tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88232163246736083822011-11-27T20:56:36.682-03:00Shulianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09445857682157289767noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823216324673608382.post-43104345391421170792008-11-19T17:00:00.007-02:002008-11-19T17:14:42.564-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_epDoaphXLQo/SSRjF7KGF6I/AAAAAAAAADk/nBtBpjdALtk/s1600-h/Imagen+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_epDoaphXLQo/SSRjF7KGF6I/AAAAAAAAADk/nBtBpjdALtk/s400/Imagen+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270446417360852898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Dans mon jardin.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Y'a des avions, il y a des trains, des contrôleurs dans le souterrain, d</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">es autoroutes et des chemins, il y a la bécane de mon frangin,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Dans mon jardin, moi je voudrais bien, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">qu'il y est une fleur dans mon jardin,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">qu'il y est une fleur dans mon jardin.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Manu Chao - Le petit Jardin</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823216324673608382-4310434539142117079?l=afeastofriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shulianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09445857682157289767noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823216324673608382.post-56278719764342964412008-11-09T02:12:00.004-02:002008-11-09T02:18:57.936-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_epDoaphXLQo/SRZj-UmB9rI/AAAAAAAAADc/0LhKcbgsfjQ/s1600-h/george_harrison_07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_epDoaphXLQo/SRZj-UmB9rI/AAAAAAAAADc/0LhKcbgsfjQ/s320/george_harrison_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266506736587634354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />While my guitar gently weeps</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />I look at the floor and, i see it needs sweeping</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />Still my guitar gently weeps</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I dont know why nobody told you how to unfold your love</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />I dont know how someone controlled you</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />They bought and sold you.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Espacio para pensar, disfrutar y creer en nuestros pensamientos<br />Vida, verde, lluvia, sol, nube, noche, espacio, tiempo, amor.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823216324673608382-5627871976434296441?l=afeastofriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shulianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09445857682157289767noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823216324673608382.post-89960236409454142582008-11-05T19:18:00.006-02:002008-11-05T22:31:39.554-02:00<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES">El pasto <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">verde</span>, calido y húmedo, reflexivo estado inconsciente y secreto,<br />el grito que surgió dentro de mi mente, invito a los recuerdos,<br />sí!, esos recuerdos que solo aparecen para perturbar,<br />para mostrar lo que no hay, amor y destino unidos,<br />el tiempo se burla de mí, pero al final seré el victorioso,<br />conseguiré ese dulce y <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">celeste</span> jazmín, esa tierna <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">amapola</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">,</span><br />tilitante y frágil el sonido comenzara a intervenir,<br />destruirá el espacio y juntos, amor juntos por fin,<br />viviremos hasta que los tiempos sean cenizas <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">grises</span>,<br />pero el corazón <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">rojizo</span> y caliente como la sangre<br />que recorre nuestros cuerpos imperfectos,<br />él si vivirá y describirá al mundo ese secreto,<br />nuestro secreto, tuyo el amor y mío el destino,<br />como la noche a la luna y el día al sol,<br />será nuestro verano, nuestro<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">indian summer</span>.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823216324673608382-8996023640945414258?l=afeastofriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shulianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09445857682157289767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823216324673608382.post-68896843029348232802008-10-30T22:44:00.003-02:002008-10-31T21:51:47.966-02:00<span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> And she's gone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">L</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">ucy in the </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">S</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">ky with </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">D</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">iamonds</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"> L</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">ucy in the </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">S</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">ky with</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">D</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">iamonds<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Pd: fefe comilon.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823216324673608382-6889684302934823280?l=afeastofriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shulianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09445857682157289767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823216324673608382.post-53833737844294164402008-10-28T20:54:00.006-02:002008-10-28T22:24:10.041-02:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" ><u><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span>El sol salio para iluminarme, solo a mi y no a nosotros, eso es lo triste</span></span></u></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="ES"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><u><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_epDoaphXLQo/SQeYXBhJKxI/AAAAAAAAABo/XSUUPMtaFNQ/s1600-h/Queen_live_at_wembley_86-front.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_epDoaphXLQo/SQeYXBhJKxI/AAAAAAAAABo/XSUUPMtaFNQ/s320/Queen_live_at_wembley_86-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262342210917575442" border="0" /></a></u></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span>Queen - Delilah</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Delilah, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Delilah</span>, oh my, oh my, oh my - <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">you're irresistible</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> You make me smile when I'm just about to cry</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> You bring me hope, you make me laugh - you like it</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> You get away with murder, so innocent</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> But when you throw a moody you're all claws and you bite -</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> That's alright!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Delilah, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Delilah</span>, oh my, oh my, oh my - <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">you're unpredictable</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> You make me so very happy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> When you cuddle up and go to sleep beside me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> And then you make me slightly mad</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> When you pee all over my Chippendale Suite</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Delilah, Delilah,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Hey - Hey - Hey,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> You take over my house and home</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> You even try to answer my telephone</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Delilah, you're the apple of my eyes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Meeow, Meeow, Meeow,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Delilah - I love you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Oh you make me so very happy - you give me kisses</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> And I go out of my mind ooh,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Meeow, Meeow, Meeow, Meeow,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> You're irresistible - I love you Delilah</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Delilah - I love you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oooh - I love your kisses</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oooh - I love your kisses <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">"En un beso, sabrás todo lo que he callado" <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(<span style="font-weight: bold;">Pablo Neruda )</span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="ES"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><u><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" lang="ES"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><u><br /></u></span></span></u></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823216324673608382-5383373784429416440?l=afeastofriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shulianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09445857682157289767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823216324673608382.post-86942967751028526162008-10-27T21:31:00.000-02:002008-10-27T23:04:24.715-02:00<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" lang="ES">Primero capitulo de los que espero sean varios.<br /><br />Como primer punto voy contar de que se va a tratar este blog, primeramente va a ser para publicar textos propios (más que nada poesías), poemas de autores conocidos, capaz para contar una que otra historia de vida y también dejar temas de artistas que día a día modifican y me abren la cabeza para decirlo de algún modo.<br /><br />No hay mucho mas para presentar espero les guste y sino mala suerte, ya estoy acostumbrado a las malas primeras impresiones.</span></p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Por ultimo le dedico este primer capitulo a malenita que me obligo a crearme el blog (!).</span></span><br /><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"></p><span lang="ES"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"></span></span><u><span lang="ES"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >La princesa:</span><o:p></o:p></span></u><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES"><o:p></o:p><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">El pensar en tu sonrisa, es un pecado oh princesa mía,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">el pensar en tu boca y tus grandes ojos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">es un pecado oh princesa mía,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">pero el pecado más grande es no estar juntos,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">sera que tu hermosura es mucho para este simple hombre,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">el tiempo se habrá equivocado en cruzarnos,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">o sera que en mi corazón no existe tal tiempo,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">solo existe el destino, la conciencia desaparece,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">tu eres la que rige el pequeño cielo,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">tú, la más bella, tú, mi princesa corazón de sol,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">es tu armonioso cuerpo el que me tiene anonadado,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">omo el sol entre las nubes, ilumina te pido</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">a este hombre, con tan solo una mirada princesa mía.</span></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Por ultimo dejo una frase que simplifica muchas cosas<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">"<span lang="ES">Podrá no haber poetas, pero siempre habrá poesía"</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823216324673608382-8694296775102852616?l=afeastofriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shulianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09445857682157289767noreply@blogger.com3