Muchos dicen que estoy loca, otros simplemente no me entienden, a mi me basta con saber que soy feliz
:)
Sonreir y saludar chicos, sonreir y saludar...
jueves, 31 de enero de 2013
jueves, 24 de enero de 2013
How you remind me (Nickelback o Avril Lavigne)
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "Are we having fun yet?"
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "Are we having fun yet?"
miércoles, 23 de enero de 2013
Ramito de violetas
"Quien te escribía versos,
dime niña quien era.
Quien te mandaba flores por primavera.
Y en cada nueve de noviembre,
como siempre sin tarjeta,
te mandaba a ti un ramito de violetas."
dime niña quien era.
Quien te mandaba flores por primavera.
Y en cada nueve de noviembre,
como siempre sin tarjeta,
te mandaba a ti un ramito de violetas."
martes, 11 de diciembre de 2012
Friends
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cuz you're there for me too...
No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Seems you're the only one who knows
What it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the rest with
Someone I'll always laugh with
Even at my worst I'm best with you
No one could ever see me
Seems you're the only one who knows
What it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the rest with
Someone I'll always laugh with
Even at my worst I'm best with you
martes, 4 de diciembre de 2012
viernes, 30 de noviembre de 2012
domingo, 18 de noviembre de 2012
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Jamás nadie sabrá donde encuentro los motivos para hacer lo que hago. Ni que impulso me hace querer salir corriendo a cada instante, así como no entenderá que es lo que me mantiene aquí. Yo tampoco lo se.
viernes, 2 de noviembre de 2012
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