tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76514730745032062912011-04-22T01:59:26.582+02:00Wilowcelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01805066122158557982noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651473074503206291.post-47677008611881646052007-06-21T01:06:00.001+02:002007-06-25T14:06:47.505+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RAaShqDPIUA/Rnm5PTXA7tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PTAlZ-QtcKE/s1600-h/tierra_caliente.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RAaShqDPIUA/Rnm5PTXA7tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PTAlZ-QtcKE/s200/tierra_caliente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078293727382925010" border="0" /></a><br />One more night and can't no sleep...<br />When the ghost of past wake up and get in to your mind, pointleesly, even if all is going right... really really good.<br />Sometimes things going so well that scared you, it's "the calm before the storm"? It's like in the movies when you know that something really strong is going to be in the moment the sound is completely off for a while.<br />But maybe it's only "peur" or maybe it's to much thinkings.... perhaps because of every body knows "the good" is not for ever.<br /><br />How terrible could be the human race, how difficult. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7651473074503206291-4767700861188164605?l=wilowcely.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilowcelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01805066122158557982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651473074503206291.post-6457029615478907662007-06-11T01:58:00.000+02:002007-06-11T03:01:30.657+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I just take the determination to write somethigs in english.<br />May be you are going <font onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" style="cursor: pointer;">to take a good laugh </font>because of me... I don't mind because I only want all my friends to understand how importand they are for me, in spite of some of them are not nearly... (like Timi, i love U girl, i wish you were here!)<br />Any way i'll try and I'm going to do my best...<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RAaShqDPIUA/RmyeYTXA7sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0TwSrznIbh4/s1600-h/Imagen_GoogleEarth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RAaShqDPIUA/RmyeYTXA7sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0TwSrznIbh4/s200/Imagen_GoogleEarth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074605020490559170" border="0"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7651473074503206291-645702961547890766?l=wilowcely.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilowcelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01805066122158557982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7651473074503206291.post-46597867042488273862007-06-10T22:15:00.000+02:002007-06-10T22:33:07.402+02:00Si mal no recuerdo al final de mi camino he de encontrar un montón de amigos con los cuales descubriré el placer de volver a casa?...<br />Se está mejor en casa que en ningún sitio???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7651473074503206291-4659786704248827386?l=wilowcely.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilowcelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01805066122158557982noreply@blogger.com0