tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169218882009-02-21T12:43:54.937+01:00korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1165332432728441702006-12-05T16:13:00.000+01:002006-12-05T16:27:12.810+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Bye bye life </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Bye bye happiness </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Hello loneliness </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">I think I'm gonna die </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">I think I'm gonna die </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Bye bye love </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">bye bye sweet caress </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Hello emptiness </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">I feel like I could die </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Bye bye your life goodbye </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Bye bye my life goodbye </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">There goes my baby </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">with someone new </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">She sure looks happy </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">I sure am blue </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">He sure is blue </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">I think I'm gonna die<br />I think I'm gonna die</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116533243272844170?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1165331240682002892006-12-05T15:54:00.000+01:002006-12-05T16:07:20.716+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Dicen que todo llega a su fin...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Que todo tiene un principio</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">pero que todo tiene un final.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">No lo veo así... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Ni la muerte puede </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">acabar con todo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Quizás este blog termine</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">con estas últimas líneas </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">pero no acaba con mis sueños</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Con tristeza me marcho</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">y como a veces las palabras</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">cuestan tanto reorganizarlas </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">para decir lo que se lleva dentro</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">prefiero dejar los honores en una canción.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Isabel</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116533124068200289?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1164789142447491042006-11-29T09:31:00.000+01:002006-11-29T09:32:22.446+01:00<a href="http://external.cache.el-mundo.net/elmundo/imagenes/2006/03/30/1143739592_0.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://external.cache.el-mundo.net/elmundo/imagenes/2006/03/30/1143739592_0.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116478914244749104?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1164789035739997532006-11-29T09:28:00.000+01:002006-11-29T09:30:35.756+01:00<span style="color:#ff9900;"> "<strong>I close my eyes, only for a moment, </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">and the moment's gone</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">All my dreams, pass before my eyes, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">a curiosity</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Dust in the wind, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">all they are is dust in the wind.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Same old song, just a drop of water </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">in an endless sea</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">All we do, crumbles to the ground, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">though we refuse to see</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Dust in the wind, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">all we are is dust in the wind</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">[Now] Don't hang on, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">nothing lasts forever </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">but the earth and sky</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">It slips away, and all your money </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">won't another minute buy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Dust in the wind, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">all we are is dust in the wind</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Dust in the wind, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">everything is dust in the wind."</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116478903573999753?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1164208150798209312006-11-22T16:02:00.000+01:002006-11-22T16:09:10.826+01:00<a href="http://www.aldeaeducativa.com/small/pesadilla.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="311" alt="" src="http://www.aldeaeducativa.com/small/pesadilla.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116420815079820931?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1164207589719719622006-11-22T15:51:00.000+01:002006-11-22T15:59:49.796+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Necesito más de 24 horas al día,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">necesito desdoblarme en dos,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">necesito más tiempo para todo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">necesito cambiar tantas cosas.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Dormir más...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">leer más...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">viajar más...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Los sueños se mantienen como lo que son,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">necesito que se hagan realidad </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">aunque sólo sean: ¿Tres?, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">vale...¿Dos?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">¿Uno?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Necesito que dejen de ser eso, sueños.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Para saber que mi vida no se malgasta,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">para saber que aunque lo desea, puedo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">¿Es posible?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Isa</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116420758971971962?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1163675106488658652006-11-16T11:21:00.000+01:002006-11-16T12:05:06.593+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">─Tal como ha ido mi vida, sería una idea malísima. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">─Mmm... una idea malísima...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"> ¿Y no son las mejores?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1041/1619/320/images.jpg" width="167" border="0" /></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116367510648865865?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1163260289254251792006-11-11T16:34:00.000+01:002006-11-11T16:51:29.316+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=8212WBOa3&i=254997"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=8212WBOa3&amp;i=254997" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116326028925425179?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1163579970270845242006-11-11T03:38:00.000+01:002006-11-16T11:16:16.760+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">La realidad tiene que ser...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">¿Todo lo que se ve?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">¿Todo lo que se toca?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">¿Todo lo que hacemos</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">¿Todo lo que dejamos de hacer?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">No me parecería justo entonces...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Isa</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116357997027084524?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1162566671914244242006-11-03T16:03:00.000+01:002006-11-03T16:13:02.886+01:00<a href="http://www.photoshop-designs.com/galeria_fotografica/data/media/10/arboles_y_lluvia.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px" height="270" alt="" src="http://www.photoshop-designs.com/galeria_fotografica/data/media/10/arboles_y_lluvia.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116256667191424424?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1162566194490703632006-11-03T15:55:00.000+01:002006-11-03T16:03:14.516+01:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Sólo quería salir a la calle</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">y respirar aire que no estuviera encerrado </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">entre las cuatro paredes de la oficina.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Quería que las gotas me deslizaran</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">y así quedarme como ida un buen rato...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">para olvidarlo todo...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">para dejar de pensar...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">para simplemente... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">notar como el frio se apoderaba de mi.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Isa </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116256619449070363?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1161675045925729732006-11-01T10:33:00.000+01:002006-11-01T15:52:52.923+01:00<p align="center"><a href="http://www.izotop.com/images/korrigans-bugale.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="240" alt="" src="http://www.izotop.com/images/korrigans-bugale.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116167504592572973?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1162392898246145492006-11-01T10:20:00.000+01:002006-11-01T15:54:58.246+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">¿Has soñado con cambiar de vida?</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116239289824614549?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1161034805144337442006-10-16T23:36:00.000+02:002006-10-16T23:40:05.146+02:00<a href="http://nautilus.fis.uc.pt/astro/hu/viag/images/imagem32.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" height="236" alt="" src="http://nautilus.fis.uc.pt/astro/hu/viag/images/imagem32.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116103480514433744?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1161005637660023882006-10-16T15:24:00.000+02:002006-10-16T23:30:34.786+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Acariciaba el suelo<br />como si una manta<br />me envolviera dentro de ella<br />a la vez que contaba hacia atrás<br />las agujas del reloj .<br /><br />Reptetía sin cesar </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">hasta cuando... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">para volver a empezar,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">así, una y otra vez</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">hasta marearme,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">hasta que el sueño me vencía,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">hasta que la noche lo nubló todo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Y ese nudo que me retuerce las entrañas,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">que siempre está presente </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">aún soñando</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">aún despierta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">aunque no quiera.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Isa</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116100563766002388?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1160336037059127152006-10-08T21:31:00.000+02:002006-10-08T21:33:57.086+02:00<a href="http://www.iravandevondel.com/Resources/aalogofotolasi-Rond.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand" height="233" alt="" src="http://www.iravandevondel.com/Resources/aalogofotolasi-Rond.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116033603705912715?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1160335832359792122006-10-08T21:25:00.000+02:002006-10-08T21:30:32.380+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Es furia descontrolada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">sin límite ni medida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">violencia descomedida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">que acaba en la bofetada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Es enojo extravagante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">es deseo de vengar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">que no se puede calmar</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">y que estalla en un instante</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Es esa absurda agresión</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">acción desequilibrada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">no puede ser refrenada</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">es enfado con pasión</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Es extrema irritación</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">extravío de sentidos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">el juicio que se ha perdido</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">desatinada emoción</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Ningo</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116033583235979212?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1160054570786086582006-10-05T15:20:00.000+02:002006-10-05T15:22:50.806+02:00<a href="http://www.andreigurgel.com.br/horizonte/archives/Jericoacoara.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.andreigurgel.com.br/horizonte/archives/Jericoacoara.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Camino rumbo hacia ese punto,<br />que vislumbro más alla del horizonte,<br />y aunque el camino sea largo,<br />nada me hará parar...<br />pues he de llegar ...<br />sea como sea.<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Isa</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-116005457078608658?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1159999181476578152006-10-04T23:53:00.000+02:002006-10-05T15:24:10.993+02:00<a href="http://blogs.ya.com/aliciazul/files/soledad.png"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.ya.com/aliciazul/files/soledad.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">"No hay mayor desprecio</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">que no hacer aprecio"</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-115999918147657815?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1159899971168600812006-10-03T20:25:00.000+02:002006-10-03T20:26:11.170+02:00<a href="http://www.unav.es/digilab/proyectosenl/2004/Proyecto_VDiario/fondos/circulorojo1.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.unav.es/digilab/proyectosenl/2004/Proyecto_VDiario/fondos/circulorojo1.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-115989997116860081?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1159899893263551602006-10-03T20:16:00.000+02:002006-10-03T20:24:53.300+02:00<strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Menuda indecisión...<br />cuando aparece...<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">en que uno sabe que es lo correcto,<br />en que uno sabe lo que tiene que hacer,<br />en que uno tiene que tomar un camino,<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Menuda incógnita pues...<br />cuando la duda...<br />se convierte en realidad,<br />toma formas bien distintas,<br />y no tienes tiempo a reaccionar.<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Pero que pasaría...<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">si no tomo ese camino,<br />si no pienso lo mejor,<br />porque a lo mejor...<br />no es lo mejor...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">¿Qué puerta he de tomar?<br />¿Qué pasaría entonces?<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Isa</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-115989989326355160?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1159884293552308582006-10-03T15:59:00.000+02:002006-10-03T16:04:54.833+02:00<a href="http://www.hi.is/~oi/Photos%20Antarctica/Mt%20Flora%20and%20Esperanza%20station,%20Hope%20Bay.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hi.is/~oi/Photos%20Antarctica/Mt%20Flora%20and%20Esperanza%20station,%20Hope%20Bay.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">"Para entender el corazón </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">y la mente de una persona, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">no te fijes en lo que ha hecho, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">no te fijes en que ha logrado, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">sino en lo que aspira a hacer." </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">(Khalil Gibran)</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-115988429355230858?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1159364204990483542006-09-27T15:28:00.000+02:002006-09-27T15:36:44.993+02:00<a href="http://www.chainandjane.com/gallery/go%20out%20for%20a%20battle.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="201" alt="" src="http://www.chainandjane.com/gallery/go%20out%20for%20a%20battle.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-115936420499048354?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1159363655819840652006-09-27T15:25:00.000+02:002006-09-27T15:27:35.863+02:00<span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Hoy lo digo...<br />Por qué si no lo digo hoy...<br />No lo diré nunca...<br />Y si no lo digo...<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Me atraganto...<br />estallo...<br />pulverizo...<br />caigo enferma...<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Me pego con todo...<br />me doy de cabezazos...<br />con las paredes...<br />con lo que haga falta...<br />con todo lo que no sea irrompible...<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Todo porque salgas afuera...<br />todo porque desaparezcas dentro de mí...<br />que desaparezca este malestar...<br />ese cosquilleo en la tripita...<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Porque no fuistes invitado...<br />porque no me da la gana...<br />porque no quiero...<br />porque no...vamos.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Isa</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-115936365581984065?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921888.post-1159197081038326952006-09-25T17:04:00.000+02:002006-09-25T17:13:26.203+02:00<p align="left"><a href="http://www.mundofeliz.com/images/persistencia_memoria.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="234" alt="" src="http://www.mundofeliz.com/images/persistencia_memoria.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16921888-115919708103832695?l=korringans.blogspot.com'/></div>korriganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06101254474800711523noreply@blogger.com0