tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76312226583019187312011-04-21T15:10:18.346-07:00Josefa Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05802713212623400335noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7631222658301918731.post-84733914066744918862009-05-03T12:51:00.000-07:002009-05-03T13:07:24.360-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/Sf347Uf6GHI/AAAAAAAAABU/IoNBoob2sKM/s1600-h/visitas+familiares+de+abril+2009+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331691231875045490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/Sf347Uf6GHI/AAAAAAAAABU/IoNBoob2sKM/s320/visitas+familiares+de+abril+2009+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />You think you've lost your love<br />When, I saw her yesterday-yi-yay<br />It's you she's thinking of<br />And she told me what to say-yi-yay<br />She says she loves you and you know that can't be bad<br />Yes, she loves you and you know you should be glad<br />She said you hurt her soul<br />She almost lost her mind<br />And now she says she knows<br />You're not the hurting kind<br />She says she loves you and you know that can't be bad<br />Yes, she loves you and you know you should be glad Oo,<br />she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />And with a love like that<br />You know you should be glad<br />You know it's up to you I think it's only fair<br />Pride can hurt you too<br />Apologize to her<br />Because she loves you and you know that can't be bad<br />Yes, she loves you and you know you should be glad Oo,<br />she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah<br />And with a love like that<br />You know you should be glad<br />And with a love like that you know you should be glad...<br /><br />:P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7631222658301918731-8473391406674491886?l=josefamyloveisthelanguage0.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Josefa Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05802713212623400335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7631222658301918731.post-19400494460309927212009-04-25T19:51:00.000-07:002009-04-25T20:01:18.841-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/SfPOawhbylI/AAAAAAAAABM/9UWk8vUvU54/s1600-h/e083385912c01bbc8bdb01f7ba1b46e6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328829743206484562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/SfPOawhbylI/AAAAAAAAABM/9UWk8vUvU54/s320/e083385912c01bbc8bdb01f7ba1b46e6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>el agua le es al fuego como el fuego le es al agua...</div><br /><div>el agua apaga el fuego cuando hay rencores</div><br /><div>y el fuego apaga el agua cuando frialdades...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>dias de sol</div><br /><div>ya no hay lluvia</div><br /><div>no hay nubes</div><br /><div>el calor me aturde...</div><br /><div>dias de confusión</div><br /><div>dias de lucha</div><br /><div>dias de sentimientos</div><br /><div>van y vienen</div><br /><div>ya se han encontrado...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7631222658301918731-1940049446030992721?l=josefamyloveisthelanguage0.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Josefa Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05802713212623400335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7631222658301918731.post-34045560841165929262008-07-28T20:55:00.000-07:002008-12-10T04:30:27.078-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/SI6WUBAumLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cnkqxkygv80/s1600-h/strawberry_currant_recipe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228281488036763826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/SI6WUBAumLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cnkqxkygv80/s320/strawberry_currant_recipe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>They were sitting </div><br /><div>They were sitting </div><br /><div>on the strawberry swing </div><br /><div>Every moment was so precious </div><br /><div>They were sitting </div><br /><div>They were talking </div><br /><div>under strawberry swing </div><br /><div>Everybody was for fighting </div><br /><div>Wouldn't wanna waste a thing </div><br /><div>Cold, cold water bring me round </div><br /><div>Now my feet won't touch the ground </div><br /><div>Cold, cold water what you say? </div><br /><div>When it's such… It's such a perfect day </div><br /><div>It's such a perfect day</div><br /><div>I remember </div><br /><div>We were walking up to strawberry swing </div><br /><div>I can't wait until the morning </div><br /><div>Wouldn't wanna change a thing </div><br /><div>People living all the time </div><br /><div>Inside a perfectly straight line </div><br /><div>Don't you wanna just curve away? </div><br /><div>When it's such… It's such a perfect day </div><br /><div>It's such a perfect day </div><br /><div>Now the sky could be blue </div><br /><div>I don't mind </div><br /><div>Without you it's a waste of time </div><br /><div>Could be blue </div><br /><div>I don’t mind </div><br /><div>Without you it’s a waste of time </div><br /><div>Could be blue, </div><br /><div>could be grey </div><br /><div>without you I’m just miles away </div><br /><div>could be blue</div><br /><div>I don’t mind </div><br /><div>Without you it’s a waste of time... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7631222658301918731-3404556084116592926?l=josefamyloveisthelanguage0.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Josefa Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05802713212623400335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7631222658301918731.post-77324851292489379452008-02-29T18:59:00.000-08:002008-12-10T04:30:27.094-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/R8jISUtlydI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2QY4RiobDrs/s1600-h/Santiago+Extremo...++febrero+2008+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172604389158144466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/R8jISUtlydI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2QY4RiobDrs/s320/Santiago+Extremo...++febrero+2008+088.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Un lago en el cielo </div><br /><div>quiero ser suave</div><br /><div>para evitar tu dureza</div><br /><div>apago tu fuego</div><br /><div>enciende mi agua</div><br /><div>puede que no haya certezas</div><br /><div>Vamos despacio</div><br /><div>para encontrarnos</div><br /><div>el tiempo es arena en mis manos</div><br /><div>sé por tus marcas</div><br /><div>cuanto has amado</div><br /><div>más de lo que prometiste</div><br /><div>Hoy te apuré(estaba tan sensible)</div><br /><div>son espejismos que aumentan la sed</div><br /><div>si adelanté no me hagas caso</div><br /><div>a veces no puedo con la soledad</div><br /><div>Vamos despacio</div><br /><div>para encontrarnos</div><br /><div>el tiempo es arena en mis manos</div><br /><div>sé por tus marcas</div><br /><div>cuanto has dejado</div><br /><div>para olvidar lo que hiciste</div><br /><div>y sentir algo que nunca sentiste</div><br /><div>Sos el paisaje más soñado</div><br /><div>y sacudiste las más sólidas tristezas</div><br /><div>y respondiste cada vez que te he llamado</div><br /><div>Vamos despacio</div><br /><div>para encontrarnos</div><br /><div>el tiempo es arena en mis manos</div><br /><div>un lago en el cielo</div><br /><div>es mi regalo</div><br /><div>para olvidar lo que hiciste</div><br /><div>y sentir algo que nunca sentiste</div><br /><div>hacerte sentir</div><br /><div>algo que nunca sentiste...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7631222658301918731-7732485129248937945?l=josefamyloveisthelanguage0.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Josefa Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05802713212623400335noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7631222658301918731.post-89416982791375181122008-02-04T18:29:00.000-08:002008-12-10T04:30:27.636-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/R6fLUUBApaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G7iOEOLxMiE/s1600-h/espacio+riesco+16+fevrier+07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163319047634331042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UU6RSoI0iHU/R6fLUUBApaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/G7iOEOLxMiE/s320/espacio+riesco+16+fevrier+07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Dime donde estás, en que rincón puedo no verte, donde puedo dormir sin recordarte,y donde recordar sin que me duela, dime por favor donde puedo caminar sin ver tus huellas, donde puedo correr sin recordarte,y donde descansar con mi tristeza dime cual es el cielo que no tiene el calor de tú mirada,y cual es el sol que tiene luz tan sólo, y no la sensación de que me llamas dime cual es el rincón en el que no dejaste tú presencia dime por favor cual es el hueco de mi almohada,que no tiene escondidos tus recuerdos dime cual es la noche en que no vendrás para velar mis sueños que no puedo vivir porque te extraño, y no puedo morir, porque te quiero...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7631222658301918731-8941698279137518112?l=josefamyloveisthelanguage0.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Josefa Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05802713212623400335noreply@blogger.com1