tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74301333355098676372012-02-16T04:59:37.129-08:00Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-81338715993894960732007-03-21T11:15:00.000-07:002007-03-21T11:16:07.426-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgF2S40HIlI/AAAAAAAAACg/TJqxq92ufNo/s1600-h/desayuno+con.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044443124492345938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgF2S40HIlI/AAAAAAAAACg/TJqxq92ufNo/s320/desayuno+con.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>¿Sabes lo que te pasa? no tienes valor, tienes miedo, miedo de enfrentarte contigo misma y decir está bien, la vida es una realidad, las personas se pertenecen las unas a las otras porque es la única forma de conseguir la verdadera felicidad. Tu te consideras un espíritu libre, un ser salvaje y te asusta la idea de que alguien pueda meterte en una jaula. Bueno nena, ya estás en una jaula, tu misma la has construido y en ella seguirás vayas a donde vayas, porque no importa donde huyas, siempre acabarás tropezando conitgo misma.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-8133871599389496073?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-77448339086391210822007-03-20T15:21:00.000-07:002007-03-20T15:23:20.914-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgBej40HIkI/AAAAAAAAACY/WLrNmX-V5Q8/s1600-h/cuadros.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044135553294344770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgBej40HIkI/AAAAAAAAACY/WLrNmX-V5Q8/s320/cuadros.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>Si el hombre pudiera decir</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-7744833908639121082?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-27867042142141743782007-03-20T10:59:00.000-07:002007-03-20T11:01:13.246-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgAhUI0HIjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZKgTU3dVXYA/s1600-h/matilda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044068212502110770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgAhUI0HIjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZKgTU3dVXYA/s320/matilda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>¿La vida es así de dura, o sólo cuando eres niño?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-2786704214214174378?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-89439218168227009082007-03-20T10:00:00.000-07:002007-03-20T10:09:13.636-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgAT640HIhI/AAAAAAAAACA/BihokXaO4k4/s1600-h/pau+nieve+negro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044053485059252754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgAT640HIhI/AAAAAAAAACA/BihokXaO4k4/s320/pau+nieve+negro.jpg" border="0" /></a>¿Mi tierra? Mi tierra eres tú.<strong><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffff33;">r</span></strong> ¿Mi gente? Mi gente eres tú. </div><div align="center">El destierro y la muerte para mí están adonde no estés tú.<br />¿Y mi vida? Dime, mi vida, ¿qué es, si no eres tú?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-8943921816822700908?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-24619824300836081322007-03-20T09:37:00.000-07:002007-03-20T09:49:35.200-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgAPsI0HIeI/AAAAAAAAABo/H9EUd42A5zQ/s1600-h/aurora.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044048833609671138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RgAPsI0HIeI/AAAAAAAAABo/H9EUd42A5zQ/s320/aurora.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />No rechaces los sueños por ser sueños.<br />Todos los sueños pueden<br />ser realidad, si el sueño no se acaba.<br />La realidad es un sueño. Si soñamos<br />que la piedra es la piedra, eso es la piedra.<br />Lo que corre en los ríos no es un agua,<br />es un soñar, el agua, cristalino.<br />La realidad disfraza<br />su propio sueño, y dice:<br />«Yo soy el sol, los cielos, el amor».<br />Pero nunca se va, nunca se pasa,<br />si fingimos creer que es más que un sueño.<br />Y vivimos soñándola. Soñar<br />es el modo que el alma<br />tiene para que nunca se le escape<br />lo que se escaparía si dejamos<br />de soñar que es verdad lo que no existe.<br /><div align="right">Sólo muere </div><div align="right">un amor que ha dejado de soñarse </div><div align="right">hecho materia y que se busca en tierra.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-2461982430083608132?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-69149078600475112162007-03-16T12:38:00.000-07:002007-03-16T13:23:45.932-07:00<strong></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/Rfr6aGJ5KpI/AAAAAAAAABY/sKDJkRweWsQ/s1600-h/labios.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042618059030342290" style="CURSOR: hand" height="207" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/Rfr6aGJ5KpI/AAAAAAAAABY/sKDJkRweWsQ/s320/labios.jpg" width="306" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Tu<span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span><span style="color:#ff6666;">b</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">oc</span><span style="color:#ffcccc;">a</span> es puente a los sueño</strong><br /><strong>Tu <span style="color:#33cc00;">b</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">o</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">c</span><span style="color:#99ff99;">a</span> celebra unidad y alegría</strong><br /><strong>Tu <span style="color:#ffff33;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">b</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">o</span>ca </span><span style="color:#000000;">es</span> amor primario que da vida</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-6914907860047511216?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-43336248928682776662007-03-15T12:04:00.000-07:002007-03-15T12:06:19.026-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RfmYymJ5KoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/irXdHYuqSeg/s1600-h/la+creacion+de+adán.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042229252820904578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RfmYymJ5KoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/irXdHYuqSeg/s320/la+creacion+de+ad%C3%A1n.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> "Y Dios creó al hombre a su imagen y semejanza..."</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>¿Tanto sufría Dios?</strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-4333624892868277666?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-46361386841251130272007-03-15T12:00:00.000-07:002007-03-21T11:01:45.505-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RfmX52J5KnI/AAAAAAAAABI/tIB8927bCco/s1600-h/gwen+rosaviolet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042228277863328370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RfmX52J5KnI/AAAAAAAAABI/tIB8927bCco/s320/gwen+rosaviolet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><strong>"And all the simple things are simply too</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong>complicated for my life"</strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"><strong></strong></p><p align="right"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-4636138684125113027?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-20324917468906700452007-03-15T11:42:00.000-07:002007-03-15T11:48:02.449-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RfmTuGJ5KkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rZs9aS-P-Vo/s1600-h/vani2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042223677953354306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RfmTuGJ5KkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rZs9aS-P-Vo/s320/vani2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span ><strong>Sólo cuando creo en ti encuentro mi religión</strong></span></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong>y mi corazón puede mover montañas</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong>sólo cuando entro en ti puede mirar de frente al sol</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong>cuando creo en ti creo en Dios</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-2032491746890670045?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7430133335509867637.post-4747348751335234802007-03-15T11:01:00.000-07:002007-03-15T11:52:01.801-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RfmKPmJ5KjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rbdo7eW-gnM/s1600-h/vani.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042213258362694194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb0vpMhIxL0/RfmKPmJ5KjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rbdo7eW-gnM/s320/vani.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>Me </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>da miedo</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>la enormidad donde</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>nadie oye mi</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>voz</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7430133335509867637-474734875133523480?l=corelitos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190360475765697864noreply@blogger.com0