hola amiga!! :*

Caminito, neighborhood the Boca, Federal Capital Argentina The Bolson, Patagonia Argentina Hanging bridge of Santa Fe, my city Coastal of Santa Fe Twenty Love Poems: And a Song of Despair (Pablo Neruda) Tonight I Can Write Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, "The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance." The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. Me gusta esta canción, es de una cantante mexicana, su voz es única, quiero compartirla contigo Quien Como Tu (Ana Gabriel ) El perfume de su almohada, tu lo conoces bien, y la humedad de sus sábanas blancas también, que suerte la tuya que puedes, tenerlo a tus pies, sintiendo en tu boca sus besos, que saben a miel, mirando como le hablas de amor, el tiempo no se detiene, y nada tengo yo que esperar, aunque me quede en el aire, quien como tu, que día a día puedes tenerle, quien como tu, que solo entre tus brazos se duerme, quien como tu, que tarde a tarde esperas que llegue, quien como tu, que con ternura curas sus fiebres, quien como tu, esas noches de locura, tu las disfrutas bien, y entre sus brazos las horas, no pasan lo se, mirando como le hablas de amor, el tiempo no se detiene, y nada tengo yo que esperar, aunque me quede en el aire, quien como tu, que dia a dia puedes tenerle, quien como tu, que solo entre tus brazos se duerme, quien como tu, quien como tu, que dia a dia puedes tenerle, quien como tu, que solo en tus brazos se duerme, quien como tu, que tarde a tarde esperas que llegue, quien como tu, que con ternura curas sus fiebres, quien como tu? como tu uuhhh uuhhhhhhhhhh, quien como tu?

Camila, my puppy Enter to this web and listens the song THE BOHEMIA. Shisha Sound System// It is wonderful!. Bye friend Cambalache by Enrique Santos Discepolo That the world was and it will be filth, I already know... In the year five hundred and six and in the year two thousand too! There always have been thieves, traitors and victims of fraud, happy and bitter people, valuables and imitations But, that the twentieth century is a display of insolent malice, nobody can deny it anymore. We lived sunk in a fuzz and in the same mud all well-worn... Today it happens it is the same to be decent or a traitor! To be an ignorant, a genius, a pickpocket, a generous person or a swindler! All is the same! Nothing is better! They are the same, an idiot ass and a great professor! There are no failing grades or merit valuations, the immoral have caught up with us. If one lives in a pose and another, in his ambition, steals, it's the same if it's a priest, a mattress maker, a king of clubs, a cad or a tramp. What a lack of respect, what a way to run over reason! Anybody is a gentleman! Anybody is a thief! Mixed with Stavinsky, you have Don Bosco and La Mignon don Chicho and Napoleon, Carnera and San Martin. Like in the disrespectful window of the bazaars, life is mixed up, and wounded by a sword without rivets you can see a Bible crying next to a water heater. Twentieth century, bazaar problematic and feverish! If you don't cry you don't get fed and if you don't steal you're a stupid. Go ahead! Keep it up! That there, in hell we're gonna reunite. Don't think anymore, move out of the way. Nobody seems to care if you were born honest. It's the same the one who works, day and night like an ox, than the one who lives from the others, than the one that kills or heals or than the one who lives outside the law. This flower is only, it flourishes once a year, "it is your reflection in the mirror" Have you ever really loved a woman-bryan adams …Do you know...? When one is very sad are pleasant the sun settings.

Thanks you for add me! You can listen a piece of my earth: tango. A kiss. Good-bye friend. Luck!! This painting made it by mom. I want to share it with you. Kisses. Bye friend. Greetings from the end of the world: Argentina

miss you :*

esti SUPERRRRRR!!!!pupici

ulllllllaataa meaaa :X:X:X:X mie dor de tinnnnee:X:X:X

duamni duamni fata asta e o prietena adevarata o scumpa si o ubesc mult de tot :* ai grija de tine ubita si sa fii cuminte :P poop dulce :*

Hi Roxy,
thanks for been so sweet to me :)
u are an angel :D
kisses !

pentru tine o coroana k va spun io o sa ajunga departe dak o tine tot asa cu ambitia..mai lipseste putina seriozitate si ..gata..pup u girl go get'em

Damn it giiiiiiiiirl ..... ce privire ..... :P .Kisses 4 u .. de la noi astia care suntem din alecsandri.... domane , multi baieti ai mai ranit ... :)))