tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78287429989789685942024-03-05T16:44:23.352-08:00A drop in the ocean.En el mundo genial de las cosas que dices.Victoria Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211417619808234997noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828742998978968594.post-53359983887576131552011-10-13T08:28:00.001-07:002011-10-13T08:28:31.377-07:00Porque sí.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Para gustos los colores; para colores lacasitos; para lacasitos pastillas.</span>Victoria Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211417619808234997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828742998978968594.post-53799098871481381832011-10-13T08:23:00.000-07:002011-10-13T08:23:12.952-07:00Es como querer que llueva , estando en el desierto.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">Un día de lluvia, de esos húmedos a más no poder, te quedas en casa, sin nada que hacer, simplemente tumbada en la cama con los cascos puestos, me recuerda a un recuerdo triste, de esos que no te gustaría haber recordado pero que sin quererlo lo recuerdas. Y así se te pasa el día, con miles de gotitas de agua golpeando tu ventana, transaparentes como tu estado de ánimo hoy.</span>Victoria Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211417619808234997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828742998978968594.post-61897082135732385102011-10-13T08:21:00.001-07:002011-10-13T08:21:48.855-07:00Nadie me va a aplaudir por mis méritos; pero todos juzgarán mis errores.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpI2GxZU0OsrO3v3Ugwov5S0dKfC6BrtxzO5iNE776X68qQOcqvMf-Oq0SM0pTojSeOIeIIM35oAx9g4YRrBVzog3v6CgoU3wJ5Bwe7Y-NGXC5YANEYhUogEP03AB8tgVuPaPrillPWzA/s1600/Una+mirada%253B+una+sonrisa..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpI2GxZU0OsrO3v3Ugwov5S0dKfC6BrtxzO5iNE776X68qQOcqvMf-Oq0SM0pTojSeOIeIIM35oAx9g4YRrBVzog3v6CgoU3wJ5Bwe7Y-NGXC5YANEYhUogEP03AB8tgVuPaPrillPWzA/s320/Una+mirada%253B+una+sonrisa..jpg" width="215" /></a></div>Victoria Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211417619808234997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828742998978968594.post-48128557781236209902011-10-10T10:34:00.001-07:002011-10-10T10:34:45.195-07:00La razón por la que sonrío.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUr1cxGOZeVRifCBK-87yciYvrUvVwQLJnSRvt8Ve24UxNu978RgYAkdwmorKqL49guFEPipySz3_Xw9Py133cVcly8bvj-EKihTaiKqJ0v1V0c9b1jb-KRRw51whvV4N6tEYSAFSX3o/s1600/%253BD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUr1cxGOZeVRifCBK-87yciYvrUvVwQLJnSRvt8Ve24UxNu978RgYAkdwmorKqL49guFEPipySz3_Xw9Py133cVcly8bvj-EKihTaiKqJ0v1V0c9b1jb-KRRw51whvV4N6tEYSAFSX3o/s320/%253BD.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Victoria Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211417619808234997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828742998978968594.post-18779086399103076822011-10-10T10:19:00.000-07:002011-10-10T10:19:02.665-07:00Comernos la vida, bebernos el miedo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0etSlzKVE0TsesclSvPFnlNnyLxYVZBJ8TslsC3c3I-hlXW3QF8nI_MN2XgYlJORJdt1hJ8zkKoXjH-rhY-SsEqTdUqCYWD5NWhN7G95_kKksm8ykZWh8imqAeBP90duOdzQ1MT2UzHA/s1600/Bebernos+el+miedo..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0etSlzKVE0TsesclSvPFnlNnyLxYVZBJ8TslsC3c3I-hlXW3QF8nI_MN2XgYlJORJdt1hJ8zkKoXjH-rhY-SsEqTdUqCYWD5NWhN7G95_kKksm8ykZWh8imqAeBP90duOdzQ1MT2UzHA/s320/Bebernos+el+miedo..jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Victoria Rubiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211417619808234997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828742998978968594.post-25049218118473702222011-10-10T10:07:00.000-07:002011-10-10T10:36:41.338-07:00·<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZUCDRhZJsmjd8bNkZATr_3E5-UQIIXGW2oqv5muGN2AUGVLvu1GY6QfHCYz_0hQEpYuhalqdb2tfSmp00PbxWxQvbMDFWQZMOfhZrbvjlKndPjQuHHnysS6ZnwfVqkLA_co1N8p84is/s1600/VRC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZUCDRhZJsmjd8bNkZATr_3E5-UQIIXGW2oqv5muGN2AUGVLvu1GY6QfHCYz_0hQEpYuhalqdb2tfSmp00PbxWxQvbMDFWQZMOfhZrbvjlKndPjQuHHnysS6ZnwfVqkLA_co1N8p84is/s320/VRC.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- ¿Y si te muerdo?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- ¿Que?</span><br />
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