tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9561567234725116482024-03-13T07:48:10.593-07:00empezando un poquitoCeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-24740029134088597832014-09-26T09:44:00.003-07:002014-09-26T10:20:36.440-07:00de ventanas... de las de otoño... <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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ventanas de otoño... de las de noche... de las de encima de una nube...
de las de luna y yo... y de las de verte encima de esa nube sobre su
repisa de ventana.<br />
(Cé)</div>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-47583343681396293932014-09-24T10:13:00.002-07:002014-09-25T09:40:50.904-07:00sucede un veinti...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-53767589142690504692014-09-22T10:55:00.000-07:002014-09-22T11:01:39.634-07:00sucede un veinti... de septiembre.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-81495695006232338372014-09-14T09:20:00.001-07:002014-09-14T09:25:38.402-07:00de sueños... a nubes.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Ssssh...<br /> me quedé entrecobijada entre un lecho de nubes. Sin molestar. Así, entrecobijada, cobijada y...<br /> <br /> Sí, vale, no hay nada más que rime con -ada.<br /> <br /> tal vez es porque es nada.<br /> Tal vez...<br /> Quisiera...<br /> En mi caminar...<br /> <span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Sueños en una nube, ¿te dije elegí una?...<br /> <br /> es curioso ésta, pues no tenía forma de nada.<br /> <br /> tal vez es porque es nada más que yo.<br /> <br /> así que...<br /> <br /> Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...<br /> (Cé)</span></span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-77227113173260986142014-09-10T11:07:00.001-07:002014-09-10T11:07:25.072-07:00dice la leyenda...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">quisiera...<br /> unas veinte mil leguas de viaje submarino...<br /> que me tragase una enorme ballena...<br /> <br /> o vivir en un isla desierta recubierta de agua... o acaso es el lomo de un enorme pez gigante.<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-40069525414888301512014-08-24T11:40:00.002-07:002014-08-24T11:42:20.260-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-50972204315564191452014-08-23T10:37:00.002-07:002014-08-23T11:02:11.581-07:00amanecer o es anochecer.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">en
ser tan maravillosamente creativa que ni las cuatro paredes ni los
sesenta segundos de un minuto que llevan a la hora... a las dos horas...
hasta las veinticuatro... tiznaran el binotono como un "chapapote". Más
bien lo llenaran de líneas y líneas en escalera para subir... y de
banda sonora tu recuerdo...<br /> <br /> en ser tan maravillosamente creativa para conseguir ser feliz.<br /> <br /> en mi caminar (cansado)<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-91465319382861643512014-07-25T10:55:00.001-07:002014-07-26T07:59:13.331-07:00amigo invisible<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">en mi "amigo invisible".<br /> <br />
ese al que de pequeña le contaba todo. En silencio le gritaba de
incomprensión y me enfadaba de rabia y lloraba porque terminaba siempre
así.<br /> <br /> ese con el que me distanciaba de aquel mal día... y pasaba
horas enfrascada en la imaginación y en el "blablabeo" de la
creatividad...<br /> <br /> (primero en los vestidos de muñeca trasnochados y más que no tarde entre papeles de colores, ti<span class="text_exposed_show">jeras, pinturas... bastidores y mi querida personaje que aún no le ubico principio pues creo que nació al mismo tiempo que yo)<br /> <br /> en mi "amigo invisible". Pues no sé, siempre imagino (te) chico.<br /> <br /> Ese con el que me sentía fuerte al bajar los tantypico escalones de mi casa y salía "chula" a la calle.<br /> <br /> te echo de menos.<br /> <br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-27892258827372163352014-07-16T10:14:00.003-07:002014-07-16T10:14:51.968-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">no está mal eso de chapotear en el cielo.<br /> <br />
cierras los ojos, inspiras bien hondo... y zash! los abres es un mundo
tan azul... tanto que hasta las puntitas más altas de las antenas en los
edificios se asemejan a las astas de los barcos. <br /> <br /> me incorporo, entonces... y sí. <br /> <br /> No está nada mal eso de chapotear en el cielo.<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-56852911381103422662014-06-14T10:42:00.003-07:002014-06-14T10:42:59.249-07:00me dijo que...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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no llores ni te menosprecies ni te creas menos que un grano de arena. Y
bórrate esos acentos de culpabilidad que están de más y sabes que las
faltas de ortografía no te agradan. Eres mi reina. Eso sí, con corona
liviana que sé no te gustan los abalorios. Y mírame, es transparente
pues sé quieres pasar desapercibida.<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-68602800275108660292014-05-21T09:46:00.002-07:002014-05-21T09:46:34.536-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Desmaráñame el pelo. Ríñeme por caer, por resignarme a eso: a languidecer. Pero estate. <br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-20538739350231468232014-05-08T08:43:00.002-07:002014-05-08T08:43:35.233-07:00en mi caminar...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">qué frágil y bonita estabas.<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-35755958720062009392014-04-23T11:37:00.001-07:002014-04-23T11:37:22.453-07:00de veintitrés de abril<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-47730345773167938412014-04-16T08:33:00.001-07:002014-04-16T08:33:39.328-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">veces son las que caigo y vuelvo a empezar<br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-42657130879304350422014-04-10T09:21:00.002-07:002014-04-10T11:48:15.425-07:00parar todo<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">silencio y tensión no son buenos compañeros. <br /> <br /><br /> Y (te) llego cerrando los ojos y escondiéndome de paredes... <br /> y de oscuridad elijo la mia propia, de la de cerrar párpados...<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-3992100569498527622014-03-30T10:48:00.001-07:002014-03-30T10:48:02.972-07:00reglas: con dedo pulgar e índice<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">con tus besos y los mios y hasta los barcos y peces choquen de envidia...<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-62613436070629994312014-03-08T08:59:00.001-08:002014-03-08T08:59:18.774-08:008 de marzo:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzm4xWerF-9EDbn-GlHMhoM36KRm-qfUNrz7Br5KACQ3K1YA_k_SOsuFDmbHUoT4L7GuII4BDfpw7dEt-QqZI9VVrPPLOLl531UhEnt-bu46ZmMQGk5y6OY_PrCOaDRU9uq2QpVwyghg/s1600/ocho+de+marzo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzm4xWerF-9EDbn-GlHMhoM36KRm-qfUNrz7Br5KACQ3K1YA_k_SOsuFDmbHUoT4L7GuII4BDfpw7dEt-QqZI9VVrPPLOLl531UhEnt-bu46ZmMQGk5y6OY_PrCOaDRU9uq2QpVwyghg/s1600/ocho+de+marzo.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">Para que te ames a ti misma. Para que ames lo
que tú haces. Para que mil cosas que tú misma sacas de ti valgan la pena
para tu vida. Para que seas tu "principesa". Por eso: FELiZ 8 DE MARZO!<br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-53803319489695591972014-03-03T08:27:00.000-08:002014-03-03T08:29:27.338-08:00un alto!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">seguir un camino de a poquitos cuesta. Fíjate lo que dejo atrás...</span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">serpenteado y neblinoso. De los de tú me dejas o yo a ti. De los que
ay, no puedo! de los de dudas. De los de desilusiones "a punta pala"...</span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Perdoneseme esta frase última. ¿Vulgar?<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> <br /> más bien de "a pie", lo que soy yo. </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"><span class="text_exposed_show">Pero déjame ahora me siente.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> <br /> seguir un camino de a poquitos cuesta. Fíjate lo que dejo atrás...<br /> <br /> Y está por dibujar el de delante.<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></span></span></div>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-57194085220125368272014-03-01T09:28:00.002-08:002014-03-01T09:39:48.824-08:00de a boceto: trazo o realidad<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOtZy7qwCjYOIAUr58IVj2Tsv6Mvbf-HtcsKJyIioe_nsfL-hMkFu-YHIdr1vQMDAX-BEGgdM6f45YMPVR7gOtRld2AKLXd2jwLeNcGqdH3n1PKckpWeaavN26cLE9UV6iu0nOmtUz9k/s1600/de+negro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOtZy7qwCjYOIAUr58IVj2Tsv6Mvbf-HtcsKJyIioe_nsfL-hMkFu-YHIdr1vQMDAX-BEGgdM6f45YMPVR7gOtRld2AKLXd2jwLeNcGqdH3n1PKckpWeaavN26cLE9UV6iu0nOmtUz9k/s1600/de+negro.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">me colé en círculos de hierro. Me colé en un mundo artificial. Es curioso... pensaba el mio era el <i>"arti... qué"</i>.<br /> <br /> Quisiera permanecer en esta superficie acolchada de puntos de papel...<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-36367588738185144022014-02-25T09:30:00.002-08:002014-02-25T09:38:12.973-08:00de los abrazabesos que ya te dije... me pido:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWNtoAxiAUSaIUmoV_XKciPkVX-hUfxzb9OF5uZAKlSgu1fRgvLRi3at9JTYlCGFNY8tzWM4EdlcuAqAlb3X3BZ3L_2AG8VU5uk5zaIJuxEmAHC9gAIqmxor7Y9fuDen_xUQ9fa6ajcQ4/s1600/de+pequen%25CC%2583a+son%25CC%2583e%25CC%2581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWNtoAxiAUSaIUmoV_XKciPkVX-hUfxzb9OF5uZAKlSgu1fRgvLRi3at9JTYlCGFNY8tzWM4EdlcuAqAlb3X3BZ3L_2AG8VU5uk5zaIJuxEmAHC9gAIqmxor7Y9fuDen_xUQ9fa6ajcQ4/s1600/de+pequen%25CC%2583a+son%25CC%2583e%25CC%2581.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45,"tn":"*G"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">abarcar (te) en un beso.<br /> El tuyo.<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-26172004058218808012014-02-20T11:19:00.001-08:002014-02-20T11:19:14.367-08:00al fondo <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLY1FszgwDHyrDOYMx7CN5oZ5DAgeynvGw0fAZqY3r-BJZ2LSXGx7m73JqDfxBqUDZBjmntVhTDXhgUoydMFxHq5F030tqDqxsxwl89NePAlRK5kPuu7Yr08PLdj70DavPyYkFROewBo/s1600/detra%25CC%2581s+de+mi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLY1FszgwDHyrDOYMx7CN5oZ5DAgeynvGw0fAZqY3r-BJZ2LSXGx7m73JqDfxBqUDZBjmntVhTDXhgUoydMFxHq5F030tqDqxsxwl89NePAlRK5kPuu7Yr08PLdj70DavPyYkFROewBo/s1600/detra%25CC%2581s+de+mi.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">detrás mio quedas tú. Con tu cuarto creciente y tu punto de luz...<br /> <br /> a medias entre tú y yo ella... consumiéndose porque también necesita llama...<br /> <br /> y aquí yo necesitando luz.<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent"> </span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-23059932227509133012014-02-14T09:18:00.001-08:002014-02-14T09:18:21.729-08:00de abrazabesos... me pido:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqT-FAcgAlU2-442_A-ierH0Llj-PpCEgcu42gvP-HaEV9DrgZMp8FS8gzisbzYnRmbdPXToMhNTWUHbIX53ELq0iZsSzEcn-oItuHxJ7S0_EimVA-5d8scDblXePOFenJxz0aT8yGjxc/s1600/besos+de+pilla+pilla+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqT-FAcgAlU2-442_A-ierH0Llj-PpCEgcu42gvP-HaEV9DrgZMp8FS8gzisbzYnRmbdPXToMhNTWUHbIX53ELq0iZsSzEcn-oItuHxJ7S0_EimVA-5d8scDblXePOFenJxz0aT8yGjxc/s1600/besos+de+pilla+pilla+01.jpg" height="241" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">regálame cosquillas. De esas de "mariposas en el estómago". No me dés tu corazón... tan sólo te pido: "regálame cosquilllas".<br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-37486635316798284512014-02-13T08:52:00.002-08:002014-02-13T10:24:59.213-08:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45,"tn":"*G"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">y dale con las flechas etiquetadas. Flechas fugaces y dispares que nunca aciertan.<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-956156723472511648.post-70316968471601833022014-02-07T10:13:00.002-08:002014-02-07T10:13:04.466-08:00una de corazones.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5PIdqypriqGOjcu57-gaoNH8zla38Gm-no_f-suFx9Tk4PF_Cp1PCkGxU6f7NTo8Mpj6w_HjEU-c1n763PLnAoznqZnw5cf9wBgzF7Yj_iFK0VklnaKrba8K3AsdRVrqNtmMyPsDdzI/s1600/va+de+corazo%CC%81n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5PIdqypriqGOjcu57-gaoNH8zla38Gm-no_f-suFx9Tk4PF_Cp1PCkGxU6f7NTo8Mpj6w_HjEU-c1n763PLnAoznqZnw5cf9wBgzF7Yj_iFK0VklnaKrba8K3AsdRVrqNtmMyPsDdzI/s1600/va+de+corazo%CC%81n.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="userContent">mi corazón es el que me pintas tú.<br /> <br /> (Cé)</span></td></tr>
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<br />Celiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279140001138485310noreply@blogger.com0