tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46982881278351027382012-02-16T01:17:24.504-08:00ES UN ESPACIO PARA TALLEREAR MIS PROYECTOS ARTISTICOS Y DE PASO DIFUNDIR MI OBRAMi almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509367548270787872noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698288127835102738.post-90505149860925008212010-02-16T06:41:00.000-08:002010-02-16T06:50:55.801-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/S3qwOEuXbaI/AAAAAAAAACk/fDqqncMH4aQ/s1600-h/MUJER+ORGULLOSA..JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/S3qwOEuXbaI/AAAAAAAAACk/fDqqncMH4aQ/s400/MUJER+ORGULLOSA..JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438853255836167586" /></a><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Ya no aguanto...</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">me pesa mucho cargar con tu maldad</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">siento frío... </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">siento mucho frío en tus palabras</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">siento frío en tu mirada tan vacía</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">tu interior es mucho mas frío</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">te extraño muchísimo</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">estoy a punto de morir de hipotermia</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">regresa conmigo por favor</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">te estoy esperando con ansia...</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698288127835102738-9050514986092500821?l=conellacomosufro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mi almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509367548270787872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698288127835102738.post-63479459926405862992009-06-03T07:20:00.000-07:002009-06-03T07:55:02.412-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/SiaHKQ6robI/AAAAAAAAACc/JRV_OKkYnHg/s1600-h/rhyncholaelia_digbyana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/SiaHKQ6robI/AAAAAAAAACc/JRV_OKkYnHg/s320/rhyncholaelia_digbyana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343106618331210162" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">C</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">UENTA LA HISTORIA QUE ESTA FLOR ERA UNA PRINCESA QUE LLAMABA A LOS SERES DE LA NOCHE CON SU PERFUME, COMO LAS SIRENAS EN EL MAR, PARA PERDERSE EN SUS BRAZOS SIN PODER REGRESAR A SU HOGAR... SU DULCE AROMA ACOMPAÑABA SU BELLEZA</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /></span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698288127835102738-6347945992640586299?l=conellacomosufro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mi almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509367548270787872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698288127835102738.post-73507581727860042902009-05-20T08:20:00.000-07:002009-05-20T09:22:53.995-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/ShQqly2B1uI/AAAAAAAAACM/8T2W_Gcn5ik/s1600-h/asios+mala+mujer+ya+no+nos+haras+mas+daño.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337938287132792546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/ShQqly2B1uI/AAAAAAAAACM/8T2W_Gcn5ik/s200/asios+mala+mujer+ya+no+nos+haras+mas+da%C3%B1o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#33ff33;"></span><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/ShQhoF4HmRI/AAAAAAAAACE/ExPQV8OKEnY/s1600-h/asios+mala+mujer+ya+no+nos+haras+mas+daño.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">¡<strong>Ay! San Judas Tadeo, señor la causas imposibles, búscale una mujer que lo ame y lo haga feliz, para poder ser feliz yo que ya tengo a quien amar en su lugar... te ruego por la felicidad de él pues la necesita. Oh! San Judas Tadeo que no sufra mas te lo pido en el nombre de cristo, amén</strong><strong>.</strong></span></em></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"></span></em></strong> </div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698288127835102738-7350758172786004290?l=conellacomosufro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mi almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509367548270787872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698288127835102738.post-66625863546658582822009-05-14T13:05:00.000-07:002009-05-20T09:22:10.083-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/ShQrZs-VgNI/AAAAAAAAACU/KqaAv2BocJE/s1600-h/solita+y+en+casa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337939178910220498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/ShQrZs-VgNI/AAAAAAAAACU/KqaAv2BocJE/s200/solita+y+en+casa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">¡A tu salud infeliz!... espero que te pudras en el infierno.</span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Metete la verga por donde puedas, al fin que sólo quería tu coraz</span>ón</span> </span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698288127835102738-6662586354665858282?l=conellacomosufro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mi almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509367548270787872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698288127835102738.post-66968120625093909292009-05-07T13:16:00.000-07:002009-05-07T13:25:43.450-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/SgNCT85CPSI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gbwtlry-gMo/s1600-h/barrroco+digital+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333179294267096354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/SgNCT85CPSI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gbwtlry-gMo/s200/barrroco+digital+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698288127835102738-6696812062509390929?l=conellacomosufro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mi almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509367548270787872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698288127835102738.post-4356626136368839072009-05-06T12:53:00.000-07:002009-05-20T09:19:45.457-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/SgNAM5RM5mI/AAAAAAAAABk/-vkUBiQNBvM/s1600-h/corazoom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333176974012376674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/SgNAM5RM5mI/AAAAAAAAABk/-vkUBiQNBvM/s320/corazoom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/SgHwv_NpDeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/znucK-cq_8g/s1600-h/Coryantes_picturata.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">¡QUE MENSO!...<br />Ya sé porque he recibido tantos golpes ultimamente... pues si soy un vampiro... y los vampiros no vivimos a la luz del día; vemos mejor con la luz de luna cuando florecen las orquídeas mas bellas, algunas estan escondidas en secretos valles donde el hombre común no puede llegar, sólo yo que poseo las alas mas fuertes y mi tamaño es el ideal para cruzar la espesa selva.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Empiezo a recordar ese valle donde está mi flor, la más grande y hermosa de todas...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">¡No soy un sapo!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Por supuesto que no lo soy,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">soy un "vampiro"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">con las alas fuertes y lleno de vida</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">por el alimento que me da esta hermosísima orquídea</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">por eso colecciono orquídeas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">por el nostálgico recuerdo de esa flor</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">que dejé de ver cuando quize conquistar el día:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">"Epidemdrum Mercedaria Aurata"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></span></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698288127835102738-435662613636883907?l=conellacomosufro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mi almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509367548270787872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4698288127835102738.post-31973303714339986942009-04-16T09:45:00.000-07:002009-05-07T13:28:12.901-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/Sedj6reh7oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/btaKrxh195s/s1600-h/hay+pobre+de+mi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325334944143240834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzU1U6Ud8y8/Sedj6reh7oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/btaKrxh195s/s200/hay+pobre+de+mi.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Y cuando desperté... no era el diablo quien me soplaba la nuca eras tu, </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">amor de mis amores</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">, quien roncaba detras de mi.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4698288127835102738-3197330371433998694?l=conellacomosufro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mi almahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509367548270787872noreply@blogger.com1