tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9686873023034881762024-03-19T03:37:08.412-07:00Dancing with wolvesI woke up the next morning with a smile on my face, and a long list of gentlemen happy to take your place.Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-23302202380685386582011-09-19T10:48:00.000-07:002011-09-19T10:48:05.728-07:00,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHW6xZlUlmbTsqTpPPgP0eUT0G-AG9r0soNbQhBpis2lgTH_hYeOsICuYmU-u7f0UgqTAo8NTQqRFk12UZCNRL6gchPewEEs7ygT2zLJFNbfw4hTj09WjHyKgl6r6w1DWjx56sX9Qkd0qe/s1600/mreya.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHW6xZlUlmbTsqTpPPgP0eUT0G-AG9r0soNbQhBpis2lgTH_hYeOsICuYmU-u7f0UgqTAo8NTQqRFk12UZCNRL6gchPewEEs7ygT2zLJFNbfw4hTj09WjHyKgl6r6w1DWjx56sX9Qkd0qe/s640/mreya.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>Búscame cuando te apetezca, cuando notes que me echas de menos, cuando te mueras de ganas de tenerme. Búscame cuando no tengas a nadie que te diga que te quiere. Búscame cuando eches en falta las risas, las conversaciones sin rumbo y las locuras.Búscame cuando necesites que te digan lo especial que eres, lo bonita que es tu sonrisa. Búscame cuando mires el móvil esperando una llamada que ya no llega , cuando salgas y sin darte cuenta me busques con la mirada entre la gente, cuando inesperadamente alguien te toque la espalda y al girarte esperes que sea yo. Búscame cuando necesites fuego para encender lo que se ha apagado, cuando mis ojos ya no te pidan guerra, cuando las discusiones sean aburridas y los días rutinarios.Búscame cuando las canciones carezcan de significado. Búscame cuando recuerdes los buenos momentos y te arrepientas de notenerlos ahora. Búscame cuando tu ego necesite que le supliquen desesperadamente cariño pero sobre todo cuando quieras suplicarlo tú.</b></span></span>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-7290581218157904692011-07-31T09:57:00.000-07:002011-07-31T09:57:54.763-07:00summer time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wTLr2nvC83VCmKJva_64hmCINFUstgiPecDrsU9qjHuL-umJgdzZ7bfCuZvc_Ln6Va99hJHCtT6GLZB57VHeWx6H60jAmnVhiSOhQrfzrohgubNRlxcDeGvrM7gNwm7uqEcYqXKJ3Oz_/s1600/IMG_7951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wTLr2nvC83VCmKJva_64hmCINFUstgiPecDrsU9qjHuL-umJgdzZ7bfCuZvc_Ln6Va99hJHCtT6GLZB57VHeWx6H60jAmnVhiSOhQrfzrohgubNRlxcDeGvrM7gNwm7uqEcYqXKJ3Oz_/s640/IMG_7951.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">. Conocí a Doris, un animal, indecente, problemática.Luego conocí a Rita,con una gran personalidad y madurez excepcional,pero no me atraía sexualmente. Nunca fui con ella a la cama, por eso después siempre deseaba volver con Doris. Entonces, pensé, si pudiera poner el cerebro de Rita en el cuerpo de Doris sería maravilloso. Así que preparé la operación y todo fue perfectamente: Hice a Doris una mujer ardiente, dulce, sexy, maravillosa, madura...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Y me enamoré de Doris.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-45295382693325103152011-06-19T09:57:00.000-07:002011-06-19T09:57:48.292-07:00,.,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vbCI9yn62o2EAFS3_IAw6miwKvxBJ0qDFkEKgNpeFA-L3Doi5YsL5GWdSqsjJcU71kmtbhmElUDuXarc6L3TRkfgk9y88VlG3S_6E3Ko1JEpzG19NAaiu4ps5zrJvdvKMa5Xqh08TSRO/s1600/IMG_7874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="584" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vbCI9yn62o2EAFS3_IAw6miwKvxBJ0qDFkEKgNpeFA-L3Doi5YsL5GWdSqsjJcU71kmtbhmElUDuXarc6L3TRkfgk9y88VlG3S_6E3Ko1JEpzG19NAaiu4ps5zrJvdvKMa5Xqh08TSRO/s640/IMG_7874.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A veces, cuando digo: "Estoy bien", lo que quiero es que alguien me mire a los ojos, me abrace fuerte y diga: "Yo sé que no lo estás".</span> </span></span>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-45287696865285760522011-06-05T06:42:00.000-07:002011-06-05T06:42:02.655-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3f4LounQcDSiHxnZE76OHpu1BBaVgfu0sEdmtJrlyD-PXOXo-QeJaBAOg3ldsiA6ZLbhYPFcM6iOW5T9C3rCJb6WR6yO9D060GVO0SvaBIkaJjCDpcAQfBGmnBhIoLEuo4GRMlqqVMHrn/s1600/Imagen+148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3f4LounQcDSiHxnZE76OHpu1BBaVgfu0sEdmtJrlyD-PXOXo-QeJaBAOg3ldsiA6ZLbhYPFcM6iOW5T9C3rCJb6WR6yO9D060GVO0SvaBIkaJjCDpcAQfBGmnBhIoLEuo4GRMlqqVMHrn/s640/Imagen+148.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrhh5LrfGqV1GYDWIhOG77d-fFTLQfpdb0gFUrXlXhWwZt8FoUjWsrdxWM2yjM6PoZQ5cgUF2Oyid8a70kW8eeEruWFqyyNdg6PpNO9hlcLXkaiHZh5NhRa1BAkJNm4q1ltEWQbf5HvCQ/s1600/Imagen+165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrhh5LrfGqV1GYDWIhOG77d-fFTLQfpdb0gFUrXlXhWwZt8FoUjWsrdxWM2yjM6PoZQ5cgUF2Oyid8a70kW8eeEruWFqyyNdg6PpNO9hlcLXkaiHZh5NhRa1BAkJNm4q1ltEWQbf5HvCQ/s640/Imagen+165.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Cuando verdaderamente sientes que algo quieres que cambie, va a cambiar de verdad, no lo eliges tu, lo elige el destino,muchos dicen que el karma nos persigue,pero no siempre,porque aunque seas buena persona,no vas a dejar de llevarte palos,es como estar delante de un toro y esperar que no te ataque por ser vegetariano.</span>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-88130948448822859072011-05-20T06:08:00.000-07:002011-05-20T06:08:04.045-07:00,.,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRZBnrtdTmnGdwKZ8ngBivyzgJ3vz3bzzCySs-6uGu7Jae4YIc4GOZt2Rn8F9pzrqXEVNGeZy0HJfhyphenhyphenN6_XWfnsQrRPYOyuXsC0PwpJd-2nz1D-lNwEEKw69nqXGEbPTVd51u1_VEuYfR/s1600/IMG_7706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRZBnrtdTmnGdwKZ8ngBivyzgJ3vz3bzzCySs-6uGu7Jae4YIc4GOZt2Rn8F9pzrqXEVNGeZy0HJfhyphenhyphenN6_XWfnsQrRPYOyuXsC0PwpJd-2nz1D-lNwEEKw69nqXGEbPTVd51u1_VEuYfR/s640/IMG_7706.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-2399970986279210092011-05-15T05:27:00.000-07:002011-05-15T05:29:01.681-07:00Vous me manquer beaucoup!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdtcK8Atyy6mVnQ-yVYQ6YtatyTh_09EeenJC8EhPysTWAdOuu0p5Ogc7JJrMoMXBmE1X7iF9ecmf_eFY8J1OFGaLsso6hSBTTRHg2dDMCzBlbArj66EWRoZBNvIp1i7EuzrLwwyeK9X7/s1600/tumblr_les9um9r9t1qdghdqo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdtcK8Atyy6mVnQ-yVYQ6YtatyTh_09EeenJC8EhPysTWAdOuu0p5Ogc7JJrMoMXBmE1X7iF9ecmf_eFY8J1OFGaLsso6hSBTTRHg2dDMCzBlbArj66EWRoZBNvIp1i7EuzrLwwyeK9X7/s640/tumblr_les9um9r9t1qdghdqo1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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He tenido momentos malos, buenos, peores y mejores y siempre intento quedarme con el mejor granito que hay de ese montón de años. Ahora, es cuando reflexionas tumbada en la cama, mirando a la nada, si todo lo que has vivido vale la pena.Yo creo que sí. Cada momento es tiempo para aprender, aprender que antes de un llanto vino una risa, de aquellas amistades que iban a ser eternas tal vez no pueden serlo, de las salidas y las risas, de aquellos sueños que teníamos de niños, de las peleas, las reconciliaciones, de las canciones con las que lloramos y con las que nos quedamos sin voz, el presente que nos hemos ganado.Son cosas que en el momento no se aprecian tanto como con el paso del tiempo. Por eso no hay que dejar que un recuerdo te atormente y hay que mirar el lado positivo de las cosas, porque lo que vivimos no se va a repetir dos veces.Quiere cuando tengas a quien querer, llora cuando tengas motivos para hacerlo, ríe cuando estés feliz, salta cuando haya un charco, mójate en la lluvia, sácale una sonrisa la gente, abraza, perdona a quien se arrepiente, ayuda a quien lo necesite, haz reír a alguien que esté triste, grita, abre nuevas puertas, acepta que otras se cierran, la gente cambia, las oportunidades vuelan.Y por último, piensa que puedes sentirte solo y estar en medio de un millón de personas, puedes gritar y que nadie te oiga, o preguntar y que nadie te conteste. Querer y no tener, luchar y no conseguir, pelear y no ganar, dar y no recibir. Pero.¿Sabes qué? Habrá otros momentos en que estés solo pero te sientas rodeado de mil personas que te quieren. Sin decir nada, alguien sabrá que las cosas no van bien. Sin preguntar te dirán lo que necesites oir, conseguirás cosas sin luchar, sobre todo aquellas que no quieras pero ganarás batallas sin dejarte la piel en el camino. Recibirás sin tener que dar nada a cambio.</em></strong></span><br />
<blockquote></blockquote><strong></strong><strong></strong><em></em>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-59182933299475830282011-04-20T08:53:00.000-07:002011-04-20T08:53:56.925-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatL-q3RcqPngGOXvU_Is_fbQ-qUAPNO3ydoa3q0WUOH2yE4xnVQeFOgru4Ydoxcnqi6ELX6qOHNAR1f-8L6HAmj0DgS_8XrMyly_wQwylm-gfZdLxqc963ROONuYo4Zh3If-9gi99b79h/s1600/IMG_7334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatL-q3RcqPngGOXvU_Is_fbQ-qUAPNO3ydoa3q0WUOH2yE4xnVQeFOgru4Ydoxcnqi6ELX6qOHNAR1f-8L6HAmj0DgS_8XrMyly_wQwylm-gfZdLxqc963ROONuYo4Zh3If-9gi99b79h/s640/IMG_7334.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Huye de las tentaciones, pero despacio, para que puedan alcanzarte[;)]Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-89815781781448676752011-04-11T06:25:00.000-07:002011-04-21T07:57:41.426-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcv29XvK8R8RwtdmOzragpn7ZyKcXaNYiSJGCjhYRAtgxEY1bFk2y3jhdUPt2isgmBvpmM-4UkIksjvOvPQUmNZo3Amc1ZA_R3hMijZt7iJvvgAvROqBcnw7TFz0xKLJioPhSjb6jpa8z/s1600/IMG_7323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcv29XvK8R8RwtdmOzragpn7ZyKcXaNYiSJGCjhYRAtgxEY1bFk2y3jhdUPt2isgmBvpmM-4UkIksjvOvPQUmNZo3Amc1ZA_R3hMijZt7iJvvgAvROqBcnw7TFz0xKLJioPhSjb6jpa8z/s400/IMG_7323.JPG" width="340" /></a></div>Nadie, nadie, puede enviarme al espacio y devolverme a la cama en cuestión de segundos, superas la velocidad de la luz.Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-85930514048965127132011-04-06T14:18:00.000-07:002011-04-06T14:18:55.416-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY2fXqMOIpRkGmLppdSyLCwwee31FupVHclsglbWy2OvgW-lQx20MIQ3rzkIT8_MJRlXpTJDulQ-WSKvJg9QZQkUJlZnTHxlMgJlxv8Y79xoXBM-DkJdezytRScLJocL-itdfZtKoWnEB2/s1600/IMG_7227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="412" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY2fXqMOIpRkGmLppdSyLCwwee31FupVHclsglbWy2OvgW-lQx20MIQ3rzkIT8_MJRlXpTJDulQ-WSKvJg9QZQkUJlZnTHxlMgJlxv8Y79xoXBM-DkJdezytRScLJocL-itdfZtKoWnEB2/s640/IMG_7227.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DrSOl9BIUaNTGdoMy6LZw-Srrr7j2PGtwhoWB-VIWZSjFu9U9T3Jn2fAxW3cK9TbPziBl14g21erch2IBHKqziVaSZQ97fum6bY1XZ7rFk5IpIkkBqYqDu2tWsrbe7VdoczD7wDbRz0l/s1600/IMG_7211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DrSOl9BIUaNTGdoMy6LZw-Srrr7j2PGtwhoWB-VIWZSjFu9U9T3Jn2fAxW3cK9TbPziBl14g21erch2IBHKqziVaSZQ97fum6bY1XZ7rFk5IpIkkBqYqDu2tWsrbe7VdoczD7wDbRz0l/s640/IMG_7211.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Im thinking now's the time?maybe it's time to go, I gave you my heart, be gentle...<br />
and when you know....Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-35521096263097414482011-03-30T05:43:00.000-07:002011-03-30T05:43:28.500-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DgcKspDANMvmiCspYn3hDqJ-wvh0FjOpNs4wQHk3Y934-pXLyz7xPeKSSLKDZMUiQib8A1p8cVE3oIcXFvlKseSmRuUwM79h4hXV9xJt0pdXC-UPSKKgs2N-wEeZ9O-m9VT9AswVCpun/s1600/IMG_7169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DgcKspDANMvmiCspYn3hDqJ-wvh0FjOpNs4wQHk3Y934-pXLyz7xPeKSSLKDZMUiQib8A1p8cVE3oIcXFvlKseSmRuUwM79h4hXV9xJt0pdXC-UPSKKgs2N-wEeZ9O-m9VT9AswVCpun/s640/IMG_7169.JPG" width="430" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Don't be a <span style="color: #ea9999;">woman</span> that needs a <span style="color: #3d85c6;">man</span>, </em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>be a <span style="color: #ea9999;">woman</span> a <span style="background-color: white; color: #6fa8dc;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">man</span> </span>needs.</em></span></div>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-56152414366265349872011-03-30T03:55:00.000-07:002011-03-30T03:55:25.854-07:00Just say fuck and smile darling¡<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxx7QK6LDSvaPSM8ij7nwYrJiUiFhxvKXrUYpVTiPIdEvV09uo9BIA9qfTGpspUWEJhKyrGBYaJETHZvHCr-XnFjsdyxqyIj0DxlduYJ2xEzs_9BsSwEGuPmBISoDrrfsgFGRf4l4z23P/s1600/IMG_7171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxx7QK6LDSvaPSM8ij7nwYrJiUiFhxvKXrUYpVTiPIdEvV09uo9BIA9qfTGpspUWEJhKyrGBYaJETHZvHCr-XnFjsdyxqyIj0DxlduYJ2xEzs_9BsSwEGuPmBISoDrrfsgFGRf4l4z23P/s640/IMG_7171.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">Entoncés aprendí, que el amor no es posesión y porsupuesto, el amor no espera.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-large;">*.*</span></div>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-43920662755187774202011-03-27T09:34:00.001-07:002011-03-27T09:34:38.514-07:00sabes?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fCKQjqot6kzd4gsruLXUq9Ia-qxEBmxJWCzxIyF4N68vayHKqCEZMft_vOUs1PAh2d9TxPea7SM0NCoQTiuTO8nAc6FV77sMzAgU5MtAe9L9Jxfzx_Q4AL-hJbM3MhgvEp62LdlYxSvb/s1600/Iamnotsecondfuckingchoice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fCKQjqot6kzd4gsruLXUq9Ia-qxEBmxJWCzxIyF4N68vayHKqCEZMft_vOUs1PAh2d9TxPea7SM0NCoQTiuTO8nAc6FV77sMzAgU5MtAe9L9Jxfzx_Q4AL-hJbM3MhgvEp62LdlYxSvb/s640/Iamnotsecondfuckingchoice.jpg" width="572" /></a></div>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-22540803630946569772011-03-25T07:59:00.000-07:002011-03-25T07:59:16.045-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5893GK00smdkmqS-D98YRihARpgai8Rm1OaT_gjHgHXTobVFnXOGg26HhmttFLB-hphqpqI_aOk6B4w9GEkIZkD0gTr1Gippf8nyosYcqRsNi4zsDAL790pvYqWzBwxq2nfPecNMD_sol/s1600/IMG_7040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5893GK00smdkmqS-D98YRihARpgai8Rm1OaT_gjHgHXTobVFnXOGg26HhmttFLB-hphqpqI_aOk6B4w9GEkIZkD0gTr1Gippf8nyosYcqRsNi4zsDAL790pvYqWzBwxq2nfPecNMD_sol/s640/IMG_7040.JPG" width="614" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">Así soy yo, continuamente equivocada, le dí meses a tíos que solo merecían dos días, y ostias a quien necesitaba abrazos.</span>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-44597216909268420292011-03-20T08:35:00.000-07:002011-03-20T08:35:04.108-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE65wWW5jXYeIIsz_pSkQOQzsaYqsi9-I96h6jRzVtfO6Co_hrI4WGy01cKQ7IFdTETPoFTyWo9hd4XuEyg0RaB-77nsdxmwjZr8BOECNcqdMi0-2SnSTVM34HqJGOCO4Ih_M3qc-6DANt/s1600/IMG_7028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE65wWW5jXYeIIsz_pSkQOQzsaYqsi9-I96h6jRzVtfO6Co_hrI4WGy01cKQ7IFdTETPoFTyWo9hd4XuEyg0RaB-77nsdxmwjZr8BOECNcqdMi0-2SnSTVM34HqJGOCO4Ih_M3qc-6DANt/s640/IMG_7028.JPG" width="530" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You change your mind, like a girl changes your clothes, like a bitch, i would know </div>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-27850569826057862222011-03-13T13:30:00.000-07:002011-03-28T12:09:40.966-07:00Gracias:]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Para eso y para todo lo demás(MASTERCARD) *O*</span>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-48275814330014906272011-03-10T09:02:00.000-08:002011-03-10T09:02:39.901-08:00[16]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9GZCi3JmQq8VfIsB7GI4msS38N4c11lUTKxDjyHmD1qo_OoJI5V8FFwec0ynJr7mZTzgeRBMvB0lDkPgTsfN6cYgF5u6sag6f31If5PDZRSfUL1bkb0VMD4c_aL5f9lxGjzMwuAEPjTv/s1600/Imagen+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin9GZCi3JmQq8VfIsB7GI4msS38N4c11lUTKxDjyHmD1qo_OoJI5V8FFwec0ynJr7mZTzgeRBMvB0lDkPgTsfN6cYgF5u6sag6f31If5PDZRSfUL1bkb0VMD4c_aL5f9lxGjzMwuAEPjTv/s640/Imagen+070.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;">En este día tan especial para mí, y desde hace cuatro años solo me faltas tu</span>...Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-28526700678052121232011-03-09T11:08:00.000-08:002011-03-09T11:08:27.525-08:00Ma petite fille,Chloé<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EAlpUJVYmDmRVK-7rozMxh494VsO7rxZ2vDESfP9FRlXCcu3RsOxDRxUtTS9fVeB64k4k911Yi9X6BCAqtLHJNVEjuwEYasQQ3KxAwB56KMIHloBQe8z-ArLnL2mQjmRfdfVQo2NTeRa/s1600/IMG_6969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EAlpUJVYmDmRVK-7rozMxh494VsO7rxZ2vDESfP9FRlXCcu3RsOxDRxUtTS9fVeB64k4k911Yi9X6BCAqtLHJNVEjuwEYasQQ3KxAwB56KMIHloBQe8z-ArLnL2mQjmRfdfVQo2NTeRa/s640/IMG_6969.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkM0V7jowUTTJR3rQS-2RDNxf-HmpBRrrkieoUFFZ6XwHTwgCDEsvvi_fHdV327r8gayYMxLrNTZVsc8pUO0Pye30wdoId7UNECUTFWbAEwaeuQOsKmswg4qWAxKULFh8mng7GZuRE4u7L/s1600/IMG_6971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkM0V7jowUTTJR3rQS-2RDNxf-HmpBRrrkieoUFFZ6XwHTwgCDEsvvi_fHdV327r8gayYMxLrNTZVsc8pUO0Pye30wdoId7UNECUTFWbAEwaeuQOsKmswg4qWAxKULFh8mng7GZuRE4u7L/s640/IMG_6971.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJumdnU6yN0887IQoglc8KxYO6DSS43MQIaw3AKMHNK2PM41pAGAvTLZ7mdqJbOTNUx-6nTsf4DFhyphenhyphenmaZMkX6pCpLr2UE33q74B1GjTXnryt8NObhCeVpwvFjjt_jtZlaAZ6SbUyTdnVSl/s1600/IMG_6510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJumdnU6yN0887IQoglc8KxYO6DSS43MQIaw3AKMHNK2PM41pAGAvTLZ7mdqJbOTNUx-6nTsf4DFhyphenhyphenmaZMkX6pCpLr2UE33q74B1GjTXnryt8NObhCeVpwvFjjt_jtZlaAZ6SbUyTdnVSl/s640/IMG_6510.JPG" width="592" /></a></div><div style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">No veas lo bonito que es verla sonreír siempre, y no sabes la envidia que me da...</span></div><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">1día(^)</span>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-17507430098665629272011-03-08T09:31:00.000-08:002011-03-08T09:31:37.968-08:005marzada.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzLpgcg9t3qYe3jPgqYUuaOHOcv_2NclU6vvdPMOE3iudiGoXlQctBhi7kTSpr5eShDG8k8wTMnaHNjYDBMB1agj4TvBpdQIIGMeFdL2XXIluFRKat6kGNSGseotBfMUL3tYoJ6YeLfqQ/s1600/93ltZrqCPxrHIBvdnBVa.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzLpgcg9t3qYe3jPgqYUuaOHOcv_2NclU6vvdPMOE3iudiGoXlQctBhi7kTSpr5eShDG8k8wTMnaHNjYDBMB1agj4TvBpdQIIGMeFdL2XXIluFRKat6kGNSGseotBfMUL3tYoJ6YeLfqQ/s640/93ltZrqCPxrHIBvdnBVa.0.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0V54_YBFk0Jkee_XFRLWjQ8byTjKivsA_MQ6Vfe25pn_q4Movv4erd45111dLVwF_kyOyqupn0CKle4Z9GvtyzqbzLJnemUOmbhX6t6VGqdHVX7d1YYStC6b3k8GQUdSfbKdSMNaEDMZX/s1600/IMG_6825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0V54_YBFk0Jkee_XFRLWjQ8byTjKivsA_MQ6Vfe25pn_q4Movv4erd45111dLVwF_kyOyqupn0CKle4Z9GvtyzqbzLJnemUOmbhX6t6VGqdHVX7d1YYStC6b3k8GQUdSfbKdSMNaEDMZX/s640/IMG_6825.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="color: white;">Risas, risas y risas...momento totalmente buenos y felices, momentos que quedan grabados en mi disco duro, momentos contigo.Valoro tu forma de ser y te valoro sobre todo a ti porque eres alguien que a pesar de los problemas que tengas jamás te derrumbes, que cuando eh necesitado una sonrisa después de tanta tristeza tu siempre has conseguido sacármela.Te quiero por lo especial que eres, por lo que trasmites que no me preguntes el que, porque no lo sé, pero, te aseguro que es algo que jamás me lo podrá transmitir más que tu.</div><div style="color: white;">Eres la persona que me alegra la amargura y la persona que hace que todo parezca más sencillo, más fácil...Sacas el buen humor a todas las situaciones y por eso te quiero tanto.Espero que tantos momentos juntos nos sirvan para crear más y más, porque desde luego jamás quiero <span style="font-size: large;">perderte...</span></div>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-4980381519470209682011-02-20T12:29:00.000-08:002011-02-20T12:29:45.516-08:00Sé bien que usted me ha dado el paraíso,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVE_Xji8RBhncYGieR2rjL63RTPxspwHMtNUqisKJY0Fr8BxZAiRtYhZumGNsOWda5Y44wUgph1n3jhXuaR9dli_nXAzs7zfhCgog4V6ePUHt_uXiK120isVhsKr5tUigZDLzOpwpdAo1U/s1600/HX-b9fO2lHM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVE_Xji8RBhncYGieR2rjL63RTPxspwHMtNUqisKJY0Fr8BxZAiRtYhZumGNsOWda5Y44wUgph1n3jhXuaR9dli_nXAzs7zfhCgog4V6ePUHt_uXiK120isVhsKr5tUigZDLzOpwpdAo1U/s640/HX-b9fO2lHM.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">pero él en su infierno me enamoró</span></span>[...]Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968687302303488176.post-56039133850187733742011-02-16T11:31:00.000-08:002011-02-16T13:12:35.828-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_Sdj-6ENOCdRhmQZKAPGSVzW2MJYK_JX_SNIzx_oC6mFvUz5nHIAuVG0nV7e7l6fD_050CkACh5XLcOa-wpZ7EttS_2XTPShHVxdbYLMhCKxPVR8tT_SGxAyZ4pUpWlYlhP8hSn08pLA/s1600/IMG_6327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_Sdj-6ENOCdRhmQZKAPGSVzW2MJYK_JX_SNIzx_oC6mFvUz5nHIAuVG0nV7e7l6fD_050CkACh5XLcOa-wpZ7EttS_2XTPShHVxdbYLMhCKxPVR8tT_SGxAyZ4pUpWlYlhP8hSn08pLA/s640/IMG_6327.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yo no soy de ese tipo de chicas que dejan que les rompan el corazón</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">no soy ese tipo de chica que se enfadan y lloran,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">porque nunca dejo abrir mi corazón,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">nunca me lastimó decir adiós,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">una relación nunca es completa para mí,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">pues nunca se está completamente enamorada,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Solo alguno puede decir que lo ame de verdad,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">pero eso al tiempo ya no me importaba.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pero esta vez fue diferente, resulté ser yo la víctima,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">y me corta como un cuchillo, saber que te fuiste de mi vida,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">ahora me siento así, y tengo todos los síntomas, de una</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">chica con el corazón roto, pero no importa</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">tú nunca me verás <b style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">llorar.</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</a></div><span style="color: white; font-size: small;">tal vez,porque me hiciste perder mucho tiempo y creo que ya no hay más,nunca debí permitir que me abrazaras,porque hoy son esos brazos los que me apuñalan.</span>Mireia Pavónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035852194395247213noreply@blogger.com1