el mismo amor que el primer dí&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFc5uHX1mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/e4gQ7he6LwE/s1600-h/scarleeeeeeeeeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391192375640446562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFc5uHX1mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/e4gQ7he6LwE/s200/scarleeeeeeeeeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5207451877405185252?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5207451877405185252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5207451877405185252' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5207451877405185252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5207451877405185252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/10/decidi-decirle-no-pensar-en-vos-no.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/StFc5uHX1mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/e4gQ7he6LwE/s72-c/scarleeeeeeeeeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1218865371411629940</id><published>2009-08-12T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:21:29.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNqggzH2dI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4HBJVUeASEs/s1600-h/1248972110277_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369252287548479954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNqggzH2dI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4HBJVUeASEs/s200/1248972110277_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo te confieso que yo te extraño mi vida, eres el único hombre que sanara mis heridas, desde que tú te fuiste mi amor yo no tengo vida, y siento que yo me muero en esta triste agonía. Amor &lt;strong&gt;regresa, tuyo es mi corazón y si en algo te eh fallado te pido perdón&lt;/strong&gt;. Solo te pido que te pongas en mi posición Amor te extraño tanto que no se ni que hacer. Regresa o voy a enloquecer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1218865371411629940?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1218865371411629940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1218865371411629940' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1218865371411629940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1218865371411629940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-te-confieso-que-yo-te-extrano-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNqggzH2dI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4HBJVUeASEs/s72-c/1248972110277_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5382085729787532137</id><published>2009-08-12T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:17:44.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentí necesidad, cansada estaba ya, la pena mas amarga me envolvió, y se saber llorar, busqué la mas fatal, hasta pensé en matar, él día que mas lo quise me dejo, perdí mi felicidad. Dicen que es cosa de tontos enamorarse, tener sentimientos amar hoy es solo cosa de un beso .Ya nadie se promete mas allá del tiempo nadie cree lo eterno mi amor pero por eso no tuvimos que ser igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5382085729787532137?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5382085729787532137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5382085729787532137' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5382085729787532137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5382085729787532137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/senti-necesidad-cansada-estaba-ya-la.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2516811061129854789</id><published>2009-08-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:15:05.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Porque tú lo significas todo, y voy a esperar lo que sea para volvernos a ver. Sé que algún día nos volveremos a ver. Aquí y ahora, te lo prometo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2516811061129854789?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2516811061129854789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2516811061129854789' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2516811061129854789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2516811061129854789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/porque-tu-lo-significas-todo-y-voy.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-10800564925934649</id><published>2009-08-12T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:12:11.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNoYa811yI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZGkm_zZBZ-A/s1600-h/1239843513094_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369249949516420898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNoYa811yI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZGkm_zZBZ-A/s200/1239843513094_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soy una de las pocas personas que nunca va a poder aceptar que ya no estés. Ojala me escuches cuando te hablo, porque lo necesito, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;necesito que me escuches, y sepas cuanto te extraño.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Que veas que lo que estoy haciendo es por vos, que te prometo seguir, que voy a ser fuerte pero no ahora, porque no puedo. No hay consuelo para mí, no sé como salir. Estés donde estés, te pido que me cuides y me ayudes. Acá sentada solo espero que el tiempo sea capaz de salvarme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-10800564925934649?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/10800564925934649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=10800564925934649' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/10800564925934649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/10800564925934649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/soy-una-de-las-pocas-personas-que-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNoYa811yI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZGkm_zZBZ-A/s72-c/1239843513094_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4182058416246886199</id><published>2009-08-12T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:10:58.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNn9RIJeaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bNnwOPtKdNA/s1600-h/jup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369249483023022498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNn9RIJeaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bNnwOPtKdNA/s200/jup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yo no sé si es muy tarde para ti, quiero desafiar la comodidad,no nos sirve más fingir. Yo no sé cuan efímero es tu error. Ya te perdoné, adelante las agujas del reloj. La lágrima secó, se alejó el temporal. Latiendo como el sol, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mi corazón no tiene edad para esperarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4182058416246886199?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4182058416246886199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4182058416246886199' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4182058416246886199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4182058416246886199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-no-se-si-es-muy-tarde-para-ti-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNn9RIJeaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bNnwOPtKdNA/s72-c/jup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2072985681943475102</id><published>2009-08-12T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:02:46.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Podría pasar horas escribiendo lo que siento en este momento, lo que me pasa por dentro. Sin embargo, descubrí que ya no tiene el más mínimo sentido. Por más que haya intentado e intentado poder hacerme entender a mi misma que todo está bien, es sólo una mentira. La historia se repite una vez más, y seguirá así creo que por el resto de mi vida; ya no hay solución alguna y nada va a volver a ser como antes por más que así quisiera que fuera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2072985681943475102?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2072985681943475102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2072985681943475102' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2072985681943475102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2072985681943475102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/podria-pasar-horas-escribiendo-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1942926814895559523</id><published>2009-08-12T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:55:56.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decidí decirle NO a pensar en vos, NO a quererte, NO a pensar en que podía pasar algo entre vos y yo, porque sinceramente, vos eras lo que yo tenía pensado para mi, pero la página se dio vuelta y las cosas cambiaron. Decidí borrarte de mi vida porque estoy harta de negarme a otras cosas por vos y si, lamentablemente soy conciente de que pierdo segundos de mi vida pensando en vos, hablando de vos, soñando con vos, odiándote y demás, pero es una lastima que no me pueda desprender de vos porque vos no me valoraste como debías y no tengo porque estar aferrada a vos como una garrapata a un perro, pero es tan feo haberme olvidado de vos a la fuerza que ahora me siento tan incompleta sabiendo que puede venir cualquier otro a hacerse pasar por mi príncipe azul, cuando todos sabemos bien quien es mi príncipe azul, al pensar que ya no te pienso, ya no te quiero y a pesar de que nunca quise perderte, ahora noto que nunca pude perderte porque nunca te tuve y me di cuenta de que no te tengo porque no quiero tenerte y se que no sos para mi, a vos mejor perderte que encontrarte, porque como sos la persona mas linda que conocí me lastimas sin darte cuenta, y por eso y a pesar de que te odie sigo pensando en vos con el mismo amor que el primer día.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1942926814895559523?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1942926814895559523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1942926814895559523' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1942926814895559523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1942926814895559523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/decidi-decirle-no-pensar-en-vos-no.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6155342585720519663</id><published>2009-08-12T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:37:00.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNf0bctmoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qP2_Wsi7tSc/s1600-h/1223224945596_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369240535081785986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNf0bctmoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qP2_Wsi7tSc/s400/1223224945596_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos libres de ser quienes somos (buenos, malos o indiferentes). Creo que es nuestra personalidad la que determina nuestro destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6155342585720519663?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6155342585720519663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6155342585720519663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6155342585720519663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6155342585720519663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/somos-libres-de-ser-quienes-somos.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoNf0bctmoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qP2_Wsi7tSc/s72-c/1223224945596_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5144658571029319129</id><published>2009-08-12T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:22:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quiero hacerte un regalo, algo dulce, algo raro, no un regalo común de los que perdiste o nunca abriste, que olvidaste en un tren o no aceptaste. De los que abres y lloras, que estas feliz y no finges, y en este día de septiembre te dedicaré mi regalo más grande. Quiero donar tu sonrisa a la luna así que de noche, quien la mire, pueda pensar en ti porque &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tu amor para mi es importante, y no me importa lo que diga la gente&lt;/span&gt; porque, aun con celos se que me protegías y se que aun cansado, tu sonrisa no se marcharía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5144658571029319129?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5144658571029319129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5144658571029319129' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5144658571029319129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5144658571029319129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiero-hacerte-un-regalo-algo-dulce.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4987907353330623983</id><published>2009-08-12T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:17:45.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMxcDHxj-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cYrqOQeCMIw/s1600-h/1249407495008_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369189538699775970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMxcDHxj-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cYrqOQeCMIw/s400/1249407495008_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4987907353330623983?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4987907353330623983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4987907353330623983' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4987907353330623983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4987907353330623983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMxcDHxj-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cYrqOQeCMIw/s72-c/1249407495008_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6261580043265767015</id><published>2009-08-12T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:15:16.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMw3XvyjGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kUFw3wPA0ms/s1600-h/1213917378150_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369188908581162082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMw3XvyjGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kUFw3wPA0ms/s400/1213917378150_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6261580043265767015?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6261580043265767015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6261580043265767015' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6261580043265767015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6261580043265767015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMw3XvyjGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kUFw3wPA0ms/s72-c/1213917378150_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5650068547322058645</id><published>2009-08-12T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:07:35.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMvBkXPsfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RApuPmBS4ZQ/s1600-h/1248658942453_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369186884743311858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMvBkXPsfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RApuPmBS4ZQ/s320/1248658942453_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Esperarte es el error más lindo de mi vida, porque aunque duela y haga sangrar, me renueva cada día.&lt;/span&gt; No se si es en vano, pero yo te espero. No me importan las cosas, si son lindas y hermosas, o si son oscuras y borrosas. Esperarte es un estado permanente, que mantengo en vilo hace un tiempo. Esperarte desespera. Te saca las ganas. Pero sin embargo te genera, algo adentro que por mas que trates no se apaga nunca. De esas cosas que se sienten y no se esconden, que se reflejan en la cara y en el cuerpo. Esas cosas que no se borran ni se olvidan, porque te marcan. Esperarte me lleva a vos. A encontrarte todo el tiempo, y pase lo que pase, es simplemente, esperarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5650068547322058645?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5650068547322058645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5650068547322058645' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5650068547322058645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5650068547322058645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/esperarte-es-el-error-mas-lindo-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMvBkXPsfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RApuPmBS4ZQ/s72-c/1248658942453_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1483527191352263173</id><published>2009-08-12T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:56:45.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMsQJjSRXI/AAAAAAAAANw/53ItPgo9bkM/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369183836709209458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMsQJjSRXI/AAAAAAAAANw/53ItPgo9bkM/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;/span&gt; You touched my heart, you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals, and love is blind and that I knew when my heart was blinded by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1483527191352263173?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1483527191352263173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1483527191352263173' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1483527191352263173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1483527191352263173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-here-for-you-if-youd-only-care.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoMsQJjSRXI/AAAAAAAAANw/53ItPgo9bkM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-7350315324546442227</id><published>2009-08-11T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:00:29.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y ahora que no te tengo pienso en todo el tiempo perdido, que perdí contigo, pues por amarte a ciegas yo no escuche y me lanze al vacio por amor.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-7350315324546442227?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/7350315324546442227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=7350315324546442227' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/7350315324546442227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/7350315324546442227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/y-ahora-que-no-te-tengo-pienso-en-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-150761720195350771</id><published>2009-08-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:56:10.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tal vez fui estupida por decirte adios, tal vez fui estupida por tratar de iniciar una pelea. Se que tengo problemas, pero tu tambien los tienes, de cualquier modo, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;descubrí que no soy nada sin ti porque ahora debemos estar juntos de alguna manera unidos aquí para siempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Obtuviste una pieza de mi y honestamente, mi vida apestaría sin tí.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-150761720195350771?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/150761720195350771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=150761720195350771' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/150761720195350771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/150761720195350771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/tal-vez-fui-estupida-por-decirte-adios.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-8802467755668425344</id><published>2009-08-11T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:54:10.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIEjESsTEI/AAAAAAAAANo/zj9DMoEYdt4/s1600-h/diario_de_una_apsion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368858706273127490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIEjESsTEI/AAAAAAAAANo/zj9DMoEYdt4/s320/diario_de_una_apsion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supongo que esto significa que lo sientes, estás parado en mi puerta. Supongo que esto significa que retiras lo que dijiste antes, como lo mucho que querias a cualquiera excepto a mi. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dijiste que nunca volverías, pero aqui estás de nuevo.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-8802467755668425344?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/8802467755668425344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=8802467755668425344' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8802467755668425344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8802467755668425344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/supongo-que-esto-significa-que-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIEjESsTEI/AAAAAAAAANo/zj9DMoEYdt4/s72-c/diario_de_una_apsion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2540064431890719656</id><published>2009-08-11T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:51:35.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself that you're not the one for me, but the more I think, the less I believe it and the more I want you here with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2540064431890719656?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2540064431890719656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2540064431890719656' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2540064431890719656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2540064431890719656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sittin-here-tryin-to-convince-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-57684035177531931</id><published>2009-08-11T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:49:59.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIDnseKa-I/AAAAAAAAANg/VLfLi9BpRDY/s1600-h/5208_1184789301283_1274766240_507377_1930584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368857686266506210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIDnseKa-I/AAAAAAAAANg/VLfLi9BpRDY/s320/5208_1184789301283_1274766240_507377_1930584_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que doloroso fue darme cuenta de que ya fue, la oportunidad se fue, tu amor se fue, la esperanza se fue, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lo único que queda es la nada y el amor que te tenia, supongo que para vos son sinónimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; No se si no te diste cuenta o te hiciste el que te da igual, imagino que me ignoras porque, creo, que lo que sentí por vos era mas que evidente y por mas que ya no hablemos como antes, una palabra tulla, una sonrisa, una mirada,l o que sea que venga de vos, me dejaba sin aliento, me dejaba un poco mas enamorada de lo que estaba.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fue doloroso darme cuenta que no pensabas en mi como yo en vos, ojala estuvieras estado en mi mente un segundo y te darías cuenta de lo que fue sufrir por un amor adolescente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, y por mas que diga que no haber estado con vos era una de las cosas mas dolorosas que me podían a pasar en la vida, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sé que en el futuro un nuevo amor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MI amor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;el que sea para mi verdaderamente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a estar conmigo, cuidándome y queriéndome, como siempre quise que lo hagas vos y ser para el lo que vos sos, mejor dicho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUISTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-57684035177531931?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/57684035177531931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=57684035177531931' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/57684035177531931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/57684035177531931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-doloroso-fue-darme-cuenta-de-que-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIDnseKa-I/AAAAAAAAANg/VLfLi9BpRDY/s72-c/5208_1184789301283_1274766240_507377_1930584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1104002912106315355</id><published>2009-08-11T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:42:07.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIBrV4LNXI/AAAAAAAAANY/btGgrQYOPw0/s1600-h/Katy%2BPerry%2B2cgfmx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368855549897815410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIBrV4LNXI/AAAAAAAAANY/btGgrQYOPw0/s320/Katy%2BPerry%2B2cgfmx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Si tú supieras todo lo que siento por ti te gustaría estar a mi lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Solo espera un momento, deja que te diga, nadie como tú he anhelado. ¿Por que tratas de ocultar lo que sientes por mí? Dale papi no lo pienses, yo me vuelvo loca. Ya sabes que tu eres el chico que me gusta a mí, el que perturba mi sueño en cada momento. Eres el chico que me encanta a mí, nada más te quiero a ti, solo pienso en ti, no lo puedo evitar y sabes que es así. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabes que eres tu mi único amor, el que siempre he soñado para tenerlo a mi lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No lo pienses más porque así me pierdo en la oscuridad, y si tu no estas, claro, ya no puedo. Eres el chico que me gusta a mí, el que perturba mi sueño en cada momento. Eres el chico que me encanta a mi y, amor, no se que hacer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1104002912106315355?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1104002912106315355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1104002912106315355' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1104002912106315355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1104002912106315355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-tu-supieras-todo-lo-que-siento-por.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIBrV4LNXI/AAAAAAAAANY/btGgrQYOPw0/s72-c/Katy%2BPerry%2B2cgfmx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-464295927741260738</id><published>2009-08-11T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:37:18.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIAo7w2FDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xRAZkH44doQ/s1600-h/n595688630_1131377_585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368854409016382514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIAo7w2FDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xRAZkH44doQ/s320/n595688630_1131377_585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aún eres la persona a la que corro, la persona a la que pertenezco, aún eres la persona que quiero de por vida. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aún eres la persona que quiero, la única persona con quien sueño&lt;/span&gt;, aún eres la persona a quien deseo buenas noches.Estoy tan feliz porque lo logramos, mira qué lejos hemos llegado, mi amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-464295927741260738?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/464295927741260738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=464295927741260738' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/464295927741260738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/464295927741260738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/aun-eres-la-persona-la-que-corro-la.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoIAo7w2FDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xRAZkH44doQ/s72-c/n595688630_1131377_585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-3002896428940400627</id><published>2009-08-11T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:31:42.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoH_UQ03S3I/AAAAAAAAANA/tcMxinh0zH4/s1600-h/5208_1184827582240_1274766240_507519_339944_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368852954381503346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoH_UQ03S3I/AAAAAAAAANA/tcMxinh0zH4/s320/5208_1184827582240_1274766240_507519_339944_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stupid boy, you can't fence that in, stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind. &lt;strong&gt;She let her heart and soul right in your hands and you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans&lt;/strong&gt;. She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens, when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't, stupid boy.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-3002896428940400627?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/3002896428940400627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=3002896428940400627' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3002896428940400627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3002896428940400627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-boy-you-cant-fence-that-in.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SoH_UQ03S3I/AAAAAAAAANA/tcMxinh0zH4/s72-c/5208_1184827582240_1274766240_507519_339944_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4043359398200441597</id><published>2009-08-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:20:18.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Espera un momento, quiero hablarte. Necesito desahogarme. Ya no te siento como antes, he empezado a preocuparme.Espera un momento, no te vallas. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirame fijo a la cara y dime que es cierto, que tu me amas porque yo siento que nuestro amor se acaba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, dime que nos pasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4043359398200441597?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4043359398200441597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4043359398200441597' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4043359398200441597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4043359398200441597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/08/espera-un-momento-quiero-hablarte.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-8512726533929925496</id><published>2009-07-06T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:02:46.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SlKeiFhk2DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bJq_PnQoHog/s1600-h/2661_70220758630_595688630_1548237_4126784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517215332685874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SlKeiFhk2DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bJq_PnQoHog/s320/2661_70220758630_595688630_1548237_4126784_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a black fly in your chardonnay, It's a death row pardon two minutes too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it ironic... don't you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like rain on your wedding day, It's a free ride when you've already paid. It's the good advice that you just didn't take and who would've thought... it figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly. He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye. He waited his whole damn life to take that flight and as the plane crashed down he thought "well, isn't this nice." And Isn't this ironic ... don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's ok and everythings going right and life has a funny way of helping you out when you think evertyhing's gone wrong and everthing blows up in your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A traffic jam when you're already late, a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break. It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife, It's meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife, and isn't it ironic... don't you think? A little too ironic.. and yeah I really do think... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you and life has a funny way of helping you out, helping you out.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-8512726533929925496?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/8512726533929925496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=8512726533929925496' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8512726533929925496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8512726533929925496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-man-turned-ninety-eight.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SlKeiFhk2DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bJq_PnQoHog/s72-c/2661_70220758630_595688630_1548237_4126784_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5422258375631630296</id><published>2009-06-08T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:59:00.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si2kvrOZLXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z8H-cpd9JMc/s1600-h/1243469050609_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345109471722548594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si2kvrOZLXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z8H-cpd9JMc/s320/1243469050609_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quizá no sientas lo que yo sentí, tal vez no hay lágrimas ni miedo, tal vez no piensas ni un momento en mí, tal vez hay alguien en tus sueños.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te necesito, ya nada es igual&lt;/span&gt;, y es que al pensarte todo me hace mal. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sí tú no estas dame una razón para no morir lento&lt;/span&gt;. Dime que debo hacer para olvidar, ¡que alguien me escuche en el cielo! Está tan roto ya mí corazón. ¿Cómo le digo que fue un juego? ¿Dónde está el ayer? ¿Dónde está el amor? ¿Dónde está tú corazón? &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No te pareces nada a quien yo amé&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y lentamente se me va la fé. Sí tú no estas dame una razón para no morir lento. Mira mis ojos y dime si es verdad que nuestro amor llego al final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5422258375631630296?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5422258375631630296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5422258375631630296' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5422258375631630296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5422258375631630296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiza-no-sientas-lo-que-yo-senti-tal.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si2kvrOZLXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z8H-cpd9JMc/s72-c/1243469050609_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5041327754719621924</id><published>2009-06-08T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:36:20.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voy a buscarme un nuevo amor, un hombre que a mi me quiera de verdad, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5041327754719621924?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5041327754719621924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5041327754719621924' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5041327754719621924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5041327754719621924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/06/voy-buscarme-un-nuevo-amor-un-hombre.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2760554898629070166</id><published>2009-06-08T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:34:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1noSZQWrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tCAs8peDKFE/s1600-h/1243615871612_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345042274588842674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1noSZQWrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tCAs8peDKFE/s320/1243615871612_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decidí decirle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a pensar en vos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a quererte,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a pensar en que podia pasar algo entre vos y yo, porque sinceramente, vos eras lo que yo tenía pensado para mi, pero la página se dio vuelta y las cosas cambiaron. Decidí borrarte de mi vida porque estoy harta de negarme a otras cosas por vos y si, lamentablemente soy conciente de que pierdo segundos de mi vida pensando en vos, hablando de vos, soñando con vos, odiandote y demás, pero es una lastima que no me pueda desprender de vos porque vos no me valoraste como debías y no tengo porque estar aferrada a vos como una garrapata a un perro, pero es tan feo haberme olvidado de vos a la fuera que ahora me siento tan incompleta sabiando que puede venir cualquier otro a hacerse pasar por mi principe azul, cuando todos sabemos bien quien es mi principe azul, al pensar que ya no te pienso, ya no te quiero y a pesar de que nunca quise perderte, ahora noto que nunca pude perderte porque nunca te tuve y me di cuenta de que no te tengo porque no quiero tenerte y se que no sos para mi, a vos mejor perdete que encontrarte, porque como sos la persona mas linda que conocí me lastimas sin darte cuenta, y por eso y a pesar de que te odie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;sigo pensando en vos con el mimso amor que el primer día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2760554898629070166?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2760554898629070166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2760554898629070166' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2760554898629070166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2760554898629070166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/06/decidi-decirle-no-pensar-en-vos-no.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1noSZQWrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tCAs8peDKFE/s72-c/1243615871612_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-7059532100159935111</id><published>2009-06-08T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:15:23.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1jFXkdvWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hBU4-E7lxYo/s1600-h/1238788629744_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345037276636101986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1jFXkdvWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hBU4-E7lxYo/s320/1238788629744_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que doloroso fue darme cuenta de que ya fue, la oportunidad se fue, tu amor se fue,&lt;br /&gt;la esperanza se fue, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo único que queda es la nada y el amor que te tenia, supongo&lt;br /&gt;que para vos son sinónimos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No se si no te diste cuenta o te hiciste el que te da igual, supongo que me ignoraste porque, creo que lo que sentí por vos era mas que evidente&lt;br /&gt;y por mas que ya no hablabamos como antes, una palabra tulla, una sonrisa, una mirada,&lt;br /&gt;lo que sea que venga de vos, me dejaba sin aliento, me dejaba un poco mas enamorada de lo que estaba... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fue doloroso darme cuenta que no pensabas en mi como yo en vos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ojala hubieras estado en mi mente un segundo y te hubieras dado cuenta de lo que fue sufrir por un amor adolescente, y por mas que diga que no haber estado con vos fue una de las cosas mas dolorosas que me podían a pasar en la vida, sé que en el futuro un nuevo amor, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;, el que sea para mi verdaderamente, va a tapar los parches que vos me hiciste, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;va a estar conmigo, cuidándome y queriéndome, como siempre quise que lo hagas vos y ser para el lo que vos sos, mejor dicho &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuiste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-7059532100159935111?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/7059532100159935111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=7059532100159935111' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/7059532100159935111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/7059532100159935111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-doloroso-fue-darme-cuenta-de-que-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1jFXkdvWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hBU4-E7lxYo/s72-c/1238788629744_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2123188926899646309</id><published>2009-06-08T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:03:07.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1gOMuiuvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/KHKRwtH0-BA/s1600-h/1242600115494_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345034129809521394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1gOMuiuvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/KHKRwtH0-BA/s320/1242600115494_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor desde que te fuiste yo no se si voy a enamorarme otra vez. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Por favor dime si algun dia tu regresaras a estos brazos que te extrañan.&lt;/span&gt; Mi corazon te llama, moribundo esta de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2123188926899646309?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2123188926899646309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2123188926899646309' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2123188926899646309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2123188926899646309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-desde-que-te-fuiste-yo-no-se-si.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1gOMuiuvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/KHKRwtH0-BA/s72-c/1242600115494_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6260565036443858681</id><published>2009-06-08T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:56:26.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1exlgusTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/L_AMupDF8xg/s1600-h/1233690879128_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345032538734637362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1exlgusTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/L_AMupDF8xg/s320/1233690879128_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y Ahora me dices tu que me has llorado y no sabes que hacer, y ahora me dices tu que lo has pensado y no sabes que hacer, que me has llorado y no sabes que hacer, pero yo debo confesarte que ya tengo otro hombre. Ahora ya marchate, ya no me busques, es muy tarde.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No regreses,&lt;/span&gt; solo alejate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Es suficiente lo que hiciste, no me llames, solo marchate. Ya no me busques, es muy tarde. No regreses, solo alejate que ya no vuelvo atras. Solo alejate, ya no vuelvas conmigo. No te quiero ver, ya no vuelvo contigo para que sepas que ya yo tengo otro abrigo, que en las noches frias mil caricias recibo. Ahora me quieres pero yo ya no no te quiero, vienes llorando diciendo que tu sin mi no puedes estar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Solo quiero que te vayas como viniste.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6260565036443858681?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6260565036443858681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6260565036443858681' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6260565036443858681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6260565036443858681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/06/y-ahora-me-dices-tu-que-me-has-llorado.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1exlgusTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/L_AMupDF8xg/s72-c/1233690879128_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4942769707107072895</id><published>2009-06-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:45:26.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1b-Dyn7oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/x2ljqg2FFtE/s1600-h/1207157131_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345029454486302338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1b-Dyn7oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/x2ljqg2FFtE/s200/1207157131_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No me pregunten mas por el, lo que el me hizo no tiene perdon.se que a mi lado siempre caminaba, que de mi mano nunca se soltaba, que a todas partes me acompañaba ese hombre, pero ya quiero decirles que se termino. Ustedes saben lo que sucedio, no me pregunten, ya no insistan por favor .No me pregunten mas por el, ¿Es que no ven que me hacen daño?, necesito olvidarme de ese, ese que siemrpe me mintio, me utilizo, de mi cariño se burlo y no le importo. Te odio, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;si me estas escuchando quiero que sepas que &lt;em&gt;te odio&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;te odio como a nadie&lt;/strong&gt; en esta Tierra &lt;strong&gt;porque te amo&lt;/strong&gt;, te amo &lt;strong&gt;y maldigo el momento en que te conocí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4942769707107072895?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4942769707107072895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4942769707107072895' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4942769707107072895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4942769707107072895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-me-pregunten-mas-por-el-lo-que-el-me.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Si1b-Dyn7oI/AAAAAAAAAMI/x2ljqg2FFtE/s72-c/1207157131_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4537566283636930969</id><published>2009-05-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:48:33.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted you right here with me, but I have no choice, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you've gotta leave&lt;/span&gt;, because my heart is breakin with every word I'm sayin. I gave up everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had on something that just wouldn't last&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I refuse to cry,&lt;/span&gt; no tears will fall from these eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4537566283636930969?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4537566283636930969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4537566283636930969' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4537566283636930969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4537566283636930969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanted-you-right-here-with-me-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-702521528691309425</id><published>2009-05-11T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:45:33.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no-one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who makes me feel like you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-702521528691309425?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/702521528691309425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=702521528691309425' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/702521528691309425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/702521528691309425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-been-no-one-who-makes-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6576209923146822504</id><published>2009-05-11T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:44:19.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghj6Y_z3RI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i9S6obBj_jE/s1600-h/adam_brody_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334623613414006034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghj6Y_z3RI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i9S6obBj_jE/s200/adam_brody_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're simply the best, better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met. I'm stuck on your heart and hang on every word you say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6576209923146822504?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6576209923146822504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6576209923146822504' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6576209923146822504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6576209923146822504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-simply-best-better-than-all-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghj6Y_z3RI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i9S6obBj_jE/s72-c/adam_brody_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2942800461803909160</id><published>2009-05-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:38:52.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SghilUi54uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ak-t8DW5N94/s1600-h/1238956937504_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622151930143458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SghilUi54uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ak-t8DW5N94/s320/1238956937504_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You told me there's no need to talk it out 'cause its too late to proceed and slowly I took your words and walked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's alright, okay. I'm so much better without you. I won't be sorry. Alright, okay. So don't you bother what I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No matter what you say,I wont return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2942800461803909160?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2942800461803909160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2942800461803909160' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2942800461803909160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2942800461803909160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-told-me-theres-no-need-to-talk-it.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SghilUi54uI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ak-t8DW5N94/s72-c/1238956937504_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-8070185884374430299</id><published>2009-05-11T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:35:26.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghh0wmHViI/AAAAAAAAALw/cJ5KoIc597k/s1600-h/1186776536_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334621317646210594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghh0wmHViI/AAAAAAAAALw/cJ5KoIc597k/s320/1186776536_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Smile... it's the &lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; best thing to do &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with your lips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-8070185884374430299?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/8070185884374430299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=8070185884374430299' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8070185884374430299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8070185884374430299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghh0wmHViI/AAAAAAAAALw/cJ5KoIc597k/s72-c/1186776536_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4840078383140352698</id><published>2009-05-10T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:46:14.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wonderin' if you're the same, and who's been with you. Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes ('cuase I miss you) I'm sittin' here, thinkin' about you, and the days we used to share. I'm just wonderin' if you still care.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna let you know that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's killin' me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4840078383140352698?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4840078383140352698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4840078383140352698' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4840078383140352698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4840078383140352698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonderin-if-youre-same-and-whos-been.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-8817751808645362912</id><published>2009-05-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:44:10.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is when you shed a tear and still want him, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's when he ignores you and you still love him&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-8817751808645362912?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/8817751808645362912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=8817751808645362912' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8817751808645362912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8817751808645362912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-when-you-shed-tear-and-still.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5392751371673654280</id><published>2009-05-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:41:43.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know that you've got somebody else in your life, but I can't help the way I feel. I’m going insane without you here and I know she will never let you go, so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cry myself to sleep thinking of what we could have been if you loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I remember when we started, like love at first sight. I was crazy for your kisses and your lovin every night.&lt;/span&gt; My world was incomplete if I wasn't right next to you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I've heard it said, that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all good things come to end&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but you tore life to pieces, when you ran away with her. Why?My mind was lost and I just couldn't understand,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'd give the world for you, ready to die right then but maybe what we had was just a big mistake&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and sometimes love slowly turns into hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I gave it all because of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, lost it all because of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, and afterall this time, I think I'm finally over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5392751371673654280?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5392751371673654280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5392751371673654280' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5392751371673654280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5392751371673654280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-that-youve-got-somebody-else-in.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-890194618930870613</id><published>2009-04-29T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:26:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SfjwJ8AT8GI/AAAAAAAAALI/yoL7LNaJTvU/s1600-h/KatyPerry-DessertinthedesertbyEvanL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330274212509904994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SfjwJ8AT8GI/AAAAAAAAALI/yoL7LNaJTvU/s320/KatyPerry-DessertinthedesertbyEvanL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Como hare para vivir sin tu amor? No puedo olvidarte mi amor, y en mi corazon yo siento un gran dolor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-890194618930870613?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/890194618930870613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=890194618930870613' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/890194618930870613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/890194618930870613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-hare-para-vivir-sin-tu-amor-no.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SfjwJ8AT8GI/AAAAAAAAALI/yoL7LNaJTvU/s72-c/KatyPerry-DessertinthedesertbyEvanL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6319810119846826911</id><published>2009-04-29T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:23:49.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sfjve9NicsI/AAAAAAAAALA/X_9X9tNBuCQ/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan-heidi-2249-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330273474099442370" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sfjve9NicsI/AAAAAAAAALA/X_9X9tNBuCQ/s320/lindsay-lohan-heidi-2249-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So don't go away, say what you say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Say that you'll stay forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and a day in the time of my life because I need more time, yes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need more time just to make things right.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6319810119846826911?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6319810119846826911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6319810119846826911' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6319810119846826911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6319810119846826911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-dont-go-away-say-what-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sfjve9NicsI/AAAAAAAAALA/X_9X9tNBuCQ/s72-c/lindsay-lohan-heidi-2249-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-8513590317184707938</id><published>2009-04-17T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:43:03.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sej19-IhHBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DnQH1nBojgg/s1600-h/1239922215396_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325777004365159442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sej19-IhHBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DnQH1nBojgg/s320/1239922215396_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eternamente quiero tenerte, es que es tan fuerte lo que siento yo. Y contenerme es tan dificil, es que mi mente pierde el control.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-8513590317184707938?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/8513590317184707938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=8513590317184707938' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8513590317184707938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8513590317184707938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternamente-quiero-tenerte-es-que-es.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sej19-IhHBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DnQH1nBojgg/s72-c/1239922215396_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4664303048467713451</id><published>2009-04-09T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:54:06.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;te extraño y al pasar de los dias me encuentro sola y termino llorando, y nose que has hecho que te extraño tanto, que no dejo de pensar en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4664303048467713451?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4664303048467713451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4664303048467713451' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4664303048467713451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4664303048467713451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-extrano-y-al-pasar-de-los-dias-me.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4141964238648813147</id><published>2009-04-09T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:51:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4ZefMpqnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5TKA4guHQFU/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan-fornarina-ads-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322719821159836274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4ZefMpqnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5TKA4guHQFU/s320/lindsay-lohan-fornarina-ads-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tonta fui al dejarte ir. Yo sin tu amor no soy feliz-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4141964238648813147?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4141964238648813147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4141964238648813147' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4141964238648813147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4141964238648813147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-tonta-fui-al-dejarte-ir.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4ZefMpqnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5TKA4guHQFU/s72-c/lindsay-lohan-fornarina-ads-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-7210458320177755959</id><published>2009-04-09T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:50:13.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4ZHT1ZmYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ca9f8EnQIGQ/s1600-h/emma-watson-moto-bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322719422972533122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4ZHT1ZmYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ca9f8EnQIGQ/s320/emma-watson-moto-bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ella era protagonista de la historia mas triste de todas las de amor-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-7210458320177755959?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/7210458320177755959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=7210458320177755959' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/7210458320177755959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/7210458320177755959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/ella-era-protagonista-de-la-historia.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4ZHT1ZmYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ca9f8EnQIGQ/s72-c/emma-watson-moto-bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2121279952026536997</id><published>2009-04-09T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:48:18.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time i let you go so i can be free and live my life how it should be. No matter how hard it is,I will be fine without you. Yes i Will-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2121279952026536997?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2121279952026536997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2121279952026536997' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2121279952026536997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2121279952026536997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-time-i-let-you-go-so-i-can-be-free.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1667290666313999920</id><published>2009-04-09T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:46:26.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4YTOJNgMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/v2CA10lPIkg/s1600-h/IMG_9133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322718528091816130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4YTOJNgMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/v2CA10lPIkg/s320/IMG_9133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;al final las mentiras siempre hieren más que tan solo callar la verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1667290666313999920?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1667290666313999920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1667290666313999920' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1667290666313999920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1667290666313999920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/al-final-las-mentiras-siempre-hieren.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4YTOJNgMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/v2CA10lPIkg/s72-c/IMG_9133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4882330746188324044</id><published>2009-04-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:42:47.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4XcXqq6hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QkN31KYITpA/s1600-h/2661_70220743630_595688630_1548234_3374872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322717585755269650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4XcXqq6hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QkN31KYITpA/s400/2661_70220743630_595688630_1548234_3374872_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tal vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; sera que&lt;/span&gt; esta historia ya tiene un final-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4882330746188324044?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4882330746188324044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4882330746188324044' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4882330746188324044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4882330746188324044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/tal-vez-sera-que-esta-historia-ya-tiene.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4XcXqq6hI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QkN31KYITpA/s72-c/2661_70220743630_595688630_1548234_3374872_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4462786030702559615</id><published>2009-04-09T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:39:49.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4WsTQjlNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/QIgzZyyjngw/s1600-h/1230843164182_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322716759938274514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4WsTQjlNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/QIgzZyyjngw/s400/1230843164182_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Somos libres de ser quienes somos (buenos, malos o indiferentes). &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Creo que es nuestra personalidad la que determina nuestro destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4462786030702559615?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4462786030702559615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4462786030702559615' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4462786030702559615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4462786030702559615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/somos-libres-de-ser-quienes-somos.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4WsTQjlNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/QIgzZyyjngw/s72-c/1230843164182_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1217546570417813577</id><published>2009-04-09T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:37:17.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4WGB0yRXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xBXq_URWfR4/s1600-h/casianglees_(60).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322716102423364978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4WGB0yRXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xBXq_URWfR4/s400/casianglees_(60).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si al final hubieras hecho algo por mí, no estarías aquí solo y suplicando-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1217546570417813577?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1217546570417813577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1217546570417813577' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1217546570417813577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1217546570417813577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-al-final-hubieras-hecho-algo-por-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4WGB0yRXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xBXq_URWfR4/s72-c/casianglees_(60).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-9132058036002218371</id><published>2009-04-09T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:35:43.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4VvQsNrfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tDCtsNeSkaU/s1600-h/katy_perry_my_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322715711276953074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4VvQsNrfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tDCtsNeSkaU/s400/katy_perry_my_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's more than a man and this is more than love, the reason that the sky is blue. But clouds are rolling in because I´m gone again and to him I just can´t be true*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-9132058036002218371?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/9132058036002218371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=9132058036002218371' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/9132058036002218371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/9132058036002218371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-more-than-man-and-this-is-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4VvQsNrfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tDCtsNeSkaU/s72-c/katy_perry_my_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5112419684184679467</id><published>2009-04-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:34:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4VaQ_SsAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BplWMZ7ppdk/s1600-h/katy-perry-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322715350579720194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4VaQ_SsAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BplWMZ7ppdk/s400/katy-perry-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm so foolish, play me like I'm stupid 'cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I thought it was just you and I&lt;/span&gt;.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5112419684184679467?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5112419684184679467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5112419684184679467' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5112419684184679467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5112419684184679467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-foolish-play-me-like-im-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4VaQ_SsAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BplWMZ7ppdk/s72-c/katy-perry-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-5986166288234449114</id><published>2009-04-09T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:32:20.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4U_NUEjJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eg2_N3fH7Zc/s1600-h/2661_70220758630_595688630_1548237_4126784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322714885736664210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4U_NUEjJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eg2_N3fH7Zc/s400/2661_70220758630_595688630_1548237_4126784_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;For a moment i am happy, but when i'm alone, no one hears me cry-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-5986166288234449114?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/5986166288234449114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=5986166288234449114' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5986166288234449114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/5986166288234449114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-moment-i-am-happy-but-when-im-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sd4U_NUEjJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eg2_N3fH7Zc/s72-c/2661_70220758630_595688630_1548237_4126784_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4129198691862181512</id><published>2009-04-04T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:57:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdefhWa-BVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zrOi7N1HxLQ/s1600-h/collage355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320896880064726354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdefhWa-BVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zrOi7N1HxLQ/s400/collage355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdefYZUhL4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/CoI6L7zsGZM/s1600-h/collage355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdefOLDICBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E4VDYK0zAKc/s1600-h/collage355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320896550594414610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdefOLDICBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E4VDYK0zAKc/s400/collage355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sdeen7S8JnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Mv-Pxaf-uLI/s1600-h/collage355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeewqffPLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kdhJoc3MNFE/s1600-h/collage355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeedYpnouI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SVCwSNP4wYo/s1600-h/collage355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320895712431940322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeedYpnouI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SVCwSNP4wYo/s320/collage355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre el cielo y el suelo hay algo con tendencia a quedarse calvo de tanto recordar y ese algo, que soy yo mismo, es un cuadro de bifrontismo que solo da una faz. La cara vista es un anuncio de signal, la cara oculta es la resulta de mi idea genial de echarte. Me cuesta tanto olvidarte, me cuesta tanto. Olvidarte me cuesta tanto, olvidar quince mil encantos es mucha sensatez y no se si seré sensato, lo que se es que me cuesta un rato hacer las cosas sin querer, y aunque fui yo quien decidió que ya no mas, y no me cansé de jurarte que no habrá segunda parte, me cuesta tanto olvidarte, me cuesta tanto, olvidarte me cuesta tanto.Me cuesta tanto olvidarte.-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4129198691862181512?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4129198691862181512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4129198691862181512' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4129198691862181512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4129198691862181512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/entre-el-cielo-y-el-suelo-hay-algo-con.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdefhWa-BVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zrOi7N1HxLQ/s72-c/collage355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4574673185107814651</id><published>2009-04-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:43:54.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdecU-8U06I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xp5RlrapQ5s/s1600-h/1233349815803_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320893369068868514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdecU-8U06I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xp5RlrapQ5s/s320/1233349815803_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I'm sorry for breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4574673185107814651?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4574673185107814651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4574673185107814651' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4574673185107814651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4574673185107814651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-im-sorry-for-breaking-all-promises.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdecU-8U06I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xp5RlrapQ5s/s72-c/1233349815803_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6706817837729985194</id><published>2009-04-04T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:39:23.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdebQ0BplxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1rA6fH4-kAQ/s1600-h/Thinking%2520of%2520You3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320892197907306258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdebQ0BplxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1rA6fH4-kAQ/s320/Thinking%2520of%2520You3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quiero hacerte un regalo, algo dulce, algo raro, no un regalo común de los que perdiste o nunca abriste, que olvidaste en un tren o no aceptaste. De los que abres y lloras, que estas feliz y no finges, y en este día de septiembre te dedicaré mi regalo más grande. Quiero donar tu sonrisa a la luna así que de noche, quien la mire, pueda pensar en ti porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tu amor para mi es importante, y no me importa lo que diga la gente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;porque, aun con celos se que me protegías y se que aun cansado, tu sonrisa no se marcharía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6706817837729985194?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6706817837729985194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6706817837729985194' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6706817837729985194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6706817837729985194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiero-hacerte-un-regalo-algo-dulce.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdebQ0BplxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1rA6fH4-kAQ/s72-c/Thinking%2520of%2520You3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-716312566247198447</id><published>2009-04-04T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:33:35.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeZ6p1JZMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zcyuv0hoT_Q/s1600-h/katy-perry-thinking-of-you-fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320890717701760194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeZ6p1JZMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zcyuv0hoT_Q/s320/katy-perry-thinking-of-you-fashion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; need &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here I am&lt;/span&gt;.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-716312566247198447?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/716312566247198447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=716312566247198447' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/716312566247198447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/716312566247198447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-need-someone-to-love-you-here.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeZ6p1JZMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zcyuv0hoT_Q/s72-c/katy-perry-thinking-of-you-fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4724703231400010459</id><published>2009-04-04T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:28:07.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeYoAeTe-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/B_m9QZAQd8U/s1600-h/lindsay-lohan-flaca-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320889297850825698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeYoAeTe-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/B_m9QZAQd8U/s320/lindsay-lohan-flaca-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mentiria si dijera&lt;/span&gt; que sin ti la vida sigue igual, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que no duele tu partida y que por fin ya te logré olvidar&lt;/span&gt;. Si &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que no me afecta verte ya con otra no me lo creería ni yo misma&lt;/span&gt; tampoco, seria mirarme al espejo y quererme engañar.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4724703231400010459?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4724703231400010459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4724703231400010459' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4724703231400010459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4724703231400010459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/mentiria-si-dijera-que-sin-ti-la-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeYoAeTe-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/B_m9QZAQd8U/s72-c/lindsay-lohan-flaca-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2979430232984046921</id><published>2009-04-04T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:22:22.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeXO0LtHbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n9wfjobl9NA/s1600-h/katy_perry460_1202364c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320887765543230898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeXO0LtHbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n9wfjobl9NA/s320/katy_perry460_1202364c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Recordaré por siempre y sé que no querrás, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te llamaré porque tu no contestaras.&lt;/span&gt; Ahora me hace reír pensarte como un juego, te perdí y entonces ya te tomo otra foto. Por qué escaparías pequeño ahora desde mi mano y &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;un día se transformará veloz en un año, y te olvidaras de mi.&lt;/span&gt; Cuando llueve, perfiles y casas recuerdan a ti. Y será hermosísimo, por ti tienen un solo sabor alegría y dolor. Quisiera solo que ahora pueda pronto irse esta noche, y lo que siempre me dijiste nunca mas regrese. Y quiero amor y todo lo que siempre sabes darme, y quiero indiferencia si &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;solo querrás herirme.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2979430232984046921?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2979430232984046921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2979430232984046921' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2979430232984046921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2979430232984046921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/recordare-por-siempre-y-se-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeXO0LtHbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n9wfjobl9NA/s72-c/katy_perry460_1202364c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1287449567437449439</id><published>2009-04-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:14:07.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeVWg1ap-I/AAAAAAAAAII/Qcj29aqMz-g/s1600-h/katyperry(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320885698765170658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeVWg1ap-I/AAAAAAAAAII/Qcj29aqMz-g/s320/katyperry(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When im with him i am thinking of you, thinking of you. What you would do if you were the one who was spending the night. I wish that I was looking into your, your eyes, your eyes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wont you walk through and bust down the door and take me away?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No more mistakes&lt;/span&gt; because in your eyes I'd like to stay.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1287449567437449439?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1287449567437449439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1287449567437449439' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1287449567437449439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1287449567437449439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-im-with-him-i-am-thinking-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeVWg1ap-I/AAAAAAAAAII/Qcj29aqMz-g/s72-c/katyperry(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-8996244734851864534</id><published>2009-04-04T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:09:40.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cómo me arrepiento,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo pude haberte dejado ir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Y ahora, ahora he aprendido la lección, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jugué con fuego y me quemé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-8996244734851864534?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/8996244734851864534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=8996244734851864534' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8996244734851864534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/8996244734851864534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-me-arrepiento-como-pude-haberte.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-3571399905482778606</id><published>2009-04-04T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:04:46.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeTKCHJl1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/WTGLY2ljddo/s1600-h/discriminacion_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320883285336364882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeTKCHJl1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/WTGLY2ljddo/s320/discriminacion_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La historia no mas cambiara a causa de políticas, de conquista, de teorías o de guerras. La historia cambiará cuando podamos usar la fuerza del amor, sin mirar razas, color, nivel social, siempre tendiendo en mente que en esta Tierra todos somos iguales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-3571399905482778606?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/3571399905482778606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=3571399905482778606' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3571399905482778606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3571399905482778606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-historia-no-mas-cambiara-causa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdeTKCHJl1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/WTGLY2ljddo/s72-c/discriminacion_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-488463931882854026</id><published>2009-04-03T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:15:04.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbewpccDcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vOmPVuEItaM/s1600-h/n1033273380_360798_4937629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320684937125039554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbewpccDcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vOmPVuEItaM/s320/n1033273380_360798_4937629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo soñé que te olvide porque al fin no te lloraba; yo creí que escaparía de tu piel. Yo logre más de una vez olvidarte por un tiempo , y sentí que poco a poco me cure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luché con el alma y con el corazón, di mi sentimiento y mi emoción; todo lo que soy para olvidarte. Pero no; sigo pensando en ti por mas que intento no consigo dormir de noche sin tu abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero no; sigues estando aqui en los mas hondo de mi vida sin hallar una salida; sigo aquí, sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-488463931882854026?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/488463931882854026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=488463931882854026' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/488463931882854026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/488463931882854026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-sone-que-te-olvide-porque-al-fin-no.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbewpccDcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vOmPVuEItaM/s72-c/n1033273380_360798_4937629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4692446558994748851</id><published>2009-04-03T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:11:49.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sdbd-EoThSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z27xCv66yvo/s1600-h/kristenstewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320684068249240866" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sdbd-EoThSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z27xCv66yvo/s320/kristenstewart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cada vez que pienso en ti recibo un disparo dentro de mi, una rafaga de tristeza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No es problema mio pero es un problema que encontre viviendo la vida que no puedo dejar atras. No me responde ningun sentido la sabiduria de un tonto que no quiere dejarte en libertad, pero este es el camino que sigo y es el que nadie conoce y cada dia crece mi confusion. Cada vez que te veo alejarte me arrodillo y rezo esperando ese momento final en que digas las palabras que yo no puedo decir. Me siento bien y aliviadame siento como nunca cada vez que me siento asi no se que decir ¿Por q no podemos ser los mismos tal y como fuimos antes? No estoy segura de lo que esto significa ni creo que tu lo entiendas. Yo ya admiti que si hiero a alguien mas entonces nunca entenderia como quisimos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4692446558994748851?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4692446558994748851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4692446558994748851' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4692446558994748851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4692446558994748851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/cada-vez-que-pienso-en-ti-recibo-un.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sdbd-EoThSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z27xCv66yvo/s72-c/kristenstewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-1963510960875097587</id><published>2009-04-03T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:03:46.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbcFGe9b2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/lZQyZeNd6zo/s1600-h/hermosi..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320681989982744418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbcFGe9b2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/lZQyZeNd6zo/s320/hermosi..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radiante&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;más&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hermoso&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que ninguno,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; siempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tan lejos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-1963510960875097587?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/1963510960875097587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=1963510960875097587' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1963510960875097587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/1963510960875097587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/radiante-y-mas-hermoso-que-ninguno-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbcFGe9b2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/lZQyZeNd6zo/s72-c/hermosi..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4328492813027977227</id><published>2009-04-03T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:57:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sdbaf6tCEjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9yeNmJjX4Ew/s1600-h/1225463033357_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320680251653755442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sdbaf6tCEjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9yeNmJjX4Ew/s320/1225463033357_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De que sirve lo que me rodea &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aunque tenga todo siento un vacio sin ti.&lt;/span&gt; De que sirve el aire que respiro &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aunque sobrevivo siento que me ahogo sin ti&lt;/span&gt;. Hoy solo tengo tiempo y mi soledad para recordar, solo me quedan fuerzas para soñar que tu volveras .Por que todo me falta no me alcanzan las ganas de vivir. Aunque todo lo intento yo no entiendo por que no estas aqui &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aunque nada es eterno o perfecto tu lo eres para mi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te necesito por que sin ti no sé vivir&lt;/span&gt;.De que me sirve ver un nuevo dia si no hay alegria solo quedan ganas de huir .De que sirve el reflejo de la luna y tener una fortuna si el amor se ha ido de aqui. Hoy solo tengo tiempo y mi soledad para recordar. Solo me quedan fuerzas para soñar que tu volveras. Por que todo me falta &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no me alcanzan las ganas de vivir&lt;/span&gt;, aunque todo lo intento yo no entiendo por que no estas aqui &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aunque nada es eterno o perfecto tu lo eres para mi te necesito por que sin ti no sé vivir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4328492813027977227?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4328492813027977227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4328492813027977227' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4328492813027977227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4328492813027977227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-que-sirve-lo-que-me-rodea-aunque.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sdbaf6tCEjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9yeNmJjX4Ew/s72-c/1225463033357_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-3360809456618981227</id><published>2009-04-03T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:47:07.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbX4lMz2kI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HjM_1c5mIiM/s1600-h/diario_de_una_apsion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320677376843307586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbX4lMz2kI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HjM_1c5mIiM/s320/diario_de_una_apsion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Estupefacto, Errando, Mintiendome, sabia que no te podia dejar de adorar. Y es que las mentiras te salian tan bien. Tus errores me enamoraban mas que tus besos, las noches que te ibas te sentia mas cerca. Te amaba perdonando tus imperfecciones, te amaba por que no me amabas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Te amo porque eres mi perfecto error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-3360809456618981227?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/3360809456618981227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=3360809456618981227' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3360809456618981227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3360809456618981227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/estupefacto-errando-mintiendome-sabia.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbX4lMz2kI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HjM_1c5mIiM/s72-c/diario_de_una_apsion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4886848749261666388</id><published>2009-04-03T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:41:28.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbWfXMpyQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/S7WvejdcAVg/s1600-h/emma-watson-12060701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320675844076194050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbWfXMpyQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/S7WvejdcAVg/s320/emma-watson-12060701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que dolor que siente mi corazon al escuchar oir de ti que ya lo nuestro termino y yo se que sin palabras me quede por que se bien que solo fui un juguete para ti. Solo te digo que a tu lado fui feliz .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4886848749261666388?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4886848749261666388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4886848749261666388' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4886848749261666388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4886848749261666388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-dolor-que-siente-mi-corazon-al.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbWfXMpyQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/S7WvejdcAVg/s72-c/emma-watson-12060701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2103414991246382948</id><published>2009-04-03T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:38:10.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que te quiero, que te extraño y te siento. Que tu partida simplemente me ha alejado y que te extraño, que apagaste el celular, que me estoy volviendo loca y no me puedo comunicar. Que no se pasan los días y que fumo como una demente porque sos mi pasado y quiero que seas mi presente. Y te veo en todos lados, en mi vereda, en mi colchón, y te veo entre mis brazos cuidando mi corazón. Te esperé, y te quise como a ninguno. Te regalé todo mi amor, casi te bajo hasta la luna. Es triste esta despedida porque me siento vacía, me metiste en un laberinto dónde nada tiene sentido. Estoy muriéndome de pena, te fuiste sin argumento. Y yo te amo, te veo y te siento acá adentro. Que te quiero, que te extraño y te siento. Que tu partida simplemente me ha alejado y que te extraño, que apagaste el celular, que me estoy volviendo loca y no me puedo comunicar. Quiero olvidarme de todo, tu cara, tu piel y tu boca, tu cuerpo, tu perfume y todas las promesas rotas. Tu manera de amar y tu forma de seducir, pero sinceramente sin vos no puedo vivir. Esta todo tan gris, tan oscuro, todo tan borroso, esta tu sonrisa en mi mente, pero ahora vos salís con otra. Y sabés qué? Me hacés sufrir porque fuiste mi favorito, pero esto se terminó y ya no quiero que se repita. No te voy a insistir. Voy a vivir sin tu compañia, voy a olvidarme de todas las cosas que vos me decías. Si al final con el tiempo sé que me vas a extrañar, pero ya va a ser muy tarde porque te voy a olvidar. Y vas a regresar arrepentido y confundido, te voy a contestar que ya estás fuera de mi vida. Me vas a suplicar que sea como aquellos días, y yo te voy a cantar esta triste melodía: Que me quiere, que me extraña y lo siente, que mi partida simplemente lo ha alejado, y que me extraña. Que yo apagué el celular, que se está volviendo loco y no me puede comunicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2103414991246382948?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2103414991246382948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2103414991246382948' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2103414991246382948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2103414991246382948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-te-quiero-que-te-extrano-y-te.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-3940645184335812892</id><published>2009-04-03T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:56:05.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbMPqn8lOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Rf6PkvupUTM/s1600-h/P1070577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320664579296761058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbMPqn8lOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Rf6PkvupUTM/s320/P1070577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahora ha llegado mi hora, ven aquí, siéntate. Hoy voy a hablar por primera y última vez. La obra terminó, la dirigiste bien. Me diste el peor papel, de mujer infiel y tú de víctima. Yo soy esta vez quien se lleva el aplauso. Ahora me toca a mí gritar que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuiste una gran &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ntira&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahora me toca a mí, no te importó más que tu propia vida. Ahora me toca, tú siempre ausente, frío, indiferente. Ahora me toca a mí, ya me cansé de ser siempre la culpable. Ahora me toca a mí, gritar que tú también te equivocaste. Aquí se termina esta historia, no hay nada más que hablar, hoy fue la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;última noche de nuestra función&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin maquillaje, al fin, se va la payasa aquella que simuló reír muriéndose entre tus brazos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-3940645184335812892?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/3940645184335812892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=3940645184335812892' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3940645184335812892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/3940645184335812892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahora-ha-llegado-mi-hora-ven-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbMPqn8lOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Rf6PkvupUTM/s72-c/P1070577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-4564563891091291020</id><published>2009-04-03T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:48:12.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbKZAZ27NI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZUfYyr7BWfs/s1600-h/1160972977_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320662540738817234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbKZAZ27NI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZUfYyr7BWfs/s320/1160972977_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdóname si alguna&lt;/strong&gt; vez te hice mal, si &lt;strong&gt;dije cosas que&lt;/strong&gt; tal vez &lt;strong&gt;debí callar&lt;/strong&gt;. Uno lastima sin querer a lo que quiere de verdad. Perdóname si no te supe comprender, si tus palabras no he sabido escuchar, si he llegado a mentir por querer ganar. Perdóname amor mío por haberte herido, por todo lo malo que te hice pasar. Perdóname amor mío por haberte tratado como si tú fueras una cosa más que se deja en un rincón cuando no la vas a usar, que se tira en el desván como si fuera un mueble más. Perdóname si por tenerte siempre aquí jamás te dije que contigo fui feliz, si por pensar tanto en mí, me olvidé de ti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-4564563891091291020?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/4564563891091291020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=4564563891091291020' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4564563891091291020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/4564563891091291020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/perdoname-si-alguna-vez-te-hice-mal-si.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SdbKZAZ27NI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZUfYyr7BWfs/s72-c/1160972977_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-6899839805748668395</id><published>2009-04-03T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:42:52.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ella dice que no cree en el amor, porque mucho sufrió al lado de él. Dice que quiere vivir en soledad, que es mejor estar sola que mal acompañada. Ese hombre le robo su corazón, le hizo mil promesas que nunca cumplió y es por eso que hoy no cree en el amor y se muere de pena llorando en un rincón. Y el quien es para hacer sufrir a la mujer que le entregó su corazón y su querer. Pero hoy pierde él, que qiere regresar, pero no queda nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-6899839805748668395?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/6899839805748668395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=6899839805748668395' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6899839805748668395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/6899839805748668395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/ella-dice-que-no-cree-en-el-amor-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-287592214465264456</id><published>2009-04-03T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:40:36.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si fuera por ti me harías sufrir casi sin pensarlo, podrías mentir. Si yo nunca fui tu historia de amor no juegues conmigo, es mejor tu adiós. Tal vez esto es mejor que sufrir de amor. No lo hago por ti, no quiero seguir. Ya no quiero de ti nada, no puedo creerte nada, vete y busca quién te quiera, quién te aguante a tu manera, por mi parte esta perdido. Tan cansada estoy de ti... es mejor así, es mejor así. Tal vez esto es mejor que sufrir de amor .No lo hago por ti, no quiero seguir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-287592214465264456?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/287592214465264456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=287592214465264456' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/287592214465264456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/287592214465264456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-fuera-por-ti-me-harias-sufrir-casi.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2354737501261321430</id><published>2009-01-01T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:23:20.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SV0mDosZOII/AAAAAAAAAFY/eRPLMTyONaM/s1600-h/mary-kate-olsen-20071122-341619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286423381507913858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SV0mDosZOII/AAAAAAAAAFY/eRPLMTyONaM/s320/mary-kate-olsen-20071122-341619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estoy tratando de decirte que ME DESESPERO de esperarte,que no salgo a buscarte porque sé que corro el riesgo de encontrarte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2354737501261321430?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2354737501261321430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2354737501261321430' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2354737501261321430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2354737501261321430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/01/estoy-tratando-de-decirte-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SV0mDosZOII/AAAAAAAAAFY/eRPLMTyONaM/s72-c/mary-kate-olsen-20071122-341619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865193632105330957.post-2534127413660573645</id><published>2009-01-01T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:07:52.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SV0h7xeQliI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iVNgrg7lVgo/s1600-h/n595688630_1131396_5245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286418848379082274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SV0h7xeQliI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iVNgrg7lVgo/s320/n595688630_1131396_5245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yo quiero es que mueras por mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2865193632105330957-2534127413660573645?l=caaarrla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/feeds/2534127413660573645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2865193632105330957&amp;postID=2534127413660573645' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2534127413660573645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2865193632105330957/posts/default/2534127413660573645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caaarrla.blogspot.com/2009/01/lo-que-yo-quiero-es-que-mueras-por-m.html' title=''/><author><name>carchi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17541329006561858744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/Sghf19NeGQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kq1cqtQ1thU/S220/adam_brody_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8B26MoFZIM/SV0h7xeQliI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iVNgrg7lVgo/s72-c/n595688630_1131396_5245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
