tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-602415270993973182011-04-22T00:18:56.939-04:00Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-35475815025814538662007-04-27T20:50:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:16.488-04:00a ver... que hay detras de la cortina?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RjKfcInZsUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qV0kSEoogJM/s1600-h/Imagen+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058280637188387138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RjKfcInZsUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qV0kSEoogJM/s320/Imagen+028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />me enamore de este lugar!<br />desde que llegue hasta hoy.... no puedo creer que estuve ahi...<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-3547581502581453866?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-37130656041284057712007-04-26T21:44:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:16.602-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RjFXeInZsTI/AAAAAAAAABs/f7YJIRMZpaI/s1600-h/Imagen+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057920031734214962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RjFXeInZsTI/AAAAAAAAABs/f7YJIRMZpaI/s320/Imagen+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-3713065604128405771?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-50714012814371823762007-04-15T21:18:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:16.794-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RiLP5fq4CmI/AAAAAAAAABk/oo6_NzD36G8/s1600-h/the.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053830318523943522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RiLP5fq4CmI/AAAAAAAAABk/oo6_NzD36G8/s320/the.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-5071401281437182376?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-3496453751619930102007-04-08T22:36:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:17.069-04:00<span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;">5 años y 4 meses sin vos....</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><p><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </p><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051253090770912802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/Rhmn7GH-hiI/AAAAAAAAABc/JMJJqnvaVDk/s320/22,+23+y+26+de+octubre+017.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><p><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#666666;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span> </p><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#666666;">siempre te voy a amar y recordar</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-349645375161993010?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-19319997531708521252007-04-08T21:47:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:17.142-04:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">date cuenta que no podes esperar nada de nadie.... </span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">y de aquellos q no esperas nada.... te dan todo, y eso es una de las mejores pequeñas cosas q uno necesita y que alcanzan para no perder las esperanzas de que gente buena todavia queda y no necesariamente la encontras entre los mas cercanos... a veces muy por el contrario, los que se acercan son los que menos involucrados con vos estan.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">a esa gente le digo.... yo tambien voy a estar!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"></span> </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051249521653089810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RhmkrWH-hhI/AAAAAAAAABU/eEkp9saD6I8/s320/VILLA+ELISA+147.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><br /> </p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">gracias michael</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">gracias geo</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">gracias luis</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">gracias seba</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">gracias nahuel</span></div><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-1931999753170852125?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-585467578115786772007-04-06T21:51:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:17.254-04:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">esto es horrible... cuando te sentis asi... ya habia pasado mucho tiempo desde la ultima vez que te sentias tan debil, tan insegura... y te das cuenta, de que nada dura demasiado, nada termina bien.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cuando estas muy ocupada te molesta y cuando estas muy..... sola te irrita peor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">porque no hay peor cosa que quedarse un dia como hoy sola con vos misma... escuchando todo lo que tu deprimida mente te dice y te hace hacer... sentada 10 hs del dia frente al televisor que nada te genera.. proyectando imagenes y colores y sonidos sin mucho sentido... como una tormenta de estimulos que lo unico que estimulan son las ganas de cerrar los ojos y rogar porque todo esto acabe pronto.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y buscas la ultima posibilidad de distraccion en una lista de contactos no disponibles que nada aporta.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">chequeas los mails... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no tenes tanto sueño como para cerrar los ojos y abrirlos ya de dia... sabes que minimo una hora envuelta en sabanas que se mueven vas a experimentar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">entonces.... decidis escribir.... porque quizas sea la manera de alivianar el peso que te rompe la espalda ya hace una semana...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">solamente insultos dan vueltas por tu mente... y mucha bronca...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la pregunta del millon, la pregunta que mas de uno se hace en estas situaciones, la pregunta mas idiota e inutil que se pueda preguntar uno, tratando de conseguir excusas que te calmen o te den un justificaivo a lo que te pasa... "¿¡por que esto!?".... quien contesta eso? ..........................................................................................................................................NADIE</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">solamente pasan las cosas. no hay explicacion alguna. y asi te la tenes que aguantar, no podes patalear.... porque no sos una nena caprichosa protestando por la golosina que no le permitieron comer... solamente tenes que portar tu cara de "hago lo mejor que puedo" y dar lo "mejor" de vos. sacar afuera la chica que puede afrontar las dificultades, "la fuerte" de la familia.... y en realidad sabes que? estas harta! no queres seguir con todo esto... moris porque se acabe pronto, solamente queres que llegue el dia en que te toca descargarte durante 40`con aquel extraño que te mira y escucha.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y mientras tanto.... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">donde estan mis amigos? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">donde esta mi familia?</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050505238180431362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/Rhb_wWH-hgI/AAAAAAAAABM/kMs4Kt8s7s4/s320/fin+de+a%C3%B1o+031.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-58546757811578677?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-33946479358287270872007-03-29T23:28:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:17.457-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RgyFGsDD6qI/AAAAAAAAABE/I4N3zYgjCvA/s1600-h/mandarina+pop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047555632325192354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RgyFGsDD6qI/AAAAAAAAABE/I4N3zYgjCvA/s320/mandarina+pop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-3394647935828727087?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-46239349273577429042007-03-15T21:05:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:17.603-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RfntwDHyGfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PRlVit8nf-0/s1600-h/srta+aidontKER.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042322667545434610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RfntwDHyGfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PRlVit8nf-0/s320/srta+aidontKER.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-4623934927357742904?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-16536004210279092982007-03-13T23:09:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:17.688-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/Rfdz0THyGeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OW4VHQZ50OY/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041625650187868642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/Rfdz0THyGeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OW4VHQZ50OY/s320/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-1653600421027909298?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-79275000663760722812007-02-25T19:15:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:17.893-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/ReIY420LPCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pYFndR8lmeQ/s1600-h/placebo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035614698419731490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/ReIY420LPCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pYFndR8lmeQ/s320/placebo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-7927500066376072281?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-5814262598724207392007-02-25T18:56:00.000-04:002007-02-25T18:59:42.292-04:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">It`s hard, it`s difficult, i just can`t figured out. I`m confused, i`m paranoid, i don`t know...<br />All those things i thougth i knew some weeks ago, now i don`t believe the same.... i need something... but i`m scared.. i don`t want to loose... but neither i want to win... i think i enojoy suffering, choosing wrong... the more i think that someone is not interesting in me, the more i like this someone. Love difficult things... that makes me happier, makes me worried, makes me note that i had something missing.<br />I just don`t know (what to do with myself). But this state of not knowing makes me write, sing, dance, dress up, try to be better.... i`m not stanqued... i`m moving, i`m growing, i`m feeling, i`m needing, some kisses and hugs.... maybe just a hand.... some day at the weekend, not everyday, i don`t like that.... Just a lover once a week and not thinking too much about it.<br />Because at the moment you show me some little interest, thats the moment i start to forget you...<br />It`s like living in warm weather... you don`t need anything. But, living in cold weather.... you have to work and think how to live before a frosen dying. This is kind of what i`m talking about more or less.<br />My feelings... my thougts, nobody knows about them... just me.<br />And now you.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-581426259872420739?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-26682851931374121792007-02-21T22:08:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:18.136-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/Rdz7TAT77pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N2_tRLcF8ho/s1600-h/señorita+brittish.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034174787413077650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/Rdz7TAT77pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/N2_tRLcF8ho/s320/se%C3%B1orita+brittish.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-2668285193137412179?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-62229037882448074402007-02-18T22:26:00.000-04:002008-12-11T07:42:18.240-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RdkLygT77oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cLdNoFj31pk/s1600-h/mari+x2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033067020858158722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_izZGlU4lz88/RdkLygT77oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cLdNoFj31pk/s320/mari+x2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">yo... saturada...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-6222903788244807440?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60241527099397318.post-7348855103701697602007-02-18T12:16:00.000-04:002007-02-18T12:25:15.610-04:00Un domingo invernal en medio de febrero en Buenos Aires, Argentina.<br />Asi de raro es todo ultimamente, y se siente un tanto molesto. Pero lo molesto es bueno tambien, porque nos inquieta, nos saca de centro. Nos hace notar que algo nos puede perturbar, que nada esta quieto, y que mejor que eso.<br />En estos momentos suena Gloria Gaynor, afuera se prepara un asado... y medio dormida, sin hambre y pensando en que mañana es lunes, a pesar de que en realidad son solo las 13:20, obtengo la excusa perfecta para mantener la cara malhumorada y ojerosa que me devuelve el espejo.<br />Sonria, lo estamos filmando.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/60241527099397318-734885510370169760?l=aidontker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Señorita Brittishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145243052932824245noreply@blogger.com0