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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-580999929856626084</id><published>2011-01-06T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:00:53.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS I COULDNT SAY</title><content type='html'>there are still so many things I didnt get to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I was dying to say the words "I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;my pride and reason did not allow me to&lt;br /&gt;every single thing dictated me that you were not the one&lt;br /&gt;that I should not waste my time&lt;br /&gt;I wasted almost a year on this..&lt;br /&gt;but oh how much we went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew how much I enjoyed to cuddle with you&lt;br /&gt;morning kisses and late dinners&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could have said "im sorry" more often&lt;br /&gt;I really pushed your buttons badly&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean to hurt you at all times&lt;br /&gt;I never said how much i liked your body on top of mine&lt;br /&gt;so strong, so firm, so young&lt;br /&gt;i felt protected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you straight up&lt;br /&gt;that all I wanted from you was You&lt;br /&gt;to be with me,  holding hands&lt;br /&gt;i guess Im used to always be late&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt wish you bad&lt;br /&gt;even though im still tempted to make you feel&lt;br /&gt;like im the only  one&lt;br /&gt;you dream about, you desire the most&lt;br /&gt;although i already know &lt;br /&gt;i lost you for good or better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i got to thank you for your time&lt;br /&gt;and all the unforgettable memories&lt;br /&gt;for taking me out of the whole i was falling into&lt;br /&gt;for making me forget about him&lt;br /&gt;and start loving with an open mind..&lt;br /&gt;there are still so many things we will have to let behind and unsaid&lt;br /&gt;it is what it is&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who's back&lt;br /&gt;it seems like my heart is a recycling loving machine&lt;br /&gt;he might  this time be the one who helps me forget about you&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, ill have to go all the way back to where I came from....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-580999929856626084?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/580999929856626084/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-2486991301026765921</id><published>2011-01-06T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T01:29:13.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PD. acertiijo</title><content type='html'>Lo que empieza mal termina mal,&lt;br /&gt;Lamento tanto no haberte llegado a amar&lt;br /&gt;estuve a punto de,&lt;br /&gt;te lo consulte,&lt;br /&gt;me prepare,&lt;br /&gt;tu no me dejaste,&lt;br /&gt;tienes razon&lt;br /&gt;soy solo una ninhita asustada&lt;br /&gt;detras de esa imagen de mujer fatal&lt;br /&gt;que a veces juego a ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duele dejarte ir&lt;br /&gt;me duele  recordarte tanto&lt;br /&gt;cuando cierro los ojos y te pienso&lt;br /&gt;me gustaria retroceder el tiempo &lt;br /&gt;y volver a donde empezamos&lt;br /&gt;haria las cosas tan distintas&lt;br /&gt;nunca pense que esto podria ser amor&lt;br /&gt;nunca lo quise creer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora a las cuatro y media de la manana&lt;br /&gt;con algunas ideas rondando mi cabeza aun&lt;br /&gt;no estoy convencida de que el dejarte ir fue la mejor decision&lt;br /&gt;pero ya no puedo seguir con el corazon en la mano&lt;br /&gt;cada duda, cada desden me rompe el alma&lt;br /&gt;ya no puedo seguir adivinando a que jugabamos&lt;br /&gt;lo tuve que hacer por fin&lt;br /&gt;el dejarte esta vez&lt;br /&gt;fue mas decision tuya que mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te extranhare mientras me acuerde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-2486991301026765921?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2486991301026765921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-1358008903672640778</id><published>2010-12-25T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:49:07.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is Christmas...</title><content type='html'>This has been a bittersweet holiday&lt;br /&gt;it is amazing to have you family (complete=]) and best friends around &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else I could ask for...&lt;br /&gt;but this Christmas came with more than only good news&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe what is going on right now&lt;br /&gt;too much crap&lt;br /&gt;no man to rely on like I thought I had&lt;br /&gt;well, its going to be a new year&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave behind all that is old&lt;br /&gt;ready for new, looking for better&lt;br /&gt;what didnt work once or twice&lt;br /&gt;it will never work...&lt;br /&gt;disappointed with myself too&lt;br /&gt;many things that i couldnt accomplish this 2010&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;and doing&lt;br /&gt;i have the most important things in life surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;I can only say&lt;br /&gt;well, this IS Christmas&lt;br /&gt;with all the bad and good&lt;br /&gt;you just have to believe..&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;HO Ho ho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1358008903672640778?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1358008903672640778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=1358008903672640778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but from time to time it seems so right.&lt;br /&gt;I cant hold my feelings anymore&lt;br /&gt;Ive been lonely for a long while&lt;br /&gt;Ive gotten to know me more than I desired to.. &lt;br /&gt;Theres no more things I dont know about myself&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me happy..&lt;br /&gt;It is an old begin but I am ready to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to feel empty anymore&lt;br /&gt;Im so tough! it disgusts me, how come love doesnt happen to me so ofetn?&lt;br /&gt;am i afraid? am i not capable to give love? to even receive it?&lt;br /&gt;Im working on things to become more what I used to be.. I guess this time Im ready&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you can update fairytales and include some nowadays music-art-culture to it&lt;br /&gt;cinderella doesnt have to be that pure and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;she can be a little crazy, more fun and just cute.. sometimes stunning ;)&lt;br /&gt;I cant be hesitating about how im supposed to feel about somebody&lt;br /&gt;just FEEL IT&lt;br /&gt;im a year older now.. LET IT BE&lt;br /&gt;ive grown.. I SWEAR&lt;br /&gt;magic can happen not too far from here.. magic is what you make it&lt;br /&gt;no capes or cards needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me ... I am so old! but def wiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow ow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3103116271636022378?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3103116271636022378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3103116271636022378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3103116271636022378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3103116271636022378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-i-am-back-to-what-i-started-in.html' title=''/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3722847686260049332</id><published>2010-08-01T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:04:32.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guerra de angustia</title><content type='html'>me acuerdo que esta cancion recien salio&lt;br /&gt;cuando terminamos por segunda o tercera vez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suspiros de dolor&lt;br /&gt;la incognita de no saber si esta vez era definitivo&lt;br /&gt;preguntas sin respuestas que nunca le diste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la gente me mira,&lt;br /&gt;se preguntan si es mal de amores&lt;br /&gt;o solo un mal dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadie puede entender como me siento por dentro&lt;br /&gt;es amor, desilusion, orgullo??&lt;br /&gt;ni yo misma se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y algo asi podria describirlo&lt;br /&gt;(o John Mayer lo describio mejor por mi en ingles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(las mayusculas introducen mis pensamientos a las del cantautor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO DORMIR&lt;br /&gt;rayos caen dentro de mi pecho para mantenerme despierta en la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suenho con formas de como hacerte entender mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES INEXPLICABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nubes de azufre en el aire&lt;br /&gt;bombas caen por todas partes&lt;br /&gt;es una guerra de angustia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una vez que quieres que comience&lt;br /&gt;nadie nunca realmente gana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POR QUE NO ME SIGUES?&lt;br /&gt;POR QUE NO ME RUEGAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si quieres mas amor por que no me lo dices&lt;br /&gt;si quieres mas de mi por que no me lo dices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja caer su nombre&lt;br /&gt;clavalo y gira el cuchillo de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ESTOY TAN BIEN SIN TI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mira mi cara &lt;br /&gt;como pretendo no sentir dolor (no hay dolor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nubes de azufre en el aire&lt;br /&gt;bombas caen por todas partes&lt;br /&gt;es una guerra de angustia dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una vez que empieza&lt;br /&gt;nadie realmente gana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DILO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si quieres mas amor por que no me lo dices&lt;br /&gt;si quieres mas de mi por que no me lo dices &lt;br /&gt;solo dilo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMOS TAN ORGULLOSOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como es que de la unica manera de saber que tan alto me elevas&lt;br /&gt;es viendo que tan lejos me caigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo Dios sabe que tanto te podria amar si tan solo me dejaras&lt;br /&gt;pero no puedo romperlo todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es la angustia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLO QUIERO QUE HABLEMOS DE ESTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me importa si no dormimos del todo esta noche&lt;br /&gt;solo hay que arreglar las cosas ahora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME MUERO DE MIEDO, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lo juro por Dios que la vamos a hacer&lt;br /&gt;si pones tu arma abajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vino Tinto y pastillas&lt;br /&gt;ya estas hablando mierda de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;es una guerra de angustia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y SEGUIMOS CON LA EXPECTATIVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es bueno saber que todo es un juego&lt;br /&gt;La decepcion tiene un nombre&lt;br /&gt;es la guerra de angustia&lt;br /&gt;es una guerra de angustia&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y QUIEN DIRIA QUE AUN SEGUIMOS ANDANDO JUNTOS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3722847686260049332?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-7490512801123869509</id><published>2010-07-08T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:08:37.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wont see you again anymore</title><content type='html'>this is done&lt;br /&gt;its beat ..good bye prince charming&lt;br /&gt;fake one!&lt;br /&gt;flake&lt;br /&gt;im out of ur life&lt;br /&gt;but it was sssssooooo nice to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MOTHER FUCKING BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-7490512801123869509?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7490512801123869509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-274012763085699815</id><published>2010-07-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:05:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy es el dia</title><content type='html'>y que tal 4 de julio&lt;br /&gt;me fui de campamento&lt;br /&gt;hice lo que tenia (malear maleadamente) &lt;br /&gt;y por fin me he dado cuenta de lo que me toca hacer&lt;br /&gt;es un nuevo empezar&lt;br /&gt;con la mente mas claras&lt;br /&gt;metas a corto plazo&lt;br /&gt;y cosas que arreglar con mi pasado que se pueden convertir en el futuro&lt;br /&gt;quiero ganarme la vida haciendo algo que me gusta&lt;br /&gt;creando, entreteniendo, expresando&lt;br /&gt;marketing? quizas no del todo lo mio&lt;br /&gt;yo no se vender&lt;br /&gt;yo digo la verdad &lt;br /&gt;yo me expreso como quiero&lt;br /&gt;lo mio es crear&lt;br /&gt;no persuadir a personas para que me compren algo que ni creo&lt;br /&gt;manana tambien&lt;br /&gt;vere a ese mitad hombre mitad ninho que me ha quitado el suenho&lt;br /&gt;por unos meses&lt;br /&gt;le dire que he pensado bastante bien las cosas&lt;br /&gt;y q yo ya no estoy para ser la cualquierita&lt;br /&gt;sino la firme&lt;br /&gt;y con derechos!!&lt;br /&gt;HOY  es el dia de empezar a ser la que quiero ser&lt;br /&gt;las cosas pasaran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-274012763085699815?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/274012763085699815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=274012763085699815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/274012763085699815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/274012763085699815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoy-es-el-dia.html' title='hoy es el dia'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-613040013646691198</id><published>2010-06-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:24:08.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>como empezar?&lt;br /&gt;hay tantas cosas que te tengo que contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me siento bien&lt;br /&gt;hay algunos episodios en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;de los cuales tu no formaste parte&lt;br /&gt;pero al quererte, apreciarte y conocerte al cabo&lt;br /&gt;me hicieron darme cuenta de lo mucho que tengo&lt;br /&gt;de cuanto te quiero&lt;br /&gt;y te aprecio en mi vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-613040013646691198?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/613040013646691198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=613040013646691198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/613040013646691198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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una de esas noches&lt;br /&gt;donde la vida se hace pesada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas no estan bien&lt;br /&gt;me he aferrado al pasado&lt;br /&gt;no he podido dejar ir&lt;br /&gt;lo que quizas nunca fue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He andado sola &lt;br /&gt;por mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;esta vez, queria companhia&lt;br /&gt;lo estas dejando ir&lt;br /&gt;ya me voy de nuevo con mi melancolia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me llames si no es para crear nuevas cosas&lt;br /&gt;no me escuches si no es para abrime el alma&lt;br /&gt;mi incapacidad por mantener mi palabra&lt;br /&gt;te ha hecho huir y esta vez sin retorno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tratado de seguir adelante&lt;br /&gt;pero tu sabes como soy&lt;br /&gt;no veo, no escucho, no siento&lt;br /&gt;mis sentidos solo van dirigidos a la guerra&lt;br /&gt;y esta ya la he ganado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy con mis ilusiones quebradas&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar otro final feliz desde el cielo&lt;br /&gt;me marcho con los ojos caidos,&lt;br /&gt;una lagrima y opaco suspiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3848874525986731762?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3848874525986731762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3848874525986731762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3848874525986731762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3848874525986731762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2010/04/hasta-el-fin.html' title='hasta el fin'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-289789040828236862</id><published>2010-04-11T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:36:23.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh!&lt;br /&gt;todo indica&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;br /&gt;me enamore,&lt;br /&gt;y si,&lt;br /&gt;esta vez podria doler..&lt;br /&gt;y mucho&lt;br /&gt;bastante,&lt;br /&gt;si me rompen el corazon, me quedare&lt;br /&gt;descorazonada&lt;br /&gt;por mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;quizas por siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres tu?&lt;br /&gt;donde estas?&lt;br /&gt;te veo&lt;br /&gt;pero no se si aun te siento&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5584056252646058755</id><published>2010-03-05T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:09:47.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me</title><content type='html'>am i the only one affected?&lt;br /&gt;or you are doing exactly what i am?&lt;br /&gt;i keep  asking myself countless questions&lt;br /&gt;with no answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one hurting?&lt;br /&gt;or you are doing it intensively?&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking youll be back&lt;br /&gt;wont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the one with the issues?&lt;br /&gt;or yours are just worse than mine?&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt figure you out&lt;br /&gt;did you get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the one who doesnt appreciate things?&lt;br /&gt;cuz that is what you said&lt;br /&gt;i tried to show you who i was&lt;br /&gt;were you paying attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the only one caring&lt;br /&gt;dont you think i have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;the way you treated me&lt;br /&gt;was not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the only one who keeps waiting&lt;br /&gt;for a call, a message, an email&lt;br /&gt;and ill wait and wait&lt;br /&gt;cuz you wont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-5584056252646058755?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5584056252646058755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=5584056252646058755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5584056252646058755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5584056252646058755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-me.html' title='tell me'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3999119866074284523</id><published>2010-02-26T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:10:59.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep filling my glass up..feel my soul</title><content type='html'>Friday night &lt;br /&gt;terrible weather &lt;br /&gt;questions without answers&lt;br /&gt;ansiety, &lt;br /&gt;fear,&lt;br /&gt;loneliness&lt;br /&gt;people keep coming&lt;br /&gt;questioning things that i have no answer for&lt;br /&gt;they look at me&lt;br /&gt;like they really like my looks&lt;br /&gt;i look back at them&lt;br /&gt;like "get that fuck off"&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for more fun&lt;br /&gt;these past weekends have been interesting&lt;br /&gt;I just need some wine,&lt;br /&gt;a lot of it to be honest,&lt;br /&gt;a big white smile&lt;br /&gt;and i'll bee all game&lt;br /&gt;it is friday night,&lt;br /&gt;the streets are white,&lt;br /&gt;my soul is red&lt;br /&gt;my mind is black&lt;br /&gt;im ready for what is coming&lt;br /&gt;im glad you are still there&lt;br /&gt;watching me&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for tonight&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3999119866074284523?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3999119866074284523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3999119866074284523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3999119866074284523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3999119866074284523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/keep-filling-my-glass-upfeel-my-soul.html' title='keep filling my glass up..feel my soul'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-410046049337675143</id><published>2010-02-21T01:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:35:08.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new begining</title><content type='html'>awesome night&lt;br /&gt;awesome thoughts&lt;br /&gt;everything is awesome like it is&lt;br /&gt;i m so positive&lt;br /&gt;ready to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;life is too short like to regret things&lt;br /&gt;life is too awesome like to let things go&lt;br /&gt;it is up to you&lt;br /&gt;up to your own will&lt;br /&gt;life is too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;take it day by day&lt;br /&gt;smell the aromas &lt;br /&gt;taste the flavors  &lt;br /&gt;touch the textures &lt;br /&gt;it is an awesome start&lt;br /&gt;the day just began &lt;br /&gt;open the door&lt;br /&gt;let it pop&lt;br /&gt;you have only one life&lt;br /&gt;you live only once&lt;br /&gt;smile at everything &lt;br /&gt;that makes you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;its the new you&lt;br /&gt;love it, live it, laugh it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-410046049337675143?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/410046049337675143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=410046049337675143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/410046049337675143'/><link 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is what i wanna believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder sometimes&lt;br /&gt;why you would not fight for this&lt;br /&gt;what was it about me that you felt it was not worth it&lt;br /&gt;was it you? was it me?&lt;br /&gt;as a matter fact, i am still unsure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never got the chance to tell you about my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;my crazy thoughts and even the future i planned for us&lt;br /&gt;now all of this only exists in the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;you wont be longer part of it&lt;br /&gt;you are too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the snow is falling down&lt;br /&gt;with it, some tears upon my face&lt;br /&gt;i cannot say i am sad&lt;br /&gt;it is just an effing snowy day that blows my mind&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if you wonder the same things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am too far now&lt;br /&gt;i always were you used to say&lt;br /&gt;you will never get to see the whole of me&lt;br /&gt;i will never have the chance to show  you&lt;br /&gt;it is too late now, you were always too far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1114478213156497342?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1114478213156497342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=1114478213156497342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1114478213156497342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1114478213156497342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowy-days.html' title='snowy days'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3144869696064330610</id><published>2010-01-21T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:58:59.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know where to go&lt;br /&gt;who to follow&lt;br /&gt;when am i gonna see it clear?&lt;br /&gt;my mind is stuck&lt;br /&gt;cant find my way&lt;br /&gt;i do need help&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run away, but i dont know where&lt;br /&gt;who with&lt;br /&gt;i need some guidance&lt;br /&gt;S.O.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3856685458616894765</id><published>2009-12-11T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:34:29.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to you, from my heart: It's all for good.</title><content type='html'>Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking and I came up with this conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;I have to let you go with the 2009!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I wanna truly thank you for all the love, laughs and fun we had together,&lt;br /&gt;but this is not making me happy anymore as a matter fact is making me very sad.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot blame you for all, it might be also me and my issues, but, enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I used to get mad because i thought you were acting that way because of me. Why did you never send me a text in the morning&lt;br /&gt;saying good morning I miss you, or just making a comment about the weather or how beautiful you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;Never did.&lt;br /&gt;How about us having dinner, or lunch or simply a nice evening planned together. Never Happened, never will.&lt;br /&gt;You always call late,&lt;br /&gt;probably because I'd be the only person answering a call that late, it can be my fault for not making the rules and letting you know that is not cool.&lt;br /&gt;I have also been thinking that, maybe it is not me.&lt;br /&gt;It is not that you don't care about me but that is the way you are, your childish behaviour does not allow you to see beyond.&lt;br /&gt;It is not that you do not like me, it is just that you are too clueless to know what a girl wants or at least be close.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if I am making these excuses to excuse myself, cuz if my second theory is wrong then it is me, you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;you'll never see me as that girl.&lt;br /&gt;And I am sorry but I had plenty. It hurts me that you don't see me like that cuz i could see you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, this would not be the first time we are falling apart, but this time will be the last good bye.&lt;br /&gt;It has been always me trying hard but  still cannot find your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You and me does not have a future, you an me was found part 3 in 2009 and you and me will stay to dispel there too.&lt;br /&gt;I always learn my lesson the hard way, and there are many things I'm still learning.&lt;br /&gt;I would not call you a mistake, i rather call you a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old, my mind is clarifying the way.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you so much, perhaps way too much. &lt;br /&gt;I am an easy person to forget, but this chapter will always remain in a box somewhere in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;To finish with all this I just want you to know that I am ready to let you go, I sent you all the signs already. I wish you the best, you are an awesome person,&lt;br /&gt;there will be no more you and me&lt;br /&gt;have a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;a Very- very Happy 2010!&lt;br /&gt;you were the best part of my 2009&lt;br /&gt;loved you (part time)&lt;br /&gt;Sandy D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3856685458616894765?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3856685458616894765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3856685458616894765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3856685458616894765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3856685458616894765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2009/12/letter-to-you-from-my-heart-its-all-for.html' title='Letter to you, from my heart: It&apos;s all for good.'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-4723344495732031972</id><published>2009-12-08T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:49:06.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I might confess that my fears are bigger that yours&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of losing you&lt;br /&gt;of waking up one day and know that you wont be by my side anymore&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you how much I want you in my life&lt;br /&gt;so much that I really dont care what people could think of us&lt;br /&gt;that im crazy that you are insane&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of the fact that you could change me for somebody&lt;br /&gt;better than me, prettier, smarter, funnier &lt;br /&gt;that you stop calling me&lt;br /&gt;that you wont reply my messages &lt;br /&gt;that you could ignore me and make me fall&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what your intensions are&lt;br /&gt;neither mine&lt;br /&gt;but this affection is growing day by day&lt;br /&gt;i like you so much that hurts&lt;br /&gt;i want you so bad that i cant even show you how&lt;br /&gt;i guess its time&lt;br /&gt;i promise im trying to give you the best of me&lt;br /&gt;hopefully you can see it&lt;br /&gt;i cant let you go now&lt;br /&gt;im deeply in love with you&lt;br /&gt;and this time is literally with you, together, holding hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5047390691794767704</id><published>2009-11-19T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:14:33.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u really stress me the fuck up!&lt;br /&gt;i cant put up with ur shit anymore&lt;br /&gt;u fuckin wear me out&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;i cant be mad cuz it always ends up being funny&lt;br /&gt;ur too much&lt;br /&gt;ur too far from me&lt;br /&gt;far from what i want&lt;br /&gt;i cant do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;u put me down so easily&lt;br /&gt;u have no voice&lt;br /&gt;no mind&lt;br /&gt;no ears to catch me&lt;br /&gt;no will to take me&lt;br /&gt;i would never be able to dominate you&lt;br /&gt;and nobody could ever dominate me&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where aere we going&lt;br /&gt;or what are we doing&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how this is supposed to work&lt;br /&gt;i cant tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;i cant tell you how to feel&lt;br /&gt;if it wasnt there before&lt;br /&gt;it wont ever be&lt;br /&gt;we were always meant to say nice to meet you-good bye&lt;br /&gt;we were never meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to call this game anymore&lt;br /&gt;its torturing me &lt;br /&gt;its suffocating me &lt;br /&gt;ur too much that i cant take it&lt;br /&gt;ur too far that i cant reach&lt;br /&gt;ur too late that im leaving already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-5047390691794767704?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5047390691794767704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=5047390691794767704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5047390691794767704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5047390691794767704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/u-really-stress-me-fuck-up-i-cant-put.html' title=''/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-602959798009863091</id><published>2009-10-18T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:16:36.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"caaaantale- caaaantale!"&lt;br /&gt;llamame por favor im dying!!!&lt;br /&gt;"JJJJorge"&lt;br /&gt;please put a smile on my face, u used to be good at it!&lt;br /&gt;"I hate you"&lt;br /&gt;you are fucking killing me softly, cant stand it!&lt;br /&gt;"whats good"&lt;br /&gt;im good!, for you!, for a lot of ppl that want me but i dont!&lt;br /&gt;"ewwwwww"&lt;br /&gt;muuuuuuuuuakk! why ur ignoring me like that... im dying!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"sandrra del cashtillo"&lt;br /&gt;im begging you to beg me and give it a last shot!&lt;br /&gt;"i hope u die in your sleep"&lt;br /&gt;i still have hope, for us, for this, i have waited way too long!&lt;br /&gt;"mudafaka"&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do without you?&lt;br /&gt;"voce e gay"&lt;br /&gt;who am i gonna say good night every night?? i dont want my singleness anymore you can take it away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llama por favor&lt;br /&gt;llamame&lt;br /&gt;texteame&lt;br /&gt;esta vez respondo en one&lt;br /&gt;no more games&lt;br /&gt;no more issues&lt;br /&gt;im ready&lt;br /&gt;im open&lt;br /&gt;i wanna let you in&lt;br /&gt;this is my heart&lt;br /&gt;u can have it&lt;br /&gt;dont deny it&lt;br /&gt;theres something big coming &lt;br /&gt;i do fucking miss you&lt;br /&gt;so much&lt;br /&gt;so hard&lt;br /&gt;so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i miss your dad as well.. lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-602959798009863091?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6071357299590295908</id><published>2009-10-17T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:50:53.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its only been a day or so&lt;br /&gt;that i dont hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;a week and a day&lt;br /&gt;that i dont see your face&lt;br /&gt;and its starting to be fatal &lt;br /&gt;i dont see myself hanging in a corner on my own&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine hows gonna be like go to bed before telling you good night&lt;br /&gt;but i cant  take all ur bullshit&lt;br /&gt;i cant keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;ur mean&lt;br /&gt;u hurt&lt;br /&gt;u dont give a shit&lt;br /&gt;i certainly do, &lt;br /&gt;and im sorry mister&lt;br /&gt;im perhaps prouder than you&lt;br /&gt;im probably more high maintenance that ud think&lt;br /&gt;i just cant agree with ur behavior&lt;br /&gt;walking away from me&lt;br /&gt;ignoring my calls&lt;br /&gt;laughing at me like its so fun&lt;br /&gt;im cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;stronger might not&lt;br /&gt;but im still breathing and as long as i keep doing it&lt;br /&gt;ill fins my way&lt;br /&gt;with or without you mudafaka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6071357299590295908?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6071357299590295908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6071357299590295908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6071357299590295908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6071357299590295908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-only-been-day-or-so-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5951020583101866907</id><published>2009-10-02T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:21:39.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be mine &lt;3</title><content type='html'>u must know&lt;br /&gt;theres not in between&lt;br /&gt;you either break my heart or become my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;but u must know&lt;br /&gt;im tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;this time im making my own rules&lt;br /&gt;u either follow them or quit the game&lt;br /&gt;but u must know&lt;br /&gt;u could break me&lt;br /&gt;inside and out&lt;br /&gt;u got me by the neck&lt;br /&gt;i cant escape now&lt;br /&gt;u either save me or let me die&lt;br /&gt;love me so i can&lt;br /&gt;show me what is like&lt;br /&gt;been loved and give it&lt;br /&gt;no i cant help it now&lt;br /&gt;u already got me by the heart&lt;br /&gt;if u played me id hate you&lt;br /&gt;if i loved you ull love me&lt;br /&gt;but u should now by now&lt;br /&gt;its either ull break my heart&lt;br /&gt;or become mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-5951020583101866907?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5951020583101866907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=5951020583101866907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5951020583101866907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5951020583101866907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-mine-3.html' title='be mine &lt;3'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5229208372856948786</id><published>2009-07-23T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:48:17.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant deny whats in undeniable &lt;br /&gt;i still have feeling for you&lt;br /&gt;and have thoughts of a future together&lt;br /&gt;but that will change eventually &lt;br /&gt;im up to good now&lt;br /&gt;no more faking no more questioning others&lt;br /&gt;this is how ill be now&lt;br /&gt;my real self &lt;br /&gt;life is too  good like to be worrying about past&lt;br /&gt;too much to do like to regret what we couldnt do bedore&lt;br /&gt;start now, regret never&lt;br /&gt;its better to try and fail than failing at trying&lt;br /&gt;my heart is finally open up&lt;br /&gt;my wings are spreading to let people see what they couldnt before&lt;br /&gt;i have so much inside to discover&lt;br /&gt;the emptyness wont take over anymore&lt;br /&gt;these dark clouds are falling down&lt;br /&gt;and life is too awesome like to waste it&lt;br /&gt;im here today because im meant to be&lt;br /&gt;single and ready to mingle cuz thats the way &lt;br /&gt;im supposed to learn from others&lt;br /&gt;i got the best part of you&lt;br /&gt;while you had my worst&lt;br /&gt;i can help smiling and laughing by myself&lt;br /&gt;this was way too dramatic &lt;br /&gt;that it covered my body with sand&lt;br /&gt;im getting out from the black hole&lt;br /&gt;im waking up when is time to sleep for others&lt;br /&gt;dont come get me&lt;br /&gt;cuz i wont be back&lt;br /&gt;im going away and not turning back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-5229208372856948786?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5117202678919212036</id><published>2009-07-20T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:57:47.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tu lo sabias&lt;br /&gt;te dije que me dejaras sola&lt;br /&gt;y asi lo hiciste&lt;br /&gt;me dejaste ir y asi son las cosas&lt;br /&gt;no me sigas&lt;br /&gt;que no se cual es mi camino&lt;br /&gt;no me digas que hacer &lt;br /&gt;porque hare lo contrario&lt;br /&gt;te has ido &lt;br /&gt;y estoy mas sola que nunca&lt;br /&gt;la confusion no se logra ir del todo&lt;br /&gt;se que manana o pronto te vere&lt;br /&gt;feliz de la mano de alguien mas&lt;br /&gt;pretendere que no me afecta&lt;br /&gt;actuare como si soy la mas feliz&lt;br /&gt;de verte con alguien&lt;br /&gt;de aun seguir soltera porq asi me gusta&lt;br /&gt;y no trates de indagar mas alla de eso&lt;br /&gt;porque me podrias hacer llorar&lt;br /&gt;mi independencia lo es todo&lt;br /&gt;estoy cubierta con plumas&lt;br /&gt;son tan suaves&lt;br /&gt;que si soplas veras el corazon sangriento&lt;br /&gt;no te acerques mucho&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces muerdo&lt;br /&gt;vete&lt;br /&gt;no me hables&lt;br /&gt;no me escribas&lt;br /&gt;yo esoty como aparento&lt;br /&gt;feliz y viviendo la vida&lt;br /&gt;mi sonrisa de vacia&lt;br /&gt;y mis ojos no ven nada&lt;br /&gt;dale la vuelta &lt;br /&gt;tratare de pasar por de sapercivida&lt;br /&gt;mientras mas cercano estas&lt;br /&gt;mas arañas mis heridas frescas&lt;br /&gt;te dare mi mejor sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;nunca notaras mis verdaderas emociones&lt;br /&gt;no te enteraras de como se siente no ser correspondida&lt;br /&gt;me dejaste ir porq no te importe lo suficiente&lt;br /&gt;me dejaste ir porque te lo pedi&lt;br /&gt;y no te pesa&lt;br /&gt;sola y sin final feliz una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;me alejo para siempre&lt;br /&gt;no volteare para despedirme&lt;br /&gt;no me veras&lt;br /&gt;no me notaras&lt;br /&gt;ya me fui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-5117202678919212036?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5117202678919212036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=5117202678919212036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5117202678919212036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5117202678919212036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2009/07/tu-lo-sabias-te-dije-que-me-dejaras.html' title=''/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5449142503911376826</id><published>2009-06-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:48:46.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so now you are back&lt;br /&gt;after finally realising that u couldnt do better than this&lt;br /&gt;so you think thats gonna make me happy&lt;br /&gt;thats right&lt;br /&gt;im happy u are actually seing what u wont have&lt;br /&gt;what u missed &lt;br /&gt;what it was&lt;br /&gt;because i thougth we were there together&lt;br /&gt;i thought u were jumping if i was &lt;br /&gt;i got screwed &lt;br /&gt;you got me bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you think im gonna go running after you &lt;br /&gt;now that ur back&lt;br /&gt;ur wrong&lt;br /&gt;i did move on&lt;br /&gt;ive found myself more exciting without you&lt;br /&gt;im enjoying life my way like i always did&lt;br /&gt;im sorry now that ur gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;it s ur loss&lt;br /&gt;all what you could have and let go&lt;br /&gt;im awake and gone now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-5449142503911376826?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5449142503911376826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=5449142503911376826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i dont care&lt;br /&gt;i do feel theres something going on&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6132979176970751472?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6132979176970751472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6132979176970751472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6132979176970751472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6132979176970751472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-do-i-dont_29.html' title='i do, i dont'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-8536031269734400487</id><published>2009-05-29T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:28:00.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i do, i dont</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-8536031269734400487?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8536031269734400487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=8536031269734400487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8536031269734400487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8536031269734400487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-do-i-dont.html' title='i do, i dont'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-8245386881939446411</id><published>2009-05-28T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:57:00.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been crazy!&lt;br /&gt;these two past weeks ive been doing a lot of catching up&lt;br /&gt;with myself and old life&lt;br /&gt;that, perhaps i didnt miss that much like i thought&lt;br /&gt;i had, yes, some affairs to take care before i could go on&lt;br /&gt;and right now theres nothing more than thankfulness and clearing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;im starting to grow up, finally!&lt;br /&gt;fear is a word my personal dictionary doesnt have&lt;br /&gt;i might hurt some&lt;br /&gt;maybe one or  a couple of people&lt;br /&gt;but its part of reaching my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and i have to let go a lot of the old me&lt;br /&gt;im so happy this stupid crazy shit is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;cuz seriously!&lt;br /&gt;ive grown&lt;br /&gt;ive walked the first half of this path i decided to take&lt;br /&gt;no hard feelings&lt;br /&gt;no more drama&lt;br /&gt;baby, you know i like you big time&lt;br /&gt;but im going down&lt;br /&gt;and havent resolved some personal matters still&lt;br /&gt;just wanna hold you til the day is over&lt;br /&gt;and before the sun comes out&lt;br /&gt;ill be gone for good&lt;br /&gt;your damn own good&lt;br /&gt;this is business now&lt;br /&gt;real life&lt;br /&gt;putting aside my thoughts and feelings&lt;br /&gt;to show you nothing but my hard self&lt;br /&gt;my no -heart- no -love -to -give side&lt;br /&gt;if u are still down&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my new life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-8245386881939446411?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-7351231366634171363</id><published>2009-03-18T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:40:43.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOthings stopping me!</title><content type='html'>one more time ive realized&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing??&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with you makes me smaller&lt;br /&gt;it also makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;am i going in the right direction?&lt;br /&gt;it happens that all the paths have you as an end&lt;br /&gt;but i dont wanna go see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;you waste my time&lt;br /&gt;my life!&lt;br /&gt;i thought not having a phone for a week or two &lt;br /&gt;could make you go away and leave me the eff alone&lt;br /&gt;but no!&lt;br /&gt;you are always there and ull always be&lt;br /&gt;i am sure  now&lt;br /&gt;its not you&lt;br /&gt;its me!&lt;br /&gt;itll always be!&lt;br /&gt;im not regreting things&lt;br /&gt;everyday i learn something new for sure!&lt;br /&gt;and i become stronger&lt;br /&gt;now i can tell you face to face&lt;br /&gt;get out of my life!&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand to see ur face&lt;br /&gt;do u get it now?&lt;br /&gt;dont u ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-7351231366634171363?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7351231366634171363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=7351231366634171363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/7351231366634171363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/7351231366634171363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothings-stopping-me.html' title='NOthings stopping me!'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3366383452425471832</id><published>2009-02-28T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:11:14.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>casi</title><content type='html'>estas en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;pero resulta que yo siempre estoy lejos de ellas&lt;br /&gt;siempre escucho que te nombran&lt;br /&gt;el caso es que aun no te conozco bien&lt;br /&gt;a veces pienso que eres esa fuerza que me sostiene&lt;br /&gt;otras la que por al contrario me deja caer&lt;br /&gt;no se donde estas&lt;br /&gt;ni donde te puedo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;siempre que voy de ida tu estas de llegada&lt;br /&gt;esta inmensamente vacio&lt;br /&gt;el corazon que se cierra ante ti&lt;br /&gt;y es que  no hay vueltas atras&lt;br /&gt;solo una meta a donde llegar&lt;br /&gt;no te veo&lt;br /&gt;no te siento&lt;br /&gt;no me guias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el otro dia te vi pasar&lt;br /&gt;casi te dejo entrar&lt;br /&gt;pero este rencor es mas grande&lt;br /&gt;que el problema en si&lt;br /&gt;siempre complico las cosas al cuadrado&lt;br /&gt;nadie me entiende&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera yo misma&lt;br /&gt;mis emoiones cambian con el pasar de las horas&lt;br /&gt;y el color de mi ropa&lt;br /&gt;actuo repentinamente&lt;br /&gt;para hacer lo impresindible&lt;br /&gt;pero no  te oigo&lt;br /&gt;no te toco&lt;br /&gt;no me escuchas&lt;br /&gt;acaso si?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya estaba a punto de empezarte a amar&lt;br /&gt;me iba a dejar llevar&lt;br /&gt;cerrando mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;te senti al fondo&lt;br /&gt;me dio miedo seguir adelante con esto&lt;br /&gt;te bote&lt;br /&gt;me miraste&lt;br /&gt;no te dio gusto verme caer tan rapido&lt;br /&gt;aun asi no te puedo dejar entrar ahora&lt;br /&gt;todo esta tan confuso&lt;br /&gt;opaco y deteriorado&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas que aun tengo que enmendar&lt;br /&gt;no me he rendido&lt;br /&gt;no lo hare&lt;br /&gt;no me ire tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin ti no llegare a mas que un par  de ciudades mas alla&lt;br /&gt;tengo asuntos sin resolver &lt;br /&gt;mi mente todavia juega conmigo misma&lt;br /&gt;mi corazon esta de lado&lt;br /&gt;seras TU y nadie mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3366383452425471832?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-8205199847392710649</id><published>2008-11-29T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:02:16.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GGG</title><content type='html'>wow&lt;br /&gt;hace 10 anhos fue la 1ra vez que me gusto alguien mushisimo&lt;br /&gt;tanto q solia decir que estaba enamorada&lt;br /&gt;por supuesto q no lo estuve&lt;br /&gt;nunca lo he estado&lt;br /&gt;ojala algun dia pueda vivirlo para contarlo&lt;br /&gt;ayer cumple 24 anhazos&lt;br /&gt;y sigo sitiendome la chiquita insegura que lo cree poder todo&lt;br /&gt;con la unica diferencia que ahora lo reconozco&lt;br /&gt;y si!&lt;br /&gt;cambios es para gente madura e inteligente&lt;br /&gt;inteligente siempre fui, inmadura ya no quiero&lt;br /&gt;es tiempo de dejar ir la mala racha&lt;br /&gt;esta vez esta en mis manos alcanzar mis metas&lt;br /&gt;esta vez ya no hay tiempo para lamentarse&lt;br /&gt;soy muy dichosa de tener lo que tengo y no tengo&lt;br /&gt;nunca he apreciado lo que tengo&lt;br /&gt;y mirandome al espejo&lt;br /&gt;estoy llena de bendiciones&lt;br /&gt;mi sonrisa, mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;mi alma de ninha, sensible y feliz&lt;br /&gt;hay tanta gente que me rodea que merece mucho mas de lo que le he estado dando&lt;br /&gt;mi sobras ya no seran recicladas&lt;br /&gt;sino las tirare a la basura&lt;br /&gt;solo dare lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;me siento un pokito vieja &lt;br /&gt;pero con muchas ganas de terminar cosas que empece y no pude concluir por miedo&lt;br /&gt;dejare de pretender ser la persona que queria ser&lt;br /&gt;pero que nunca sere&lt;br /&gt;ya me di cuenta&lt;br /&gt;esta soy yo&lt;br /&gt;y me acepto&lt;br /&gt;me amo y esorty lista para amar&lt;br /&gt;dejare de pretender que soy invulnerable&lt;br /&gt;que no me afecta nada&lt;br /&gt;cuando en realidad todo lo hace&lt;br /&gt;esoty feliz por llegar hasta donde he llegado&lt;br /&gt;esoty harta de mentir&lt;br /&gt;y fingir sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;esoty harta de tomar lo ajeno y pretender que todo esta bien&lt;br /&gt;hay aun muchas cosas que me molestan&lt;br /&gt;cosas que lamentablemente se escapan de mis manos&lt;br /&gt;pero esta vez no me voy a rendir&lt;br /&gt;y voy a concluir lo que ya he decidido&lt;br /&gt;esoty tabn llena de ganas&lt;br /&gt;y ahora mas que nunca se a donde voy&lt;br /&gt;ya me libere&lt;br /&gt;comenzare de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;hablare mas lento caminare mas despacio&lt;br /&gt;pensare mas rapido, actuare a su debido tiempo&lt;br /&gt;gracias &lt;br /&gt;gracias&lt;br /&gt;gracias&lt;br /&gt;estoy muy agradecida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-8205199847392710649?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8205199847392710649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=8205199847392710649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8205199847392710649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8205199847392710649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/11/ggg.html' title='GGG'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3288445005383796158</id><published>2008-10-15T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:17:30.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that was awesome</title><content type='html'>you looked like in crack!&lt;br /&gt;you seemed stoned to death&lt;br /&gt;you looked stunning amazing in those skinny pants&lt;br /&gt;everything you do seemed right&lt;br /&gt;it was a good show&lt;br /&gt;you made it to the top &lt;br /&gt;im glad you are having the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;and you better be!!&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice getting to know you&lt;br /&gt;im still missing you every morning in my life&lt;br /&gt;every glimpse of you&lt;br /&gt;talking to me without saying a word&lt;br /&gt;advising me carefully without opening your mouth&lt;br /&gt;im sad im still dont know what to do with my life&lt;br /&gt;i regret we didnt get to exchange our lives complete stories&lt;br /&gt;even though i know you tried&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to sound right to you&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what words to use&lt;br /&gt;im still unsure &lt;br /&gt;and i miss you every morning&lt;br /&gt;your smile painting my notebooks with your name&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna introduce you to the real me yet&lt;br /&gt;the weight is too heavy to carry&lt;br /&gt;you are too innocent indeed&lt;br /&gt;you are more fragile than me perhaps&lt;br /&gt;you didnt have to do what ive done&lt;br /&gt;and you wont have to&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna protect you from the dangerous outside view&lt;br /&gt;you can stay there where you are&lt;br /&gt;like i always remember youll be&lt;br /&gt;and only God will provide me munitions &lt;br /&gt;till the end of this civil war inside my body&lt;br /&gt;that keeps telling me to put my hands up &lt;br /&gt;with a  white flag of surrender &lt;br /&gt;we'll see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3288445005383796158?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3288445005383796158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3288445005383796158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3288445005383796158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3288445005383796158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-was-awesome.html' title='that was awesome'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-1582402610641303542</id><published>2008-09-30T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:18:46.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tus manos</title><content type='html'>tus manos retienen mis ganas pesadas&lt;br /&gt;mis anhelos y ojos cansados&lt;br /&gt;me levantan para dejarme caer&lt;br /&gt;tus manos sostienen las mias &lt;br /&gt;que estan frias y arrugadas&lt;br /&gt;las llevan a todas partes&lt;br /&gt;pero nada parece familiar&lt;br /&gt;tus manos abrazan mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;aun asi no la convierte en alegria&lt;br /&gt;las dos juntas allanan mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;me traen la paz&lt;br /&gt;tus manos envuelven mis ansias&lt;br /&gt;sosiegan mi intranquilidad y secan&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos humedos&lt;br /&gt;tus manos me rozan el corazon&lt;br /&gt;y le quita las espinas &lt;br /&gt;me levantan el animo y suavizan mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;tus manos le añaden gracia a mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;una sonrisa a mi melancolia&lt;br /&gt;posee mi alma y se roba mi orgullo todo&lt;br /&gt;aparece la aurora y me trae de vuelta &lt;br /&gt;la voluntad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1582402610641303542?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1582402610641303542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=1582402610641303542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1582402610641303542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1582402610641303542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/tus-manos.html' title='tus manos'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5475427357051526099</id><published>2008-09-30T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:31:43.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nadie lo ve</title><content type='html'>nadie lo ve ni lo vera hasta que yo abra el ama&lt;br /&gt;nadie lo siente sin embargo lo presiente&lt;br /&gt;nadie se da cuenta pero intuyen algo&lt;br /&gt;nadie lo ve pero esta aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;mueriendose por salir a flote&lt;br /&gt;y que todos hagan algo&lt;br /&gt;pero nadie lo ve y esta presente&lt;br /&gt;nadie lo ve y no les pesa&lt;br /&gt;preguntas y mas preguntas sin respuetas objetivas&lt;br /&gt;palabras al viento y promesas hechas en vano&lt;br /&gt;nadie lo ve ni lo sabe&lt;br /&gt;y lo sabra solo hasta que yo lo diga&lt;br /&gt;nadie lo dice solo lo murmura&lt;br /&gt;me pesa a mi y a nadie mas&lt;br /&gt;nadie lo cree pero lo acepta&lt;br /&gt;es oscuro y aspero&lt;br /&gt;pero nadie lo puede ver ni lo ver&lt;br /&gt;hasta que yo lo muestre&lt;br /&gt;duele en el alma y pesa en la cara&lt;br /&gt;nadie lo espera pero es real&lt;br /&gt;mi realidad lo niega y lo esconde del resto&lt;br /&gt;nadie lo ve ni lo vera hasta que yo lo quiera&lt;br /&gt;quizas para ese entonces ya sea muy tarde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-5475427357051526099?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5475427357051526099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=5475427357051526099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5475427357051526099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5475427357051526099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/nadie-lo-ve.html' title='nadie lo ve'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3353079234734525151</id><published>2008-09-14T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:49:58.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y que?</title><content type='html'>que si termino clases en diciembre&lt;br /&gt;me graduo y le pongo fin o mas bien un comienzo&lt;br /&gt;a esta nueva carrera que decidi seguir,&lt;br /&gt;una mas de mis metas&lt;br /&gt;y travesias en mi loca juventud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que mas viene?&lt;br /&gt;trabajar en un gimnasio&lt;br /&gt;dictar clases de aerobicos&lt;br /&gt;cambiar vidas y looks a mis clientes&lt;br /&gt;entrenarlos para sentirse mejor consigo mismos&lt;br /&gt;'y quien entrena mi alma desolada en algun rincon de mi cuerto a oscuras&lt;br /&gt;quien le dice que pasos seguir y a donde ir&lt;br /&gt;por ahora solo se que llegare a algun lado&lt;br /&gt;el destino no lo se&lt;br /&gt;pero no me puedo quedar esperando la respuesta anaerobicamente&lt;br /&gt;estoy llegando&lt;br /&gt;inciertamente a alguna parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada ni nadie me satisface&lt;br /&gt;soy dura y  tanto como testaruda&lt;br /&gt;ciega tanto como sorda,&lt;br /&gt;veo lo que quiero y no escucho a nadie mas que a mi misma&lt;br /&gt;esrtoy llegando, sola como me caracterizo&lt;br /&gt;pero yendo a algun parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ojala fuera mas facil es estar satisfecha conmigo misma&lt;br /&gt;el dar y no esperar nada cambio&lt;br /&gt;arriesgar a ganar y no mirar hacia atras&lt;br /&gt;inevitablemente he tropezado con la misma piedra mas de una vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que si no se cual es mi camino?&lt;br /&gt;por ahora no me puedo deterner hasta la meta&lt;br /&gt;me cuesta no rendirme &lt;br /&gt;y no me echo para atras tan facilmente&lt;br /&gt;tercamente levantare la cabeza cada vez que me caiga&lt;br /&gt;buscare la salida si es que ella no se me presenta antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que si aun no me rindo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3353079234734525151?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3353079234734525151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3353079234734525151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3353079234734525151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3353079234734525151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/09/y-que.html' title='y que?'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-1357352252532726610</id><published>2008-07-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:23:57.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a solas</title><content type='html'>se me olvido el celular en la cartera de mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;estoy completamente sola&lt;br /&gt;frente al monitor&lt;br /&gt;mis dedos pegados a las teclas&lt;br /&gt;sedienta por hundirme en las calles sangrientas de nueva york&lt;br /&gt;sola, solita, solo yo y el internet&lt;br /&gt;y es q?, como cambian las cosas&lt;br /&gt;si no tuviera un celular &lt;br /&gt;quizas hubiera leido mas libros&lt;br /&gt;y tendria mas neuronas... &lt;br /&gt;sin celular un sabado en la noche despues del trabajo,&lt;br /&gt;me convierto en la persona mas anonima del mundo&lt;br /&gt;y me pregunto mil veces&lt;br /&gt;quien habra llamado o texteado&lt;br /&gt;quien me extranhara mas&lt;br /&gt;quien no se habra acordado de mi&lt;br /&gt;y ni siquiera se enterara que me quede sin celular por una noche&lt;br /&gt;y me pregunto que debe estar haciendo el resto&lt;br /&gt;esos que comparten la misma filosofia&lt;br /&gt;pero que no se parecen nada a mi&lt;br /&gt;son todos tan raros y ajenos a mi...&lt;br /&gt;soy la unica normal en este planeta&lt;br /&gt;ellos son los raros e inconformes&lt;br /&gt;me han hecho creer que yo lo soy&lt;br /&gt;quizas no necesite de un celular nunca mas&lt;br /&gt;una guitarra y mi voz&lt;br /&gt;una armonica y aliento&lt;br /&gt;me bastarian para perderme en una isla y estar alejada de los raros terrestres&lt;br /&gt;y no puedo creer q sea sabado&lt;br /&gt;y este en casa&lt;br /&gt;sola y alejada del resto&lt;br /&gt;guardandome la memoria que me resta&lt;br /&gt;y haciendome agua la boca por un bebida&lt;br /&gt;en una noche tan caliente y prometedora&lt;br /&gt;me cuesta creer que este en casa&lt;br /&gt;comingo mi soledad y yo&lt;br /&gt;manana seguro me contaran mil cuentos de lo que esta pasando&lt;br /&gt;en estos momentos&lt;br /&gt;quizas me ahorre unos dolares&lt;br /&gt;un par de notas desafinadas&lt;br /&gt;y energia que me sobra&lt;br /&gt;pero las cosas pasan por algo&lt;br /&gt;y la soledad me quita el suenho&lt;br /&gt;la esperanza y la ropa&lt;br /&gt;manana que ya es hoy&lt;br /&gt;me mantendre al tanto de que esta pasando y paso&lt;br /&gt;q calor!, en casa acompanhando a mi persona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1357352252532726610?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-4890108316334325692</id><published>2008-07-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:56:09.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILUSION</title><content type='html'>todo fue una ilusion&lt;br /&gt;estaba en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;nunca paso nada y nunca pasara&lt;br /&gt;lo cree&lt;br /&gt;queria sentirme querida&lt;br /&gt;todo paso ante mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;me cegue&lt;br /&gt;no queria ver&lt;br /&gt;veia lo que queria o escuchaba lo que me convenia&lt;br /&gt;nunca paso&lt;br /&gt;todo estaba en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;yo lo cree&lt;br /&gt;tergiversaba todo lo que me decian&lt;br /&gt;para creer en esto&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca paso nada ni pasara&lt;br /&gt;yo lo  manipule&lt;br /&gt;me deje llevar&lt;br /&gt;ahora que ya se acerca agosto&lt;br /&gt;el comienzo de algo que quiero terminar&lt;br /&gt;me alejare de ti&lt;br /&gt;de todos los que siempre te rodean&lt;br /&gt;para poder parar de pensar lo que me conviene&lt;br /&gt;lo que quiero y quisiera&lt;br /&gt;pero el fin esta llegando&lt;br /&gt;y ya no estaras en mi mente 24 horas de dia&lt;br /&gt;ya no me dire que hiciste algo&lt;br /&gt;o dejaste de hacerlo por mi&lt;br /&gt;ya no dire que tienes verguenza o eres timido&lt;br /&gt;es simplemente que no es&lt;br /&gt;no es y nunca sera&lt;br /&gt;y lp acepto&lt;br /&gt;volvere a la realidad&lt;br /&gt;a veces se me olvida aterrizar de largos suenhos&lt;br /&gt;me cuesta mantenerme alerta de lo que realmente pasa&lt;br /&gt;vivo sonhando&lt;br /&gt;pero esta historia ha llegado a su final&lt;br /&gt;debo volver a donde pertenezco y dejar de molestarte&lt;br /&gt;es tiempo de cambiar mi rumbo&lt;br /&gt;la juerga se ha hecho vieja&lt;br /&gt;mi tiempo se fue cotigo&lt;br /&gt;de vuelta a casa&lt;br /&gt;desilusionada pero mas despierta&lt;br /&gt;me volvio a pasar lo que en el colegio&lt;br /&gt;pero esta sera la ultima vez q pasa&lt;br /&gt;buena suerte&lt;br /&gt;mi vida sigue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-4890108316334325692?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4890108316334325692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=4890108316334325692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4890108316334325692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4890108316334325692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/ilusion.html' title='ILUSION'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-4814592477784482037</id><published>2008-07-10T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:18:47.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO!</title><content type='html'>dont come closer&lt;br /&gt;cuz i would bite you&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;dont talk to the others&lt;br /&gt;cuz i could hit them&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;dont explain things to me&lt;br /&gt;just do them&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;dont ask for permission&lt;br /&gt;just come inside i wont bother&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;say only what i wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;dont leave alone&lt;br /&gt;cuz i want you to be all over me&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;hes nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;i just found him attractive &lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;dont say you love me&lt;br /&gt;just make it happen&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;im telling you &lt;br /&gt;i dont care about him&lt;br /&gt;you are my number one&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;dont let me go&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be right back&lt;br /&gt;i promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-4814592477784482037?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4814592477784482037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=4814592477784482037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4814592477784482037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4814592477784482037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/07/no.html' title='NO!'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5628902638338933670</id><published>2008-07-06T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:44:17.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gente como yo</title><content type='html'>las personas como yo no sienten&lt;br /&gt;son de fierro y solo viven el presente&lt;br /&gt;las personas como yo lo niegan todo&lt;br /&gt;no se dejan convencer con promesas&lt;br /&gt;son complicadas y no entienden la simplicidad de la cosas&lt;br /&gt;la gente como yo grita mucho&lt;br /&gt;esta amarga por dentro porque no conocen nada&lt;br /&gt;las personas como yo solo lloran de noche o cuando esta muy oscuro&lt;br /&gt;porque en el dia se esconden&lt;br /&gt;las personas como yo no entienden de amor ni comparten&lt;br /&gt;el mundo es uno y solo de ellos&lt;br /&gt;no saben decir la verdad y le atrae lo oculto&lt;br /&gt;lo quieren saber todo para no perderse de nada&lt;br /&gt;estan inconformes y llenos de ganas&lt;br /&gt;la gente como yo no cree en nadie ni en si mismos&lt;br /&gt;bailan y cantan para no pensar tanto&lt;br /&gt;gritan y alto para no escuchar al resto&lt;br /&gt;ni ver lo que no quieren&lt;br /&gt;quieren todo y no tienen nada&lt;br /&gt;esconden la mirada tras gafas oscuran&lt;br /&gt;y se rien del mas debil&lt;br /&gt;la gente como yo no nacio para amar&lt;br /&gt;solo para ser amado&lt;br /&gt;y cuando no lo son lo lamentan&lt;br /&gt;las personas como yo estan llenas de caretas&lt;br /&gt;aquellas que usan dependiendo de la ocasion&lt;br /&gt;las personas como yo no sienten dolor&lt;br /&gt;solo alegria&lt;br /&gt;creen estar felices cuando solo estan amargados&lt;br /&gt;la gente como yo habla mucho y hace poco&lt;br /&gt;duerme de dia y sale de noche&lt;br /&gt;personas como yo hay en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;sobre todo en los lugares mas poblados y de lujo&lt;br /&gt;gente como yo no pide perdon&lt;br /&gt;solo da las gracias&lt;br /&gt;simpre tiene en la cabeza una melodia que los entrtengan&lt;br /&gt;les gusta los idiomas y la multiculturidad &lt;br /&gt;gente como yo esta ciega ante la inmundicia&lt;br /&gt;solo ve lo que le conviene y le favorece&lt;br /&gt;personas como yo viste con colores&lt;br /&gt;los mas nitidos y encendidos para resaltar ante el resto&lt;br /&gt;gente como yo considera todo complicado &lt;br /&gt;y se va por la tangente &lt;br /&gt;las personas como yo ven con lo ojos cerrados&lt;br /&gt;y solo presienten&lt;br /&gt;gente como yo se encierra y no les gusta ser observadas cuando duermen&lt;br /&gt;se cubren el corazon con espinas &lt;br /&gt;y la cabeza con flores&lt;br /&gt;gente como yo espera&lt;br /&gt;espera y no hace nada&lt;br /&gt;se queda esperando y se moja con la lluvia en dias nublados&lt;br /&gt;personas como yo respiran rapido&lt;br /&gt;y pestanhean despacio&lt;br /&gt;gente como yo hay muchas, pero no se conocen entre ellas&lt;br /&gt;gente como yo tiende a la soledad&lt;br /&gt;y no les desespera&lt;br /&gt;les gusta su aislacion pero se quejan de ella&lt;br /&gt;gente como yo se rie de cosas tontas&lt;br /&gt;porque no entienden las otras&lt;br /&gt;gente como yo espera&lt;br /&gt;y se queda esperando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-5628902638338933670?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-501078365323247029</id><published>2008-06-29T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:07:35.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im fucking high school! what the fuck are you?</title><content type='html'>I cant look at you anymore&lt;br /&gt;we wont cross paths &lt;br /&gt;we wont kiss in the mouth&lt;br /&gt;we wont dream about love&lt;br /&gt;it was maybe something i did&lt;br /&gt;or something you couldnt do&lt;br /&gt;but its over&lt;br /&gt;and i respect that&lt;br /&gt;and i hate myself for not being able to get you&lt;br /&gt;ill wish you luck&lt;br /&gt;NY is not the right city to find what i thought i could look for there&lt;br /&gt;neither to give it&lt;br /&gt;its cool&lt;br /&gt;im cold now&lt;br /&gt;ive seen it all&lt;br /&gt;all i expected from you&lt;br /&gt;you are there&lt;br /&gt;too bad that its not for me&lt;br /&gt;ill get over it &lt;br /&gt;you wont care&lt;br /&gt;nothing will change&lt;br /&gt;maybe our souls &lt;br /&gt;for different people&lt;br /&gt;in different places&lt;br /&gt;with smiley faces to pretend nothing happend&lt;br /&gt;and nothing will&lt;br /&gt;it was maybe someting i said&lt;br /&gt;or something u didnt&lt;br /&gt;but its cool&lt;br /&gt;my heart cooled down already&lt;br /&gt;i have no feelings for you any longer than this&lt;br /&gt;it was maybe something  wasnt supposed to happen&lt;br /&gt;or u didnt mean to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;my heart got hard&lt;br /&gt;its frozen again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-501078365323247029?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/501078365323247029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=501078365323247029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/501078365323247029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/501078365323247029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-fucking-high-school-what-fuck-are.html' title='im fucking high school! what the fuck are you?'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-1296711760289974156</id><published>2008-06-26T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:21:56.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no razon, motivo  o circunstancia</title><content type='html'>por que sigo pensando que estas hecho para mi si no me miras?&lt;br /&gt;por que tengo la idea de que algun dia sera si nunca me has dicho nada al respecto?&lt;br /&gt;por que guardo la esperanza de que algun dia me lo diras si jamas me has besado?&lt;br /&gt;hay tantas preguntas que rondan mi cabeza a las que me gustaria les dieras respuesta&lt;br /&gt;pero no me atrevo&lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo de que me lo niegues&lt;br /&gt;tengo temor a tu rechazo y a mi orgullo mezquino&lt;br /&gt;que si me rompes el corazon quizas nunca lo pueda pegar&lt;br /&gt;que si me equivoco nunca mas podre apostar a ganar&lt;br /&gt;pero tu lo presientes&lt;br /&gt;yo se que lo sientes&lt;br /&gt;pero si no hablas es porque no soy correspondida&lt;br /&gt;y me duele&lt;br /&gt;y me averguenzo de no tener las agallas de ir hacia ti y decir&lt;br /&gt;gritando y mirandote a los ojos  que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;que si ni tan solo conocer tus defectos&lt;br /&gt;estarias dispuesta a jugarmelas por ti&lt;br /&gt;para que me puedas exprimir todo el amor que llevo dentro y al que nadie le ha sabido dar uso&lt;br /&gt;hay tanto en mi adentro por descubrir&lt;br /&gt;que ni una sola vida te alcanzaria para saberlo&lt;br /&gt;si me das la mano y me llevas a cualquier parte o a todas&lt;br /&gt;yo asentire sin hesitar &lt;br /&gt;podemos bañarnos en la lluvia y empaparnos de amor&lt;br /&gt;correr en la playa y derretir nuestros corazones&lt;br /&gt;escodernos en el bosque y encontrar nuestras almas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;no se como decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;tampoco como mostrartelo&lt;br /&gt;pero si tu me das luz verde&lt;br /&gt;prometo entrar e irme solo cuando tu me lo pidas&lt;br /&gt;los dias pasan&lt;br /&gt;y mis ganas locas de besarte se hacen mas intensas&lt;br /&gt;sin haberme dado ninguna, razon, motivo o circunstancia ya siento que te puedo amar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1296711760289974156?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1296711760289974156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=1296711760289974156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1296711760289974156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1296711760289974156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-razon-motivo-o-circunstancia.html' title='no razon, motivo  o circunstancia'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3838820978098575117</id><published>2008-06-19T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:46:26.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>en que estoy pesando??</title><content type='html'>pienso mucho las cosas&lt;br /&gt;las pienso una dos hasta tres veces&lt;br /&gt;y aun asi no hago nada&lt;br /&gt;como por ejemplo ayer en la noche&lt;br /&gt;conoci al hermano gemelo del chico que me ha quitado el suenho&lt;br /&gt;por unas semanas&lt;br /&gt;y es que si&lt;br /&gt;por una semanas porque &lt;br /&gt;no encuentro a nadie mas q me guste&lt;br /&gt;porque soy muy complicada&lt;br /&gt;porque veo las cosas desde mil puntos de vista&lt;br /&gt;menos desde el mio&lt;br /&gt;porque lo he perdido&lt;br /&gt;y a quien le importa como me siento&lt;br /&gt;o que es lo que pienso&lt;br /&gt;a quien le pregunto por respuestas&lt;br /&gt;quien sabe que esta bien o mal?&lt;br /&gt;me hundo en una arena movediza que yo misma he creado&lt;br /&gt;y que no me deja salir a ka realidad&lt;br /&gt;por temor&lt;br /&gt;porque ser toda una mujer ya no es tan divertido&lt;br /&gt;te beso no te beso?&lt;br /&gt;que me vean todos o me escondo?&lt;br /&gt;te digo lo que pienso o me lo guardo?&lt;br /&gt;mi cabeza esta llena de mierda&lt;br /&gt;que no me deja ver mas alla de mis creencias&lt;br /&gt;que creen ser las mejores&lt;br /&gt;pero ni yo me la creo&lt;br /&gt;quiero vivir&lt;br /&gt;zurrarme en la cara del mundo&lt;br /&gt;hasta cuando?&lt;br /&gt;en que estoy pensando&lt;br /&gt;ya no quiero pensar mas&lt;br /&gt;quiero actuar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3838820978098575117?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3838820978098575117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3838820978098575117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3838820978098575117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3838820978098575117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/en-que-estoy-pesando.html' title='en que estoy pesando??'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-4643476189621998288</id><published>2008-06-18T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:16:57.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things happen for a reason</title><content type='html'>i got fired&lt;br /&gt;yes i did&lt;br /&gt;and im happy&lt;br /&gt;cuz i believe this is gonna be another new beginning &lt;br /&gt;im done with new jersey&lt;br /&gt;i need to move out&lt;br /&gt;things happen for a reason and i couldnt be stronger&lt;br /&gt;it sucks that ive lost my day&lt;br /&gt;and not even get the tip i made&lt;br /&gt;fuck that bullshit&lt;br /&gt;fuck them all&lt;br /&gt;i know this is good&lt;br /&gt;thats why i havent dropped  a tear ...yet&lt;br /&gt;new york city will be&lt;br /&gt;im ready&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it&lt;br /&gt;ill talk to you when im there!&lt;br /&gt;sandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-4643476189621998288?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4643476189621998288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=4643476189621998288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4643476189621998288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4643476189621998288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-happen-for-reason.html' title='things happen for a reason'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-438191483304002232</id><published>2008-06-15T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:29:25.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMor para dar</title><content type='html'>Tengo mucho que decir&lt;br /&gt;poco que guardar&lt;br /&gt;y mucho amor para dar&lt;br /&gt;si me das luz verde puedo entrar&lt;br /&gt;si me abres el alma te puedo amar&lt;br /&gt;hay muchas cosas que no se de ti&lt;br /&gt;pero las intuyo&lt;br /&gt;hay tanto por saber de mi&lt;br /&gt;si es que me dejas hablar&lt;br /&gt;no se si sera&lt;br /&gt;no se si esta supuesto a ser&lt;br /&gt;este verano me enloquece la idea de nosotros&lt;br /&gt;de lo que podria ser&lt;br /&gt;si tu dejas que pase&lt;br /&gt;no voy te voy a apresurar&lt;br /&gt;ni pedirte que lo dejes todo&lt;br /&gt;talvez si con el tiempo te das cuenta &lt;br /&gt;que un nosotros podria existir&lt;br /&gt;yo si lo dejo&lt;br /&gt;no te pido que me bajes una estrella &lt;br /&gt;o luna&lt;br /&gt;si me robas mas de una sonrisa &lt;br /&gt;me basta para empezar&lt;br /&gt;preguntame que me gusta&lt;br /&gt;mi credo y yo te digo el resto&lt;br /&gt;dime que tu tambien lo presientes&lt;br /&gt;dime que las cosas pasan por algo&lt;br /&gt;y que esto esta a punto de pasar&lt;br /&gt;hace calor y tu me calientas mas&lt;br /&gt;es una  noche oscura pero tu recuerdo &lt;br /&gt;me aclara el animo&lt;br /&gt;si no hay mas vuelta que darle a esto&lt;br /&gt;bueno, SI&lt;br /&gt;ME gustas mucho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-438191483304002232?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/438191483304002232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=438191483304002232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/438191483304002232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/438191483304002232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/06/amor-para-dar.html' title='AMor para dar'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-4728532547055134230</id><published>2008-05-20T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:58:43.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day is a new beginning!</title><content type='html'>Ugh! everything seems the same, nothing seems to change at all!&lt;br /&gt;and im exhausted of being hopeless so i decided to not stop believing&lt;br /&gt;"as it would be so easy", but yeah, i cant be apathetic with all the blessings i am surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;its hard to start over again, its hard when i feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;i like my solitude and i can enjoy time with myself&lt;br /&gt;but its been a long while since i feel loved by someone i want &lt;br /&gt;perhaps i ought to leave my pride aside and recognize i cant make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;im not a super girl&lt;br /&gt;im too far from having super powers&lt;br /&gt;start all over again, try to accept this fucked up reality God has decided for me&lt;br /&gt;it is, maybe the hard way i need to learn my lessons for being such a bad girl&lt;br /&gt;im getting used to the dirt where im living in &lt;br /&gt;its already "tomorrow" and i have great expectations&lt;br /&gt;hours are passing by, im fearless, content and renewed &lt;br /&gt;come sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;blind my eyes, heat my heart up!!&lt;br /&gt;good news, its all i will hear =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-4728532547055134230?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3758641749318525468</id><published>2008-05-17T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T02:05:36.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NO!, no se quien eres&lt;br /&gt;o seras&lt;br /&gt;pero todo siempre me detiene ante ti&lt;br /&gt;y no se quien eres&lt;br /&gt;pero me hace caer ante ti&lt;br /&gt;y me guardo&lt;br /&gt;y me recato ante el q diran&lt;br /&gt;por ti&lt;br /&gt;por nosotros&lt;br /&gt;porque se que vas a venir&lt;br /&gt;y cuidarme ante mi fragilidad&lt;br /&gt;mi debilidad ante las cosas que me hacen danho&lt;br /&gt;y aun no se dond eestas&lt;br /&gt;pero yo se que vas a vebir y no te conozco&lt;br /&gt;y una lagrima rodea mi mejilla&lt;br /&gt;porq hay esperanza&lt;br /&gt;y yo lucho contra ella para no tenerla porque siempre me resulta lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;pero no puedo contener el llanto&lt;br /&gt;porque quiero decirlo&lt;br /&gt;me callo tanto cuando no deberia&lt;br /&gt;porq soy muy fragil&lt;br /&gt;y no me quiero romper&lt;br /&gt;pero tengo que correr el riesgo&lt;br /&gt;dejame ser no m impidas ser lo que quiero&lt;br /&gt;tengo tanto q decir&lt;br /&gt;pero no puedo&lt;br /&gt;no me calles&lt;br /&gt;lo quiero decir&lt;br /&gt;pero una lagrima esta rodando por mi mejilla&lt;br /&gt;y me oo impide&lt;br /&gt;y no puedo decirte todo&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;lo que  kiero deicr&lt;br /&gt;lo tengo que decir&lt;br /&gt;pero se hace tarde&lt;br /&gt;me twngo q callar&lt;br /&gt;debo hacrlo &lt;br /&gt;es mejor asi&lt;br /&gt;ahora&lt;br /&gt;por ti&lt;br /&gt;por nosotros&lt;br /&gt;yo te entiendo&lt;br /&gt;y quiero verte feliz&lt;br /&gt;realizado, solo &lt;br /&gt;con todo lo que tu necesitas para sonreir&lt;br /&gt;sin mi y todo lo que te hace feliz&lt;br /&gt;dejame ir&lt;br /&gt;vas a estar mejor asi&lt;br /&gt;es como tiene que ser&lt;br /&gt;no me necesitas&lt;br /&gt;dejalo ir&lt;br /&gt;ahi me tendras para cuando kieras&lt;br /&gt;no pretendas algo q no es&lt;br /&gt;o no podra ser&lt;br /&gt;todo saldra bien&lt;br /&gt;lo dejaremos ir&lt;br /&gt;estaremos bine&lt;br /&gt;tu estas bien&lt;br /&gt;te dejo ir&lt;br /&gt;soy muy debil&lt;br /&gt;sigue tu camino&lt;br /&gt;ahi nos veremos&lt;br /&gt;si Dios quiere&lt;br /&gt;aqui esperare pero ve con calma... &lt;br /&gt;algo siempre me dice que seguiras ahi&lt;br /&gt;si Dios quiere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3758641749318525468?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3758641749318525468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3758641749318525468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3758641749318525468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3758641749318525468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-no-se-quien-eres-o-seras-pero-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6580847574117599264</id><published>2008-04-23T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:53:45.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIEMPO DE VOLAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/SBAhddn4d-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/y9dvXL9QLXI/s1600-h/IMG_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/SBAhddn4d-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/y9dvXL9QLXI/s400/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192687160410011618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moviendo cosas, ropa, zapatos y recuerdos me han hecho preguntarme una vez mas en donde estoy.&lt;br /&gt;Me han hecho darme cuenta tambien de que el tiempo pasa rapidisimo, que soy una compradora compulsiva y que nadie ha pasado por tantos estilos de vestir mas que yo!&lt;br /&gt;He encontrado de todo, carteras de todas los materiales, marcas, colores y años.&lt;br /&gt;Cada cosa me devuelve a una etapa de mi residencia en America.&lt;br /&gt;He pasado por todos los colores y cortes de cabello que alguien se pueda imaginar, de gorda-llenita a flaca-voluptuosa, de usar una cartera que vale 10 dolares a usar otra q vale mas de 30 veces ese precio.&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que cargando y movilizando de aqui para alla mi desorden organizado que solo yo entiendo, me estoy preguntando que es lo que sigue, con tanto cambio y novedad ya no se me ocurre que es lo que sigue.&lt;br /&gt;Por una parte me siento la adolescente de 23 añotes a la que su mama le sigue dando ordenes y ayudandola con su desorden "organizado" como yo lo llamo. Por la otra, me siento toda una mujer la cual ha pasado por mucho dentro de su poca experciencia en ciertas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;La realidad es, esoty lista para abrir las alas y partir. Sigo siendo esa niñota a la que todo el mundo le ayuda para no tropezar con la misma piedra, pero hay cosas que son dificiles de aprender y que a veces se necesitan hasta 3 caidas para saber que a la proxima si sera leccion aprendida.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito empezar todo de nuevo y por mi misma. Es tiempo de abrirle el alma a la bohemia vida con la que Nueva York me ha estado tentando ya hace mucho. &lt;br /&gt;Y si es asi que debo salir de aca para descubrirme un poco mas, como sera el final?, sera solo una etapa mas, aun tengo mis sueños de niña catolica buena, uno de ellos es el de encontrar a mi principe azul que me querrera tal y como soy y con el que tendre una enorme casa y mil niños corriendo en ella. &lt;br /&gt;Es el momento, ahorrar un poco mas de dinero para empezar por mi misma y con el apoyo de los que me quieren, la ciudad sera, y ni siquiera me puedo imaginar quien cocinara o me hara el laundry.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa volando y si no me apuro voy a tener que vivir con mis padres hasta que tenga casi cuarenta años y algun desesperado me rescate de las garras de la mentalidad de mis progenitores que tanto amo.&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo de huir y volar en busca de mis nuevas metas y mis locas ganas de vivir al maximo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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VOLAR'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/SBAhddn4d-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/y9dvXL9QLXI/s72-c/IMG_3762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-2901511796565268429</id><published>2008-04-09T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T02:32:52.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no siento nada</title><content type='html'>no siento nada de nada&lt;br /&gt;nada por nadie ni por mi misma&lt;br /&gt;no siento nada&lt;br /&gt;soy un objeto&lt;br /&gt;con funciones&lt;br /&gt;cosas q hacer porq tengo q&lt;br /&gt;no siento nada&lt;br /&gt;y ni me interesa sentirlo&lt;br /&gt;escuchar musica para cantar&lt;br /&gt;y dejar de pensar en nada&lt;br /&gt;escribir porq me kita el imsomnio&lt;br /&gt;sonreir porq no me se otra pose&lt;br /&gt;leer para ser parte de alguna conversacion interesante&lt;br /&gt;que ni me interesa del todo&lt;br /&gt;beber porq el trago me relaja&lt;br /&gt;a veces me pone horny&lt;br /&gt;y estar horny para creer q el sexo me traera satisfaccion&lt;br /&gt;pero no siento nada&lt;br /&gt;por nadie ni por nada&lt;br /&gt;vacio es todo lo que me rodea&lt;br /&gt;pero nada me rodea porq estoy sola&lt;br /&gt;sin ganas de sentir nada&lt;br /&gt;no puedo ver nada tampoco&lt;br /&gt;todo es invisible&lt;br /&gt;esperanza es una palabra&lt;br /&gt;con el sinonimo de desilusion&lt;br /&gt;no siento nada&lt;br /&gt;y ni tengo ganas de sentir algo&lt;br /&gt;soy de fierro&lt;br /&gt;soy de piedra&lt;br /&gt;de cemento esta cubierto el organo q me mantiene con existencia&lt;br /&gt;zombie porq estoy depierta&lt;br /&gt;pero parece q duermo&lt;br /&gt;y he dormido por anhos&lt;br /&gt;me pierdo de todo&lt;br /&gt;porq nada me atrae&lt;br /&gt;nada me provoca&lt;br /&gt;nada me hace bien&lt;br /&gt;nada me hace danho&lt;br /&gt;el blues suena&lt;br /&gt;mi oidos no oyen&lt;br /&gt;las flores huelen &lt;br /&gt;mi olfato no las percibe&lt;br /&gt;mi fe es un cofre roto q dejo caer los tesoros q poseia&lt;br /&gt;mi cara  no es agradable&lt;br /&gt;ni tampoco desagradable&lt;br /&gt;mis rasgos son indefinidos&lt;br /&gt;si me miro al espejo&lt;br /&gt;solo es una cara&lt;br /&gt;no se de quien&lt;br /&gt;ni a quien se parece&lt;br /&gt;mis manos &lt;br /&gt;son dedos de diferentes tamanhos&lt;br /&gt;con unhas largas y cortas&lt;br /&gt;no tienen rumbo&lt;br /&gt;no tienen proposito&lt;br /&gt;mis pies caminan a veces lento&lt;br /&gt;otras mas rapido&lt;br /&gt;pero no van a ninguna parte&lt;br /&gt;solo se paran para observar algo que&lt;br /&gt;no diferencio&lt;br /&gt;no siento nada&lt;br /&gt;veo la noche convertirse en dia&lt;br /&gt;no siento nada y no me pesa&lt;br /&gt;no siento ni quiero sentir&lt;br /&gt;todo da igual&lt;br /&gt;no hay bien ni hay mal&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-2901511796565268429?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2901511796565268429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=2901511796565268429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2901511796565268429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2901511796565268429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-siento-nada.html' title='no siento nada'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3742452304365960515</id><published>2008-03-30T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:48:37.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jode crecer</title><content type='html'>pienso mucho&lt;br /&gt;anhelo mas!&lt;br /&gt;tengp tantas cosas q escribit&lt;br /&gt;mucho por contar&lt;br /&gt;pero cuando me siento frente al teclado&lt;br /&gt;todo se me va de la mente&lt;br /&gt;se pone en blanco&lt;br /&gt;tantas cosas q decir&lt;br /&gt;como por ejemplo q tengo un pekenho dolor en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;y no se por q&lt;br /&gt;creo q mas bien es un vacio&lt;br /&gt;mucha diversion&lt;br /&gt;pocas conclusion&lt;br /&gt;mucha confusion&lt;br /&gt;pocas decisiones&lt;br /&gt;y kien diria&lt;br /&gt;tan feliz q parezco&lt;br /&gt;tan prometedora&lt;br /&gt;si miro a mi izquierda&lt;br /&gt;veo tras la mampara el mar&lt;br /&gt;palmeras&lt;br /&gt;edificios enormes&lt;br /&gt;gente bonita q parece estar contenta&lt;br /&gt;si miro a mi derecha&lt;br /&gt;una cama&lt;br /&gt;mi hermana durmiendo en ella&lt;br /&gt;mi realidad&lt;br /&gt;mis raices&lt;br /&gt;mi orgullo &lt;br /&gt;mi pena y mi indecision&lt;br /&gt;mi temor tambien&lt;br /&gt;soy muy fragil&lt;br /&gt;y siempre lo he sido&lt;br /&gt;detesto ser grande&lt;br /&gt;detesto tener q adaptarme a la realidad&lt;br /&gt;la vida pesa&lt;br /&gt;y a mis 23 no se nada de nada&lt;br /&gt;no se que hacer para vivir&lt;br /&gt;no se como vivir para morir en paz&lt;br /&gt;estoy lejos de casa&lt;br /&gt;dandome unas "merecidas vacaciones"&lt;br /&gt;vacaciones de q?&lt;br /&gt;si el unico oficio q tengo es el de ddivertirme lo mas q pueda en corto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;he venido aki  y lo sigo haciendo&lt;br /&gt;pero me da temor&lt;br /&gt;la vida pesa y me esta pesando&lt;br /&gt;mi madre&lt;br /&gt;mi padre&lt;br /&gt;mi familia?&lt;br /&gt;ahora es solo tangible en una foto del ayer&lt;br /&gt;cuanto quisiera volver por un segundo al volskwagen escarabajo rojo del ochentaitantos&lt;br /&gt;mirar adelante y ver a mi padre manejando&lt;br /&gt;cantanto alyo algun tema de los beatles. bee gees o beach boys&lt;br /&gt;a su lado mi madre&lt;br /&gt;tan sencilla&lt;br /&gt;madura&lt;br /&gt;decidida&lt;br /&gt;atras yo,&lt;br /&gt;en el medio porq soy la menor y no tengo derecho a ventanas&lt;br /&gt;de un lado mi hermano oliver&lt;br /&gt;metiendome lapos sin dejar q mis papas lo vean&lt;br /&gt;y yo gritandole a ellos q me estan flagelando en el asiento trasero sin q nadie lo note&lt;br /&gt;a mi otro lado pame&lt;br /&gt;la ninha ninhito que nos comanda y la de las grandes ideas&lt;br /&gt;a la q seguimos porq sabemos q su plan es el mas divertido y atrevido&lt;br /&gt;nos reta a q no podremos hacer lo q se le acaba de ocurros&lt;br /&gt;nosotros tenemos q asentir porq es parte de ser un ninho grande seguir retos&lt;br /&gt;y yo con 6 anhos ya me creo experimentada en alborotos y azanahs&lt;br /&gt;ay carajo!&lt;br /&gt;q bonito es ser ninho&lt;br /&gt;tener a todos de tu lado&lt;br /&gt;y conocer solo el lado bueno de las cosas&lt;br /&gt;no quiero crecer&lt;br /&gt;me jode ser grandee&lt;br /&gt;me jode tener q ver con los ojos abiertos y el alma encogida&lt;br /&gt;me jode ya no ser una ninah&lt;br /&gt;me jode el periodo  y mi acne q no se va&lt;br /&gt;me jode la enfermedad e inmundicia q veo&lt;br /&gt;me jode no poder ser sincera como lo era cuando ninha&lt;br /&gt;me jode q se me haya agotado la inocencia&lt;br /&gt;me jode saber cosas q no quisiera&lt;br /&gt;me jode tener q ser yo la q decide y hace&lt;br /&gt;me jode haberme convertido en esto&lt;br /&gt;y vivir en un remolino del q no puedo salir&lt;br /&gt;por el momento&lt;br /&gt;me jode q casi ya no recuerde bien la cara de mis abuelos&lt;br /&gt;me jode q se hayan hecho mas viejos&lt;br /&gt;me jode haber subido 15 libras en menos de 2 meses&lt;br /&gt;me jode ser medio bipolar&lt;br /&gt;me jode haber gastado 150 bucks en esa casakita harley q me seduzco a media noche&lt;br /&gt;me jode no saber si mis papas siguen siendo felices&lt;br /&gt;me jode decir q lo se todo cuando no se ni mierda de nada&lt;br /&gt;me molesta mi lentitud e inseguridad&lt;br /&gt;me jode no haber visto al gorrita en miami&lt;br /&gt;me jode ser ciega y tener dificultades a la hora de nadar por la misma razon&lt;br /&gt;me jode tener q usar bloqueador solar en la cara porq el doctor me lo receto&lt;br /&gt;me jode nunca haberme enamorado&lt;br /&gt;me jode q todos esten duermiendo menos yo&lt;br /&gt;porq tengo mucho q decir &lt;br /&gt;y pienso mucho q me impide cerrar los ojos y dormir hasta q el sol salga&lt;br /&gt;me jode haberme enterado de pekenhas cosas q no debia saber&lt;br /&gt;q me olcutaban por verguenza kizas&lt;br /&gt;me jode haberlo descubierto&lt;br /&gt;me jode q ta me estan pesando los ojos&lt;br /&gt;me jode q ya no me guste leer libros gordos y bien criticado&lt;br /&gt;me jode haber gastado mas de 150 cocos es esa fiesta&lt;br /&gt;me jode q me importe un carajo ahorrar&lt;br /&gt;para q?&lt;br /&gt;si me muero manana aunq sea me gaste mi propia plata trabajada feliz&lt;br /&gt;feliz en la tierra terrenal inmunda&lt;br /&gt;ya no quiero crecer mas&lt;br /&gt;kiero estar en Disney de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;pero ya no a los 23&lt;br /&gt;sino a los 4&lt;br /&gt;con mi familia&lt;br /&gt;y duermiendo los 5 en una camota del hotel donde nos hospedamos&lt;br /&gt;al lado d emi mama chupandome el dedo y sobandole la pierna calientita&lt;br /&gt;me jode no poder tocar guitarra pa componer buen rock&lt;br /&gt;me jode q me pesen los anhos y ver cambios a mi alredeor&lt;br /&gt;quiero ser libre&lt;br /&gt;quiero volar y olvidarme q ya no soy una nicha&lt;br /&gt;pensar q el mundo de las maravillas existe y q es ahi a donde pertenezco&lt;br /&gt;jode crecer big time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3742452304365960515?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3742452304365960515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3742452304365960515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3742452304365960515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3742452304365960515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/03/jode-crecer.html' title='jode crecer'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-7236767558275864172</id><published>2008-03-11T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:58:00.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viva vivir de nuevo!</title><content type='html'>bueno, al parecer las cosas han cambiado para bien&lt;br /&gt;ya puedo dormir por las noches&lt;br /&gt;los malos recuerdos y frustraciones son cosa del mes pasado&lt;br /&gt;febrero fue muy frio, afuera y adentro &lt;br /&gt;el frio habia sido un poco mas placentero el invierno pasado&lt;br /&gt;pero al mismo tiempo mis alas estaban cortadas&lt;br /&gt;ahora que ya crecieron, he decidido abrirlas&lt;br /&gt;y empezar a tomar vuelo poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;sigo aprendiendo y no me quiero tropezar&lt;br /&gt;los dias pasan&lt;br /&gt;las soluciones estan llegando&lt;br /&gt;a veces es bueno irse a la mierda por un rato&lt;br /&gt;para cuando se esta de vuelta se pueda apreciar lo bueno &lt;br /&gt;menos apresuradamente &lt;br /&gt;y mi sonrisa ya no es pesada ni artificial&lt;br /&gt;me estoy quitando la careta &lt;br /&gt;ahora solo me cubre la mitad del rostro&lt;br /&gt;no es facil volver a ser una misma con tanta contaminacion alrededor&lt;br /&gt;im back y con ganas de llevarme de encuentro a cuqnta cosa se me pase por delante&lt;br /&gt;salud compare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-2174450015527109505</id><published>2008-02-24T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:16:30.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock and roll baby</title><content type='html'>im not scared&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing to fear if i have my whole humanity against everything i dont accept as a credo&lt;br /&gt;and yeah&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up really late after a night out &lt;br /&gt;that ended after 4 shots, 2 drinks, 2 bottles of champagne and 1 corona...&lt;br /&gt;rock and roll baby!&lt;br /&gt;at this point im careless about everything&lt;br /&gt;included my health&lt;br /&gt;alcohol makes it easy&lt;br /&gt;i swear&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i thought i was going to do today&lt;br /&gt;it was to quit my job&lt;br /&gt;but shit happens&lt;br /&gt;and today another more did happen&lt;br /&gt;fuck!&lt;br /&gt;im an unemployed now,&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;not the first time &lt;br /&gt;nothing really happened&lt;br /&gt;but if theres something i cannot stand is drama&lt;br /&gt;im too old for that bullshit&lt;br /&gt;i love drama&lt;br /&gt;to be seen at the movies or on tv&lt;br /&gt;not in my normal, regular and simple life really&lt;br /&gt;and everythings just okay&lt;br /&gt;i quit&lt;br /&gt;and im not going back&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im gonna make sure that at least i will get something i feel comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;something which requires creativity and own decisions &lt;br /&gt;the rest is bullcrap&lt;br /&gt;nothing really happened&lt;br /&gt;but i quit my job because if i cant deal with stuff that around me&lt;br /&gt;i juts give up&lt;br /&gt;certain things or people&lt;br /&gt;cannot change juts because i disagree with them&lt;br /&gt;and yeah&lt;br /&gt;its me&lt;br /&gt;but it is me pushing someone to stop being a freaking closed-minded southern old fashioned piece of nothing&lt;br /&gt;and seriously i gave up&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;and have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;some people are meant to be friends and thats it&lt;br /&gt;something beyond that could ruin the relationship between them&lt;br /&gt;because when you have a friend you take the person as it is &lt;br /&gt;but when you have to deal with the same person as a partner or work together&lt;br /&gt;if both dont share ideas and point of view &lt;br /&gt;that wouldnt work never &lt;br /&gt;so its better to keep it cool&lt;br /&gt;and stay where i am &lt;br /&gt;no hard feelings&lt;br /&gt;no apologies &lt;br /&gt;it is just what it is &lt;br /&gt;and this time it is what it seems&lt;br /&gt;fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;rock and roll babe&lt;br /&gt;life goes on&lt;br /&gt;im invulnerable and super powerful &lt;br /&gt;i dont really care what somebody else has to say about it&lt;br /&gt;im happy with what ive done&lt;br /&gt;and im not going to look back&lt;br /&gt;im young&lt;br /&gt;lifes starting to happen&lt;br /&gt;my life is awaking still&lt;br /&gt;everything is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;even if i break sometimes&lt;br /&gt;im always strong enough to stand up&lt;br /&gt;and tell you in your face whats in my mind&lt;br /&gt;if you dont like it, leave alone then&lt;br /&gt;rock on!&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the butterflies in my stomach &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im rocking the world&lt;br /&gt;or at least my world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-2174450015527109505?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2174450015527109505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=2174450015527109505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2174450015527109505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2174450015527109505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/02/rock-and-roll-baby.html' title='rock and roll baby'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3212895977536041062</id><published>2008-01-28T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:04:33.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cansada</title><content type='html'>que es lo que queda de mi&lt;br /&gt;o lo que era de mi&lt;br /&gt;ya no me acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;se me ha olvidado como sonreir&lt;br /&gt;me caracterizaba por traer alegria&lt;br /&gt;no decaer ante nada&lt;br /&gt;mi vida se ha vuelto un remolino&lt;br /&gt;del que no puedo salir&lt;br /&gt;un hoyo negro que me lleva&lt;br /&gt;me carcome de adentro para afuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hasta hace poco me llamaban la solucion a sus problemas&lt;br /&gt;aquella que lleva la esperanza con su andar&lt;br /&gt;con su llegada&lt;br /&gt;un par de amigas me decia que era el remedio &lt;br /&gt;a sus sintomas pre-mestruales&lt;br /&gt;y a su mal humor "cuando en sus dias"&lt;br /&gt;pero de eso ya no me acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;ya no queda nada&lt;br /&gt;o muy poquito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me duele la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;y no se si porque le di un par de pitadas&lt;br /&gt;a ese marlboro light asqueroso&lt;br /&gt;o porque me siento alicaida&lt;br /&gt;depresiva&lt;br /&gt;desesperanzada&lt;br /&gt;ya ni siquiera disfruto&lt;br /&gt;mirarme al espejo&lt;br /&gt;no me gusta su reflejo&lt;br /&gt;y mi cara esta danhana&lt;br /&gt;con huellas pasadas&lt;br /&gt;detesto mirarme de cerca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me siento mal&lt;br /&gt;no se si se puede padecer de depresion cronica&lt;br /&gt;ya no se si es una mala etapa en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;soy tan joven&lt;br /&gt;llena de ideas&lt;br /&gt;vacia de ganas&lt;br /&gt;no se si lo que necesito encontrar a ese alguien&lt;br /&gt;que me cure "cuando en esos dias"&lt;br /&gt;me siento tan escasa&lt;br /&gt;desganada por la vida&lt;br /&gt;quizas no pertenezco en donde me encuentro&lt;br /&gt;quizas no pertenzco a ninguna parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy muy sola&lt;br /&gt;pero ya no lo disfruto como antes&lt;br /&gt;ya no es tan placentero encerrarme en mi habitacion&lt;br /&gt;tampoco es tan facil robar o regalar sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;es como si nada es gratis nunca mas&lt;br /&gt;todo tiene un precio&lt;br /&gt;y son tan mala pagadora&lt;br /&gt;ya nada es ligero&lt;br /&gt;ni la musica&lt;br /&gt;todo tiene un significado que no consigo descifrar&lt;br /&gt;todo me afecta&lt;br /&gt;hasta el mas minimo ruido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya no me quiero encontrar xon nadie&lt;br /&gt;para ir en busca de un mejor destino&lt;br /&gt;esoty sola y amargada&lt;br /&gt;palida y manchada&lt;br /&gt;unica y odiandolo&lt;br /&gt;ya no puedo ni decidir por mi&lt;br /&gt;si alguien viene y  me contradice&lt;br /&gt;probablemnete termine aceptando mi derrota&lt;br /&gt;y es que ya no tengo ganas de liuchar&lt;br /&gt;me desvanezco lentamente&lt;br /&gt;en las sabanas de mi suenhos rotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;largarme una vez mas a donde?&lt;br /&gt;para que?&lt;br /&gt;si ya lo hice una vez&lt;br /&gt;y el resultado fue nulo&lt;br /&gt;lo unico que me causa placer &lt;br /&gt;desaparece con el amanecer&lt;br /&gt;se aclara con mi sobriedad&lt;br /&gt;y mal humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me como las unhas&lt;br /&gt;me arranco los pellejos&lt;br /&gt;me duermo en las mananas&lt;br /&gt;para esperar que la oscuridad opaque mi melancolia&lt;br /&gt;ya no aguanto el frio&lt;br /&gt;esoty desorientada&lt;br /&gt;no se que tren tomar&lt;br /&gt;q camino caminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucha mucha confusion me humedece los ojos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3212895977536041062?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3212895977536041062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3212895977536041062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3212895977536041062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3212895977536041062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/01/cansada.html' title='cansada'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-1206599212850425341</id><published>2008-01-11T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:54:41.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si pero no</title><content type='html'>me dan ganas de volar &lt;br /&gt;irme lejos&lt;br /&gt;empezar de cero&lt;br /&gt;y no recordar nada&lt;br /&gt;absolutamente nada&lt;br /&gt;del pasado mio&lt;br /&gt;del pasado ajeno&lt;br /&gt;he tratado muchas veces de olvidar&lt;br /&gt;me es imposible&lt;br /&gt;sigo tratando&lt;br /&gt;quisiera perdonar&lt;br /&gt;y olvidar&lt;br /&gt;hay muchas cosas con las que quisiera partir&lt;br /&gt;mi diario&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos de ninhez&lt;br /&gt;mi ipod y mi voz&lt;br /&gt;para gritar hasta quedarme afonica&lt;br /&gt;no hablar tanta mierda&lt;br /&gt;\y comerme mis propias palabras&lt;br /&gt;q salen de mi boca por orgullo&lt;br /&gt;confusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusion es lo q me rodea&lt;br /&gt;no entiendo nada nunca mas&lt;br /&gt;no se de nada&lt;br /&gt;no conozco a nadie&lt;br /&gt;ni a mi misma&lt;br /&gt;las cosas han cambiado tanto&lt;br /&gt;que ya no me acostumbro a la realidad&lt;br /&gt;prefiero imaginarmela&lt;br /&gt;cortarla en pedacitos&lt;br /&gt;pegarlos a mi modo&lt;br /&gt;hacer mi propio cuento&lt;br /&gt;y me da pena contar el final&lt;br /&gt;porq sigue tan incierto como mi vida&lt;br /&gt;mis ganas de vivir&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma ermitanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 sera y es&lt;br /&gt;todo me sigue pesando&lt;br /&gt;y no se si pueda con todo &lt;br /&gt;cada vez se hace mas pesado&lt;br /&gt;mi voz esta ronca&lt;br /&gt;mi mente en blanco y negro&lt;br /&gt;no distingo colores&lt;br /&gt;soy prejuiciosa&lt;br /&gt;quererme para no dejar de existir&lt;br /&gt;creer para seguir viva&lt;br /&gt;si sera&lt;br /&gt;pero puede que no&lt;br /&gt;si quiero olvidar&lt;br /&gt;pero no puedo&lt;br /&gt;si pero no cuando quiero partir lejos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1206599212850425341?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1206599212850425341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=1206599212850425341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1206599212850425341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1206599212850425341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2008/01/si-pero-no.html' title='si pero no'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-1325730785933716227</id><published>2008-01-07T00:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:52:59.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:-D</title><content type='html'>es un nuevo anho&lt;br /&gt;y aqui estamos&lt;br /&gt;feliz!&lt;br /&gt;feliz de todo lo que me dejo el anho viejo&lt;br /&gt;de todo lo perdido y aprendido&lt;br /&gt;ahora estoy convencida de lo que realmente me hace o podria hacerme feliz... mas feliz&lt;br /&gt;lejos de todo lo que me rodea&lt;br /&gt;lo que me dicta como actuar&lt;br /&gt;como proceder ante las mil posibilidades que la vida me da&lt;br /&gt;como decidir y apostar a seguir siendo yo misma&lt;br /&gt;esoty ta feliz&lt;br /&gt;de  no haberme perdido del todo&lt;br /&gt;no estar perdida por completo&lt;br /&gt;sigo vvia&lt;br /&gt;llena de ilusiones y esperanza&lt;br /&gt;todo lo anterior se quedo atras&lt;br /&gt;suenhos viejos pasajeros y ajenos&lt;br /&gt;mi palabra tiene que volver a tener valor&lt;br /&gt;aunque sea para mi misma&lt;br /&gt;que hbia dehado de creer en mi&lt;br /&gt;y no es tan duro&lt;br /&gt;porque creo en mi&lt;br /&gt;y solo necesito slow it down&lt;br /&gt;to understand it better&lt;br /&gt;to get the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;en la que ceo y creere hasta q Dios me lo permita&lt;br /&gt;solo he sacado la cuarta parte de mi&lt;br /&gt;eso no es nada&lt;br /&gt;hay mucho mas &lt;br /&gt;he estado tan llena de prejuicios&lt;br /&gt;un nuevo comienzo es todo lo que necesito&lt;br /&gt;para enmendar mi conducta&lt;br /&gt;esoty un poco cansada&lt;br /&gt;pero solo de energias&lt;br /&gt;de cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;de lo mucho que he dejado de dormir cuando lejos&lt;br /&gt;ahora que he vuelto a casa&lt;br /&gt;a mi realidad&lt;br /&gt;solo me quedan recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;los mas espontaneos efimeros y verdaderos&lt;br /&gt;de lo que fue mi semana lejos&lt;br /&gt;la que necesitaba &lt;br /&gt;para darme cuenta e quien realmente soy&lt;br /&gt;no quiero ser como todas&lt;br /&gt;en verdad no&lt;br /&gt;no puedo&lt;br /&gt;porque no quiero&lt;br /&gt;no me quiero perder&lt;br /&gt;lo maximo experimentar todo lo que pude&lt;br /&gt;mi "john Travolta"&lt;br /&gt;como quisiera que fueras real y eterno&lt;br /&gt;me enamore de eso que me proyectaste&lt;br /&gt;me hiciste sentir como en el colegio&lt;br /&gt;nerviosa&lt;br /&gt;caprichosa&lt;br /&gt;ilusionada&lt;br /&gt;insegura&lt;br /&gt;y es qeu en el fondo&lt;br /&gt;no he perdido eso del todo&lt;br /&gt;sigo teniendo 15 con 8 mas de experincia&lt;br /&gt;fue lindo conocerte&lt;br /&gt;con tus mil imperfecciones perfectas para mi&lt;br /&gt;para entender u  poco mas mis debilidades&lt;br /&gt;mis exageraciones y orgullo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en este nuevo comienzo quiero perder todo eso&lt;br /&gt;porque estoy lista para ser libre y pelear por o que creo&lt;br /&gt;nadie me puede quitar esta libertad&lt;br /&gt;mis ganas locas de estar viva &lt;br /&gt;y recuerdo cada minuto viva, equivocada e ilusionada&lt;br /&gt;para seguir vviendo&lt;br /&gt;me mantiendn vivas&lt;br /&gt;y con ganas des eguir estandolo&lt;br /&gt;por favor!&lt;br /&gt;no quiero pererme de esto&lt;br /&gt;de lo que pienso&lt;br /&gt;mi credo&lt;br /&gt;mis buena vibras&lt;br /&gt;este  es realmente el moemnto en el que dire&lt;br /&gt;y gritare&lt;br /&gt;ESTOY VIVA!&lt;br /&gt;QUIERO VIVIR&lt;br /&gt;Y SEGUIR VIVIENDO&lt;br /&gt;aun no he visto nada&lt;br /&gt;no se nada&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada en lo que puedo saber al respecto&lt;br /&gt;nadie me conoce&lt;br /&gt;no soy nadie&lt;br /&gt;bienvendos a mi ser&lt;br /&gt;al verdadero yo&lt;br /&gt;me amo y tratere de hacerlo mas constanetemente&lt;br /&gt;si me estas escuchando&lt;br /&gt;quien quiera q seas&lt;br /&gt;trata de hacer lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;nunca es tarde&lt;br /&gt;con 23&lt;br /&gt;me siento de 60 por las buenas vivencias&lt;br /&gt;de 10 por la falta de expericcia &lt;br /&gt;de 15 por la inocencia&lt;br /&gt;eso es todo&lt;br /&gt;yo solita&lt;br /&gt;en contra de quien quiera robarme lo mio&lt;br /&gt;muy feliz :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1325730785933716227?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1325730785933716227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=1325730785933716227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;days, hours&lt;br /&gt;how many times have you taken a minute to&lt;br /&gt;look at your moms face to tell her how much you love her?&lt;br /&gt;how many times have you thanked your dad for all the sacrificies he has made for you and your family&lt;br /&gt;have you taken a minute to look around you and your enviroment&lt;br /&gt;have you watched grandma cooking &lt;br /&gt;grandpa reading and laughing of simple politic jokes&lt;br /&gt;have you turned around to see the beggar and feed him&lt;br /&gt;have you say you are welcome every time somebody thanked you&lt;br /&gt;or have you God-blessed somebody in class after he sneezed&lt;br /&gt;look at you, look around you&lt;br /&gt;how many time have you said you are sorry without meaning it&lt;br /&gt;have you stopped the time one full moon night to enjoy then moon just by watching it&lt;br /&gt;do you think you are alive because they say you are breathing&lt;br /&gt;or cuz you value every hour minute second of your life&lt;br /&gt;have you ever danced alone and outside when there is pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;have you looked at your brothers and sister to recognize any resemblance between you and them&lt;br /&gt;have you written a letter to explain the feelings you cannot tell loud &lt;br /&gt;have you worn a costume in a regular day and smile&lt;br /&gt;have you ever helped someone without any expectancy&lt;br /&gt;have you talked to yourself in front of the mirror and loud&lt;br /&gt;have you tried to count the beuty marks on your beloved ones face&lt;br /&gt;how many times have you made someone sing along with you&lt;br /&gt;how you wished a good day to your teacher, bus driver, corner shop server, old lady neighboor &lt;br /&gt;next time take your time&lt;br /&gt;when having a coffee or chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;look at someones face next to you&lt;br /&gt;and say something nice you really think of him/her&lt;br /&gt;close your eyer, have a deep sigh  &lt;br /&gt;and think of all the wonderful things you have been through that made you be you&lt;br /&gt;dont go crazy about time&lt;br /&gt;dont think its too late to do something or change something you have been planning to do&lt;br /&gt;if you can still breath&lt;br /&gt;if you can still feel the wind brushing your face&lt;br /&gt;you are on time&lt;br /&gt;have you ever prayed closing your eyes in front of more people and with your fingers entwined&lt;br /&gt;count the times you have laughed so hard that made someone else smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have failed to most of these questions&lt;br /&gt;are you still thinking you are alive?&lt;br /&gt; have a great day :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6636600334523421851?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6636600334523421851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6636600334523421851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6636600334523421851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6636600334523421851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/stop-enjoy-it.html' title='stop.. enjoy it'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-8734725913742587626</id><published>2007-12-08T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T11:04:34.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vivir es estar vivo</title><content type='html'>Y sin pensarlo&lt;br /&gt;ya estamos en puertas al 2008&lt;br /&gt;que rapido pasa el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y pensar que hace unos meses me preparaba &lt;br /&gt;para la fiesta que mi amiga iba a dar donde solo se podia vestir de&lt;br /&gt;rosado or negro&lt;br /&gt;hace casi un anho tambien&lt;br /&gt;estaba muy esperanzada en que algunas cosas cambiarian&lt;br /&gt;y no lo hicieron&lt;br /&gt;al menos no del todo en el transcurso de este anho,&lt;br /&gt;pero sigo aprendiendo&lt;br /&gt;sigo tratando de que cada dia me vea viva&lt;br /&gt;aunque sea solo para seguir soñando&lt;br /&gt;hace mas de un anho tambien&lt;br /&gt;prometi que trataria de estar mas en la tierra que en las nubes&lt;br /&gt;otra cosa con la que no he podido salir vencedora&lt;br /&gt;pero sigo tratando&lt;br /&gt;y se vino diciembre encima otra vez&lt;br /&gt;con todas la presiones del caso&lt;br /&gt;la escuela, soy una anho mas vieja, mas responsabilidades&lt;br /&gt;mas prisa de no hacerte vieja sin motivo razon o circustancia&lt;br /&gt;mi mama trayendo alegria desde Peru  (aquel pais tan lejano&lt;br /&gt;que ya empece jodidamente a echar de meno),&lt;br /&gt;su perfume&lt;br /&gt;su calor materno&lt;br /&gt;su inocencia, &lt;br /&gt;quisiera decir su comida, &lt;br /&gt;pero mami, si hay algo en lo que te desenvulves no muy bien&lt;br /&gt;es en reinventar platos peruanos cuando te faltan los verdaderos ingredientes,&lt;br /&gt;aun asi eres la mejor mama que Dios me hizo el favor de darme,&lt;br /&gt;un anho mas&lt;br /&gt;y sigo luchando contra el maldito acne que mis generaciones me dejaron de herencia,&lt;br /&gt;un anho mas y sigo admirando la belleza macuslina que me traen cada vez pensamientos mas cochinones&lt;br /&gt;un anho mas que he vivido sin conocer al amor&lt;br /&gt;sin tan siquiera verlo pasar&lt;br /&gt;pero asi me gusta&lt;br /&gt;por ahi hay un par de puertas que se podrian abrir,&lt;br /&gt;una la acabo de recontra cerrar porq c'mon! get he hint!&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada q me fastidie mas que el que me quieran comprar&lt;br /&gt;con blingblingnerias&lt;br /&gt;asi me encanten,&lt;br /&gt;cuando puedo yo misma me las compro,&lt;br /&gt;y bueno no espero mucho para el prox año&lt;br /&gt;solo un par de cosas&lt;br /&gt;que si, al parecer vendran, (nunca pierdo mi positivismo)&lt;br /&gt;pero es q en verdad nome puedo quejar&lt;br /&gt;aunque tienda a actuar como la victima, protagonista de la telenovela&lt;br /&gt;a mi no me pasan mas que estupidas cosas que yo misma hago que pasen&lt;br /&gt;por floja, desinteresada y zurrada&lt;br /&gt;y me sigo zurrando&lt;br /&gt;estoy agradecida por lo mucho q he aprendido a lo largo de este anho&lt;br /&gt;mis nuevos colores&lt;br /&gt;mis nuevas tendencias&lt;br /&gt;nuevas palabras&lt;br /&gt;nuevas amistades&lt;br /&gt;nuevos nenes de rechupete!&lt;br /&gt;nuevas canciones y alegrias&lt;br /&gt;aunuq la biacth de ingles 215 haya sido tan dura&lt;br /&gt;he aprendido mucho de esa clase&lt;br /&gt;fuckin' damn looooong papers!&lt;br /&gt;tengo q reanudar un par de pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;que me tienen meditabunda&lt;br /&gt;tengo que tomar una decision muy pronto&lt;br /&gt;pero bueno,&lt;br /&gt;las cosas solitas se estan dando..&lt;br /&gt;o terminaran de darse,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo esperar por sentir acerca de que esta hehco Vegas baby!&lt;br /&gt;yooohooooo&lt;br /&gt;PPPPPPPAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, vegas mi alma solitaria, el mundo, los turistas, mis amigos y yo!&lt;br /&gt;holla!&lt;br /&gt;sera una super experiencia (yo y mi bendito positivismo)&lt;br /&gt;pero si pes&lt;br /&gt;asi es y debe ser&lt;br /&gt;ojala me case con un super hunk poliglota con 15 carros y 10 casas alrededor del mundo.... not&lt;br /&gt;que venga lo que Dios quiera, pero suena tentador.. a que no!&lt;br /&gt;bueno&lt;br /&gt;me voy al gimnasio&lt;br /&gt;a tratar de disimular mis holidays&lt;br /&gt;y dates nocturnos que se acumularon en mis caderas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-8734725913742587626?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8734725913742587626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=8734725913742587626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8734725913742587626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8734725913742587626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/12/vivir-es-estar-vivo.html' title='vivir es estar vivo'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6662470309199360625</id><published>2007-11-26T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:21:47.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do remifa sola SI!</title><content type='html'>welcome back music!&lt;br /&gt;ive missed you more than Lima&lt;br /&gt;it sucks that the sky is gray in this season&lt;br /&gt;it hurts that i cannot see the sun shining through my window&lt;br /&gt;but i can smile still&lt;br /&gt;if you are there&lt;br /&gt;and look at me, almost 23&lt;br /&gt;i can promise you have been there my almost 8,395 days of living&lt;br /&gt;i can count on you&lt;br /&gt;you make me dream&lt;br /&gt;cry, laugh&lt;br /&gt;sing!&lt;br /&gt;what it would be of me without you&lt;br /&gt;even if i go deaf (which is kinda true)&lt;br /&gt;i can hear you from my heart&lt;br /&gt;i can feel you from my pores&lt;br /&gt;dont ever leave me &lt;br /&gt;you are the only company i like and im sure i want for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;im not able to describe the feeling you get me when im listening to you&lt;br /&gt;there is not lack of interest if you are next to me&lt;br /&gt;i can be happy, sad, excited, bored, anxious or whatever my mood tells me to be&lt;br /&gt;but if i hear you i stop existing to be alive&lt;br /&gt;drunk, sober, with hangover.. you make me better..&lt;br /&gt;almost 23&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt make it without you&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6662470309199360625?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6662470309199360625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6662470309199360625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6662470309199360625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6662470309199360625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-remifa-sola-si.html' title='do remifa sola SI!'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5323158853216009614</id><published>2007-11-16T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:58:02.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiero mi lbertad de vuelta&lt;br /&gt;no es justo vivir asi&lt;br /&gt;necesito sentirme liberada&lt;br /&gt;correr al aire libre sin pensar en &lt;br /&gt;calendarios ni permisos&lt;br /&gt;preciso desligarme&lt;br /&gt;de esta tierra que me impide &lt;br /&gt;seguir sonnando&lt;br /&gt;exttranho mi independencia&lt;br /&gt;y albedrio&lt;br /&gt;de donde vengo&lt;br /&gt;a donde quiero ir y no puedo&lt;br /&gt;anoro mi franqueza y seguridad&lt;br /&gt;me siento atada a algo&lt;br /&gt;que no se si realmente valga la pena&lt;br /&gt;quiero volver a ver &lt;br /&gt;sus caras&lt;br /&gt;oir sus bromas&lt;br /&gt;sentirme querida&lt;br /&gt;regresar a mi origen&lt;br /&gt;del que muchas veces tengo que lamentarme&lt;br /&gt;sin ni siquiera creermelo&lt;br /&gt;no he le he prestado atencion a las perdidas&lt;br /&gt;que a veces me hacen creer&lt;br /&gt;que sobrepasan la ganacia&lt;br /&gt;necesito ver sus mares&lt;br /&gt;oir su musica&lt;br /&gt;bailar su s melodias&lt;br /&gt;no he podido recuperarme de los danos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuanto tiempo mas&lt;br /&gt;ha de pasar&lt;br /&gt;para dejar la dependencia&lt;br /&gt;que me adesa&lt;br /&gt;a esta patria&lt;br /&gt;que aun no puedo llamar mia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6492357998091384793</id><published>2007-10-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:44:53.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--+--</title><content type='html'>im gonna create a new identity&lt;br /&gt;cuz i dont remember who i am&lt;br /&gt;im gonna start over new one more time&lt;br /&gt;be completely naked&lt;br /&gt;and love my entire me &lt;br /&gt;my simple me&lt;br /&gt;my new me&lt;br /&gt;the real me&lt;br /&gt;im gonna stop thinking of the others&lt;br /&gt;of who i was&lt;br /&gt;of who i wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;ill come clean &lt;br /&gt;i wasnt like that&lt;br /&gt;they made me this&lt;br /&gt;they tried to put me down&lt;br /&gt;lower than i expested to be&lt;br /&gt;they were pretending that were with me&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is that they all were against me&lt;br /&gt;they taught me the hard way&lt;br /&gt;they introduced me to the dirt&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for them that i wanted to come with me&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what was all that about&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt see beyond my eyes, the wall, the lights&lt;br /&gt;i promise all do it on my own&lt;br /&gt;alone as i love to be&lt;br /&gt;by myself as i always wanted to do my own thing&lt;br /&gt;screw you old life&lt;br /&gt;welcome my 23s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6492357998091384793?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6492357998091384793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6492357998091384793' title='0 Comments'/><link 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fin de semana&lt;br /&gt;me he dado cuenta de muchas cosas&lt;br /&gt;abri los ojos&lt;br /&gt;en verdad!&lt;br /&gt;en que he estado pensando?&lt;br /&gt;esoty un poco loca&lt;br /&gt;y me refiero a la locura de un loco de manicomio&lt;br /&gt;jaja&lt;br /&gt;sobre todo cuando tomo y no me acuerdo de nada al dia sgte&lt;br /&gt;obviamente eso solo pasa cuando estoy con alguien q me hara&lt;br /&gt;refrescar la memoria y todos los acontecimientos pasados&lt;br /&gt;durante la manana sgte en la qe me levanto y me pregunto&lt;br /&gt;como llegue a parar aca?&lt;br /&gt;ya sea mi casa o la de alguna amiga o de la amiga de mi amiga que al final temrina siendo&lt;br /&gt;mi amigaza tb&lt;br /&gt;bueno como decia,&lt;br /&gt;estaba pensando en musaranhas y castillos encantados&lt;br /&gt;cuando no son reales&lt;br /&gt;detesto la realidad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la burbuja en la q vivia un tiempo atras&lt;br /&gt;era perfecta o casi&lt;br /&gt;era mi realidad&lt;br /&gt;me la robaron!&lt;br /&gt;la despojaron de entre mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;ya no puedo escapar de mi apestoso destino ahora&lt;br /&gt;es un poco tarde&lt;br /&gt;y creo estar ilusionada con alguien q solo existe en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;no es real,&lt;br /&gt;el no me mira&lt;br /&gt;es fictisio,&lt;br /&gt;el no lo sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como quisiera que el destino nos vuelva a juntar&lt;br /&gt;nos tropecemos&lt;br /&gt;y recoja el pañuelo que dejare caer&lt;br /&gt;nos miremos cara a cara&lt;br /&gt;y me robe un beso&lt;br /&gt;acto seguido me tome de la mano&lt;br /&gt;y me diga que ya no quiere que me vaya  de su lado nunca mas..&lt;br /&gt;en seguida alguien me tira un lapo&lt;br /&gt;me sobo los ojos&lt;br /&gt;auch! estaba pasando solo en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces pienso que el seria la solucion a todos mis problemas&lt;br /&gt;q con amor yo misma les encontraria la salida&lt;br /&gt;q a su lado yo seria la mujer maravilla&lt;br /&gt;y el seria x 1oopre mi super hombre&lt;br /&gt;que por el vale la pena dejarlo todo&lt;br /&gt;mi libertad&lt;br /&gt;mi vida egoista&lt;br /&gt;mi juerga nocturna&lt;br /&gt;mi flojera cronica&lt;br /&gt;y mis lentes de sol por la manana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero todo esta en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;el no vendra&lt;br /&gt;y si viene&lt;br /&gt;no me querra&lt;br /&gt;Dios&lt;br /&gt;el me inspira tanto&lt;br /&gt;suenho con el dia y noche&lt;br /&gt;pienso que el piensa en mi&lt;br /&gt;pero no lo hace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy llena de vacio por dentro&lt;br /&gt;llena de miedo que me delata&lt;br /&gt;y me deja siempre a medias&lt;br /&gt;y hace que me desespere&lt;br /&gt;ojala me trajera su boca&lt;br /&gt;le daria un muy buen uso ;)&lt;br /&gt;ojala me tocara con sus manos&lt;br /&gt;las haria de seda y perpetuas en mi cintura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ojala supieras&lt;br /&gt;pero no lo haces&lt;br /&gt;ojala dijeras que por alguna extranha razon tu tb sientes asi&lt;br /&gt;que tanto no se de nada?&lt;br /&gt;que poco se de todo!&lt;br /&gt;no llamaras&lt;br /&gt;yo tampoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten una vida maravillosa a dos horas de camino de Kearny sin mi&lt;br /&gt;y contigo mismo&lt;br /&gt;que me parece lo mejor que me trajo y luego se llevo el verano&lt;br /&gt;solo Dios sabe porq las cosas pasan&lt;br /&gt;te espero con desespero y lo seguire haciendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-4398950410979690661?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4398950410979690661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=4398950410979690661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you miss those times when daddy was able to resolve all your problems&lt;br /&gt;when your weeping could be stopped by your mom&lt;br /&gt;there is when you realize that sincerely you cant make it alone&lt;br /&gt;when everybody seems so happy around you&lt;br /&gt;you must think everythings alright&lt;br /&gt;but when they turn around you cant see the other face&lt;br /&gt;oh God&lt;br /&gt;its impossible to live in peace when you cant have it&lt;br /&gt;and i ask you something &lt;br /&gt;could you make it here in this time?&lt;br /&gt;would you be able to survive on earth now?&lt;br /&gt;i believe before, when technology didnt exist&lt;br /&gt;and ignorance governed &lt;br /&gt;things where more simple and less ambiguous&lt;br /&gt;im so down that nobody could put me lower&lt;br /&gt;im underneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;all alone with my hundreds of friends&lt;br /&gt;all alone with all the dates i can get&lt;br /&gt;all alone with  my hopeless prayers&lt;br /&gt;all alone with my 7 days a week parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as you can hold me&lt;br /&gt;ill be existing but not living&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-2154031674047056757?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2154031674047056757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=2154031674047056757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2154031674047056757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2154031674047056757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-long-as-you-hold-me.html' title='as long as you hold me'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-1933167550863334449</id><published>2007-10-03T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T13:30:01.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want you back-back-back-back</title><content type='html'>i see you everyday only in a picture&lt;br /&gt;i remember every single second we spent together&lt;br /&gt;every song tells me your name&lt;br /&gt;what should i do if ur so far away??&lt;br /&gt;how can i make you see that im the one??&lt;br /&gt;cuz I AM&lt;br /&gt;look at me&lt;br /&gt;we are perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;look at you&lt;br /&gt;you are perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u took me out from the dirt i was living in&lt;br /&gt;u appeared like some kind of miracle in my sunny days&lt;br /&gt;how can i explain you all the feelings i have for you&lt;br /&gt;come back&lt;br /&gt;i want you back in my back to back me up&lt;br /&gt;i want you back to give you whatever you want from me&lt;br /&gt;take it all!&lt;br /&gt;if i dont have you i have nothing&lt;br /&gt;if you dont see me &lt;br /&gt;i dont deserve to be seen &lt;br /&gt;if you dont listen to me&lt;br /&gt;i dont want nobody to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent told you yet what im made of&lt;br /&gt;i havent showed you all my strengths&lt;br /&gt;you only saw my weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;and i hate that i did it&lt;br /&gt;would you take me still?&lt;br /&gt;im beging you to beg me biatch&lt;br /&gt;coooooomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;baaaaaaaaaaaaaackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1933167550863334449?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1933167550863334449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=1933167550863334449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1933167550863334449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1933167550863334449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112043697623927506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo aquel dia&lt;br /&gt;en el que por primera vez me tope con tu rostro&lt;br /&gt;y me di cuenta que te rodaban lagrimas por las mejillas&lt;br /&gt;quise alentarte&lt;br /&gt;estar ahi en cuerpo y alma&lt;br /&gt;me detuviste para decirme que era mejor si me marchara&lt;br /&gt;me contuve para no llorar en simultaneo&lt;br /&gt;baje la mirada termine por irme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la otra vez te vi por segunda vez llorando&lt;br /&gt;me dijiste que no era nada,&lt;br /&gt;que probablemente era hora de cambiar  tus lentes de contacto&lt;br /&gt;me calle por un minuto&lt;br /&gt;no quise hacerte mas preguntas&lt;br /&gt;te ofreci cafe o algo de tomar&lt;br /&gt;me dijiste que las bebidas no aplacarian tu desidia&lt;br /&gt;asi pues, me di media vuelta,&lt;br /&gt; camine defrente y sin mirar atras mientras me iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deje de ir a verte por mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;he estado tratado de localizarte&lt;br /&gt;siempre tenias alguna excusa para decirme que no vaya&lt;br /&gt;trate de invitarte entonces a que vinieras conmigo&lt;br /&gt;a ningun lugar &lt;br /&gt;a todas partes,&lt;br /&gt;tu contestadora de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;y si eras tu, fingias una fiebre o gripe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la ultima vez que te vi&lt;br /&gt;no te vi muy recuperada&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos parecian cansados, parcos y llorosos&lt;br /&gt;persistente yo, te pregunte si te encontrabas bien&lt;br /&gt;me dijiste que se debia a una alergia&lt;br /&gt;esta vez no pude soportarlo&lt;br /&gt;y te di un ultimatum&lt;br /&gt;no puedo dejarte caer asi&lt;br /&gt;no puedo permitir tu derrumbamiento en frente de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;no permito que te quedes ahi mientras yo sigo con mi vida&lt;br /&gt;mis altas y mis bajas&lt;br /&gt;te grite, discutimos&lt;br /&gt;nos peleamos&lt;br /&gt;nos reconciliamos&lt;br /&gt;me pediste que me vaya una vez&lt;br /&gt;que no te llamara porque tu lo haras&lt;br /&gt;muy enojada entonces te repeti tu cobardia&lt;br /&gt;y te dije que ojala que cuando me llamaras yo sega ahi para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay Shany Rose!, que voy a hacer contigo!&lt;br /&gt;he estado esperando tu llamada y aun no lo has hecho&lt;br /&gt;la otra vez recibi una llamada anonima&lt;br /&gt;que al oir mi voz opto por colgarme&lt;br /&gt;fuiste tu?&lt;br /&gt;habras estado pensando en lo que hablamos?&lt;br /&gt;te habras olvidado de todo esto?&lt;br /&gt;aun tengo fe de que lo haras,&lt;br /&gt;me llamaras y empezaremos juntas una nueva aventura,&lt;br /&gt;se que tus ganas de crear te atornentan muchas veces,&lt;br /&gt;pero quiero estar ahi para ayudarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no voy a dejar que te des por vencida tan facilmente&lt;br /&gt;ojala y llames pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-7159577597649178444?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7159577597649178444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=7159577597649178444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/7159577597649178444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/7159577597649178444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RvGgqIEmCtI/AAAAAAAAADo/1t_wUN-pBqM/s72-c/IMG_1040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3052542470450962095</id><published>2007-09-18T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:36:52.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lo lamento</title><content type='html'>lamento haberte provocado sin querer queriendo&lt;br /&gt;en verdad no era mi intension de alguna manera herirte&lt;br /&gt;pero yo lo adverti&lt;br /&gt;se trataba todo de mi&lt;br /&gt;era primero, segundo y tercero yo&lt;br /&gt;lamento haberme comportado tan estupida y egoistamente&lt;br /&gt;y estoy aqui sola, como me encanta&lt;br /&gt;y esta vez no es por eleccion propia&lt;br /&gt;sino es que no encontre a nadie que estuviera ahi para mi&lt;br /&gt;esperando lo mismo q yo, amistad&lt;br /&gt;por mala suerte siempre atraigo a mas amantes que amistades&lt;br /&gt;y yo quiero tener un millon de amigos y asi mas fuerte poder cantar,&lt;br /&gt;pero no me puedo quejar&lt;br /&gt;he estado mostrando esa parte de mi,&lt;br /&gt;esa manera de atraer niños y estar conciente de ello,&lt;br /&gt;quien diria, se supone que estoy saliendo con alguien&lt;br /&gt;alguien que, por mas que es divertido, graciosimo, de buenos sentimientos,&lt;br /&gt;simpatico, inteligente, lindo, experimentado y con dinero&lt;br /&gt;no puedo sentir por el mas que una gran admiracion y agradecimiento por los buenos tiempos&lt;br /&gt;no puedo hablar de mañana &lt;br /&gt;pero por ahora es lo que mi coraozn me dice,&lt;br /&gt;y en estas cosas no suelo equivocarme&lt;br /&gt;hace unos dias me di cuenta de algo espantoso!&lt;br /&gt;me gustaba la persona menos indicada para mi&lt;br /&gt;aquel que siente mucha atracion por mi (o sentia) lo puedo sentir,&lt;br /&gt;aquel que me dice las cosas en la cara y mirandome a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;auquel que me puede decir lo extremadamente atractiva que le parezco&lt;br /&gt;y por otro lado lo extremadamente estupida por actuar como actuo a veces&lt;br /&gt;auquel "hombre" o niño que no tiene pelos en la boca&lt;br /&gt;y se viste demasiado mal&lt;br /&gt;aquel q se autoexcluye de la sociedad,&lt;br /&gt;cosa que me parece de lo mas raro&lt;br /&gt;en verdad hasta pense en que por q no podriamos salir, cagarnos de risa y ver que pasa&lt;br /&gt;me estaba armando de valor para mostrar o demostrarselo&lt;br /&gt;pero mi plan fallo&lt;br /&gt;no respuesta a mis mensajes ni llamadas&lt;br /&gt;que cosa para mas rara!&lt;br /&gt;la persona que supuse estaria ahi por siempre a mi disposion&lt;br /&gt;probablemente esta no disponible para mi nunca mas&lt;br /&gt;o or algun tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;y mientras pasa este tiempo&lt;br /&gt;a la proxia vez que lo vea&lt;br /&gt;mis sentimientos habran cambiado&lt;br /&gt;por una parte me alegro mucho&lt;br /&gt;no estaba preaparada para el cambio de estilo de vida&lt;br /&gt;mi incapasidad para entregarme es pesima&lt;br /&gt;jamas me he dado&lt;br /&gt;y no se si algun dia lo hare&lt;br /&gt;y es que me muero de miedo&lt;br /&gt;debe ser eso,&lt;br /&gt;lamento en estos 4 ultimos meses&lt;br /&gt;haber confundido a muchas personas tambien&lt;br /&gt;haber llamado y contestado mensajes que quizas&lt;br /&gt;a veces no tenian el menor significado&lt;br /&gt;palabras sueltas que mi cabezota pone en marcha&lt;br /&gt;por medio de la modernidad atravez de un mensaje de texto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to have an imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora mas calmada&lt;br /&gt;tratando de atar cabos sueltos&lt;br /&gt;no se que es lo que vaya a hacer manana&lt;br /&gt;quizas vuelva a la rutina de "que pase el siguiente"&lt;br /&gt;peor la verdad es que de corazon no quiero&lt;br /&gt;se supone que esoty en plena juventud&lt;br /&gt;se supone que debo d vivir&lt;br /&gt;equivocarme y volver a hacerlo tantas veces lo necesite para aparender mi leccion&lt;br /&gt;pero no me quiero sentir mal&lt;br /&gt;no quiero utilizar a la gente&lt;br /&gt;no quiero manipular sentimientos &lt;br /&gt;a veces se muy bien como hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;y me sale tan natural&lt;br /&gt;y en verdad&lt;br /&gt;yo no soy asi&lt;br /&gt;detesto hacerlo,&lt;br /&gt;no se que hacer&lt;br /&gt;quiero decirle al lindo chico con el que salgo&lt;br /&gt;que mejor ya no nos vemos&lt;br /&gt;porque quiero estar conmigo misma&lt;br /&gt;sola&lt;br /&gt;cagada y sola&lt;br /&gt;hehca mierda pero sola&lt;br /&gt;sola para pasar mas tiempo conmigo&lt;br /&gt;pero no voy a tener el valor&lt;br /&gt;el me pedira que no lo haga&lt;br /&gt;me dira lo linda y graciosisima que le parezco&lt;br /&gt;y probablemente yo no pueda contra eso&lt;br /&gt;derrepente es porque no sabre que palabras utilizaar para que me crea&lt;br /&gt;que en realidad no soy esa de la que el dice gusta mucho&lt;br /&gt;esa a la que me quiero parecer pero en realidad estoy lejos de serlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamento haber jugado sin tener un buen juego para jugar&lt;br /&gt;lamento haber jugado con malos jugadores&lt;br /&gt;lamento a veces ser tan aprehensiva que en la mayoria de los casos&lt;br /&gt;supero al maestro&lt;br /&gt;lamento haber tratado de ser cool siendo la mas monse&lt;br /&gt;mi frescura es de lo mas infantil y aburrida&lt;br /&gt;lamento mis ganas de querer esar en todas y saberlo todo&lt;br /&gt;lamento seguir siendo tan gris&lt;br /&gt;ojala pudiera ser mas blanca o mas negra&lt;br /&gt;las medias tintas siempre facilirtan las cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamento entonces, haber hehco parte de mi juego a muchos,&lt;br /&gt;soy tan exagerada que esos muchos superan el numero de dos&lt;br /&gt;pero no sobrepasa el 4 o 5&lt;br /&gt;ojala pudiera ser mas zurrada&lt;br /&gt;y me estaria ahorrando tantas palabras, numeros y letras,&lt;br /&gt;pero asi soy&lt;br /&gt;y no me gusta como se siente por dentro&lt;br /&gt;momento de estar sola&lt;br /&gt;solisima&lt;br /&gt;ocupadisima con lo que sea se pueda hacer&lt;br /&gt;espero sea musica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;io&lt;br /&gt;eu&lt;br /&gt;ich&lt;br /&gt;moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y tu vieja!&lt;br /&gt;jajaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3052542470450962095?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3052542470450962095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3052542470450962095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3052542470450962095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3052542470450962095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/09/lo-lamento.html' title='lo lamento'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6630906735101250392</id><published>2007-09-13T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:44:29.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you dont care</title><content type='html'>yes i do&lt;br /&gt;i know you dont think about me in the same way&lt;br /&gt;i know you were more than i expected to be&lt;br /&gt;but you are gone now&lt;br /&gt;and thats okay&lt;br /&gt;cuz tomorrow i wont think of you&lt;br /&gt;and probably somebody else will be in your place&lt;br /&gt;and everything is right&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ur honesty and &lt;br /&gt;the memories&lt;br /&gt;i wont ask for something else&lt;br /&gt;but ur sincerity counts a lot&lt;br /&gt;even without words&lt;br /&gt;u told me how enough im not for you&lt;br /&gt;how unable am i to  make you happy&lt;br /&gt;how small my dreams are from yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant give up now&lt;br /&gt;now that im starting to believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;now taht i have me&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;against them all&lt;br /&gt;and yes&lt;br /&gt;i feel weak tahn ever&lt;br /&gt;but it'd be a period&lt;br /&gt;im waking up&lt;br /&gt;for me and just myself&lt;br /&gt;nobody else cares&lt;br /&gt;but me&lt;br /&gt;this is the time i believe&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making me think of it&lt;br /&gt;for reminding me of this&lt;br /&gt;im so strong &lt;br /&gt;so alone&lt;br /&gt;i still like ya thou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6630906735101250392?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6630906735101250392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6630906735101250392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6630906735101250392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6630906735101250392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-know-you-dont-care.html' title='i know you dont care'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-2369841423510497018</id><published>2007-09-10T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:07:32.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solo Dios lo sabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RuYGa4mnPvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c43ZhJbnqxY/s1600-h/IMG_0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RuYGa4mnPvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c43ZhJbnqxY/s400/IMG_0947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108777886239112946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las cosas estan cayendo por su propio peso&lt;br /&gt;como suele pasar&lt;br /&gt;y estoy muy agradecida&lt;br /&gt;porque eso quiere decir que quizas todo lo que tuve que pasar&lt;br /&gt;me llevarian a algo&lt;br /&gt;y si&lt;br /&gt;no me puedo quejar&lt;br /&gt;quizas la vida no me haya tratado tan mal como a veces digo&lt;br /&gt;y el rompecabezas esta aun inconcluso&lt;br /&gt;me faltan piezas que encontrar&lt;br /&gt;algunas que ya tengo, no se donde iran&lt;br /&gt;pero lo estoy armando&lt;br /&gt;me da pena haber hecho daño "sin querer queriendo"&lt;br /&gt;pero es muy cierto&lt;br /&gt;somo humanos&lt;br /&gt;y no podemos calcular ni controlar sentimientos ajenos&lt;br /&gt;no podemos prever situaciones&lt;br /&gt;no podemos reparar desilusiones pasadas&lt;br /&gt;somo tan sensibles&lt;br /&gt;tan pequeños y vulnerables&lt;br /&gt;y nuestros corazones endebles&lt;br /&gt;pero uno aprende en el camino&lt;br /&gt;sigo tan lejos Señor!&lt;br /&gt;tratando ahora de acelerar el paso&lt;br /&gt;no recuerdo haber actuado de mala fe&lt;br /&gt;no se si por mi conveniencia&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca quise, en todo caso&lt;br /&gt;romper un corazon&lt;br /&gt;y dejar malheridos&lt;br /&gt;todo regresa a uno&lt;br /&gt;y aunque haya tenido millones de desilusiones&lt;br /&gt;supongo que no es lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;que estar quebrado por dentro&lt;br /&gt;sufrir con el alma&lt;br /&gt;que debe ser un dolor inmenso&lt;br /&gt;ese del que se dice &lt;br /&gt;que cuando respiras profundo&lt;br /&gt;es como si te clavaran 100 cuchillos que van directo al corazon&lt;br /&gt;es un dolor mas fuerte que el fisico&lt;br /&gt;porque ya ni el cuerpo quiere sentir&lt;br /&gt;lloras con lagrimas secas&lt;br /&gt;de tanto haberlas derramado&lt;br /&gt;apenas y se de eso&lt;br /&gt;me lo imagino&lt;br /&gt;se puede decir que lo he sentido&lt;br /&gt;de manera superficial&lt;br /&gt;y pido perdon si alguna vez hice que alguien sintiera eso&lt;br /&gt;noches desveladas&lt;br /&gt;borracheras desmesuradas&lt;br /&gt;nunca fue mi inrtencion &lt;br /&gt;cortar alas ni descoronar reyes o reinas&lt;br /&gt;simplemente no pensaba en otros&lt;br /&gt;me centraba en mi&lt;br /&gt;lamento si es que pisotee "sin querer queriendo"&lt;br /&gt;puede ser que haya pagado, este pagando o pagare por los danhos&lt;br /&gt;pero la ida sigue&lt;br /&gt;y debo apostar a ganar&lt;br /&gt;detesto perder&lt;br /&gt;pero cuando lo hago soy una buena perdedora&lt;br /&gt;hasta felicito a mi contrincante por la derrota (si es limpia)&lt;br /&gt;caminos se seguiran abriendo&lt;br /&gt;algunas puertas se iran cerrando&lt;br /&gt;soy yo y el reto de ampliar mis horizontes&lt;br /&gt;mi cantimplora esta rebasada en agua&lt;br /&gt;mis suelas firmes y a medio usar&lt;br /&gt;es mi fe y motivacion por concluir lo inconcluso&lt;br /&gt;es mi ser en transicion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-2369841423510497018?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2369841423510497018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=2369841423510497018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2369841423510497018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2369841423510497018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/09/solo-dios-lo-sabe.html' title='solo Dios lo sabe'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RuYGa4mnPvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c43ZhJbnqxY/s72-c/IMG_0947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5631727727815680922</id><published>2007-09-08T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T03:29:25.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q?</title><content type='html'>que hago para llamar tu atencion&lt;br /&gt;cuando tu te llevaste toda la mia&lt;br /&gt;que hago para que me mires&lt;br /&gt;aunq sea x un segundo&lt;br /&gt;que hago para gustarte,&lt;br /&gt;dime como  vestirme&lt;br /&gt;como hablarte&lt;br /&gt;como tocarte&lt;br /&gt;que no decir&lt;br /&gt;estaria dispuesta a perder toda lbertad por ti&lt;br /&gt;en serio que si&lt;br /&gt;pero entonces dime&lt;br /&gt;como hago para cautivarte&lt;br /&gt;para que me llames&lt;br /&gt;para que me calles&lt;br /&gt;para que me recojas del suelo en donde vengo estando &lt;br /&gt;ya x mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;como hago para q me recuerdes&lt;br /&gt;que no te olvides de mi&lt;br /&gt;y no consigas encontrar a nadie mas mejor que yo para ti&lt;br /&gt;como hago para que me elogies&lt;br /&gt;para que me mimes&lt;br /&gt;para que me ames&lt;br /&gt;que te digo para que te decidas por mi&lt;br /&gt;como escondo mi inexperiencia&lt;br /&gt;mis ganas locas de vivir&lt;br /&gt;mi torpeza e intrankilidad&lt;br /&gt;como te digo que te quiero en ingles&lt;br /&gt;como escondo mi acento espeso&lt;br /&gt;mis cicatricez que aun duelen&lt;br /&gt;como capturo tu atencion&lt;br /&gt;como hago para que me hables de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;como hago para que me beses como yo quiero&lt;br /&gt;como hago para gustarte mas&lt;br /&gt;si es que ya te gusto algo&lt;br /&gt;como te puedo reconkistar&lt;br /&gt;si es q algun dia lo hice&lt;br /&gt;como respirar profundo&lt;br /&gt;si me dejaste sin aliento&lt;br /&gt;como te digo que te quiero conmigo y para mi solita&lt;br /&gt;como te digo que no aguantaria verte con alguien mas&lt;br /&gt;como te digo que me muero de celos si te pienso con alguna otra&lt;br /&gt;como te digo que te espero y te esperaria lo que tu me pidas&lt;br /&gt;con tal de tenerte&lt;br /&gt;como te digo q no me importan tus imperfecciones&lt;br /&gt;que para mi tu eres lo mas cercano a la perfeccion&lt;br /&gt;como te digo que tus manos me abrazan&lt;br /&gt;aun cunado no estas cerca&lt;br /&gt;como te digo que me estoy mueriendo en vida&lt;br /&gt;con tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;con el vacio que dejaste en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;como te digo que me imagino a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;caminando y rodeados de gente&lt;br /&gt;como te digo que me inspiras tanto&lt;br /&gt;que cortas toda otra inspiracion en mi&lt;br /&gt;como mirarte de frente&lt;br /&gt;si ya no te puedo ver&lt;br /&gt;como decirte que tus ojos me llevan al cielo&lt;br /&gt;si te los llevaste y ya no me quieren ver mas&lt;br /&gt;como decirte que te espero&lt;br /&gt;para que te deje de esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noche de mierda&lt;br /&gt;no hombres q mirar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-5631727727815680922?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5631727727815680922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=5631727727815680922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5631727727815680922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/5631727727815680922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/09/q.html' title='q?'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-5728935263305043388</id><published>2007-09-07T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:44:00.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>knock knock</title><content type='html'>a quien le importa como me siento&lt;br /&gt;lo que pienso&lt;br /&gt;lo que escribo&lt;br /&gt;o como veo las cosas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3308245159079933166</id><published>2007-09-06T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:36:51.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over and over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RuDjYomnPuI/AAAAAAAAADI/pylMahDqzvA/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RuDjYomnPuI/AAAAAAAAADI/pylMahDqzvA/s400/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107331989793881826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is officially over&lt;br /&gt;thereby its beach days, nights out,  parties and dates are gone too,&lt;br /&gt;how many illusions weren't concluded&lt;br /&gt;how many wishes are still on in my heart&lt;br /&gt;but time passes by fast, &lt;br /&gt;and its part of being  grown to leave behind what it wasn't supposed to be meant,&lt;br /&gt;i gotta take off my mind those thoughts that were part of the season&lt;br /&gt;my best season,&lt;br /&gt;in which everything seems magical to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lots of fun this pasted four months,&lt;br /&gt;ive met new people from everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;some of them are already gone (part of my seasonal ritual),&lt;br /&gt;ive got closer with some people i already knew and that now i can consider my friends&lt;br /&gt;i keep wondering why some things didn't work out at all,&lt;br /&gt;like, what happened with that guy i met and had many expectations with?&lt;br /&gt;what about that friend i accidentally kissed and now im scared of, &lt;br /&gt;i hate hurting feelings or breaking hearts&lt;br /&gt;but when you decide to play you gotta take that risk&lt;br /&gt;and wow! i never thought i was able to do some things ive done this summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i was going to get inspiration to make more songs&lt;br /&gt;and i failed!, the possible inspiration i got was so ephemeral, weak and only got me to write superficial matters that i end loathing them.&lt;br /&gt;damn! i wonder where can i get inspiration from!, sometimes i think thats an excuse for my laziness and will to do things,&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is that im still learning so much,&lt;br /&gt;im still so unexperienced &lt;br /&gt;and im still believing that things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;an unknown reason...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;for this new season i have new goals&lt;br /&gt;new friends&lt;br /&gt;new points of view&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna let myself to get mesmerized by good looking and sweet talking guys&lt;br /&gt;the money they can show me is not gonna change my mind&lt;br /&gt;and im not willing  to take that risk again&lt;br /&gt;i need to be reborn and leave all the bearish and smut thoughts that the last season  has left as remain &lt;br /&gt;i gotta get so many things done&lt;br /&gt;and i declare my situation an emergency&lt;br /&gt;hopefully God will hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im wiser&lt;br /&gt;less innocent&lt;br /&gt;more confident,&lt;br /&gt;stronger,&lt;br /&gt;this new cold beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINATIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3308245159079933166?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3308245159079933166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3308245159079933166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3308245159079933166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3308245159079933166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/09/over-and-over.html' title='over and over'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RuDjYomnPuI/AAAAAAAAADI/pylMahDqzvA/s72-c/IMG_0977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-8844827033671236971</id><published>2007-08-24T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:51:33.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vida-musica-inmadurez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rs_DWomnPtI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qr05goR0sIY/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rs_DWomnPtI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qr05goR0sIY/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102511696457973458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que se esconde detras de una sonrisa?&lt;br /&gt;en realidad, de una media sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;y es que hace tiempo que la he estado praticando,&lt;br /&gt;con tanta destruccion a mi alrededor,&lt;br /&gt;me cuesta creer en la realidad&lt;br /&gt;prefiero pensar que todo se trata de una media verdad,&lt;br /&gt;la gente no puede ser tan mala, tampoco tan buena..&lt;br /&gt;lo unico que me alienta y mucho&lt;br /&gt;es la musica&lt;br /&gt;cada cancion para mi&lt;br /&gt;tiene un significado (por lo menos mis favoritas)&lt;br /&gt;todas me transportan a una etapa de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;una etapa de mi estado mental&lt;br /&gt;y una estapa de descubrimiento&lt;br /&gt;la primera vez que escuche "sweet child o' mine",&lt;br /&gt;ni sikiera sabia que la cantaba guns and roses, tampoco que esa banda era liderada &lt;br /&gt;por Axl Rose (el que despues se convertiria en mi amor imposible)&lt;br /&gt;y mucho menos tenia idea de lo que las liricas significaban en ingles (aun asi me la aprendi toditita)&lt;br /&gt;solo sabia que esa era mi cancion, siempre me ha llamado mucho la atencion el rock n roll,&lt;br /&gt;solia decir que yo era esa dulce niña de la que hablaba auquel rockero,&lt;br /&gt;por supuesto que me averigue bien el significado del titulo de la cancion..duh!&lt;br /&gt;ahora esa cancion significa mucho mas&lt;br /&gt;significa el comienzo de mi melomania&lt;br /&gt;aquella que empezo con fuerza cuando tenia catorce,&lt;br /&gt;mi prinera banda,&lt;br /&gt;mi primera tocada en publico en un centro comercial con mucha gente&lt;br /&gt;mi primer interes por aprender ingles&lt;br /&gt;mi primer gusto obsesivo por el sexo opuesto &lt;br /&gt;mi primer suenho por ser una rockstar&lt;br /&gt;jaja&lt;br /&gt;como han cambiado las cosas!&lt;br /&gt;detesto estar muy feliz, porque se que nada dura para siempre&lt;br /&gt;y eso me pone muy triste,&lt;br /&gt;quizas sea esa la razon de mi media sonrisa, puede que esa dure mas&lt;br /&gt;ya no soy tan ingenua&lt;br /&gt;diria que hasta soy mucho mas lista de lo que todos creen,&lt;br /&gt;pero siempre es mejor guardarse,&lt;br /&gt;perfil bajo..&lt;br /&gt;hoy dia descubri algo,&lt;br /&gt;no lo decubri en realidad me puse a pensar en que hay dos tipos de ignorancia,&lt;br /&gt;me refiero al desconociemiento total de lo que pasa en las comunidades modernas, leyes, idiomas, internet,etc,etc&lt;br /&gt;la primera es aquella que radica en no saber por el simple hecho nadie mas a tu alrededor sabe nada,&lt;br /&gt;me imagino que los ashaninkas, o los amish deben conocer muy de cerca la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;todos comparten los mismos valores&lt;br /&gt;la tecnologia les apesta y el trabajo es un deber que la comunidad comparte,&lt;br /&gt;cero estres, no envidia, no fuckin' paradigmas o patrones de belleza a seguir,&lt;br /&gt;pero una vez &lt;br /&gt;que te tropiezas con el occidente, la modernidad, etica social y tanta bullshit que debemos adoptar&lt;br /&gt;para actuar como educados es cuando la ignorancia pesa,&lt;br /&gt;porque el segundo tipo de ignorancia al que me quiero referir es aquella en la que el que sabe mas oprime al que sabe menos&lt;br /&gt;pero los inferiores no son ignorantes porque quieren, sino porque no tuvieron otra alternativa en la mayoria de los casos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se si me gustaria ser auquel feliz ignorante, que se pierde del mundo, grandes ciudades, idiomas, libros y obras de arte o ser aquel opresor&lt;br /&gt;a este punto, creo que tiendo mas a ser el oprimido, que de vez en cuando tiene que hacerla de opresor&lt;br /&gt;y es que si mis padres hubieran tenido mas dinero, en estos momentos estaria terminado mi carrera y preparandome para entrar al mundo de los opresores y orgullosos de serlo&lt;br /&gt;alguna vez llegue a creer que el comunismo no podria ser tan malo&lt;br /&gt;que quizas si empezamos de cero (lo cual es imposible)&lt;br /&gt;y todos compartimos mismos principios, deberes, educacion, cultura&lt;br /&gt;podriamos llegar a ese inexistente socialismo&lt;br /&gt;que ironia!&lt;br /&gt;seria un mundo muy tranquilo!&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;sigamos con el capitalismo entonces.. jaja, quien me entiende&lt;br /&gt;no yo misma&lt;br /&gt;ellos no me entienden cuando hablo (no importa el idioma, hablo muy rapido)&lt;br /&gt;yo no me entinedo cuando pienso (pienso mucho, muchisimo, me duele la cabeza de tato hacerlo)&lt;br /&gt;voy a llevar mas cursos, y tener un trabajo mas ocupado, de tal manera no tendre tiempo de pensar&lt;br /&gt;es por eso que en verano esoty en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;bailando, cantando, tomando, cuankier cosa que no me haga pensar y me de dolor de cabeza&lt;br /&gt;(es una mas de mis excusas para no aceptar que soy una bendita pata de perro y que amo los lugares poblados, muuuuuy poblados)&lt;br /&gt;jaja&lt;br /&gt;quisiera poder hacer canciones&lt;br /&gt;me esta costando tanto hacer una&lt;br /&gt;hace una semana hice una payasada de cancion&lt;br /&gt;obviamente que no la grabare porque da pena!&lt;br /&gt;jaja&lt;br /&gt;si tan solo me llegara un buen muso inspirador&lt;br /&gt;estoy segura que haria la cancion mas bonita del mundo&lt;br /&gt;pero es tan dificil para mi ser capturada por alguien&lt;br /&gt;me gustan todos los chicos (osea los que son medio buenos, inteligentes, alegres, creativos..y'know, my tipe, esos que vienen con un chip que es compatible conmigo)&lt;br /&gt;pero al toque me dejan de gustar&lt;br /&gt;y si no me dejan de gustar&lt;br /&gt;yo no les gusto lo suficiente para que yo me atreva a gustar de ellos incondicionalmente..&lt;br /&gt;es mejor asi&lt;br /&gt;la primera vez que ame a alguien, sera una y para siempre (si Dios me bendice con eso)&lt;br /&gt;no corazones rotos&lt;br /&gt;no perdida de tiempo&lt;br /&gt;"all i can say is that my life is pretty plain" .... (not really)&lt;br /&gt;pero si no he amado alguna vez, debo haber estado perdiendome de mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is 4 losers!&lt;br /&gt;o para gente madura&lt;br /&gt;entonces, estas hablando con the wrong person buddy!&lt;br /&gt;bueno &lt;br /&gt;seguire cantando los innumerable covers que me se&lt;br /&gt;yo tb les puedo poner mucha intensidad si esoty con animo&lt;br /&gt;Axl, por que estas tan viejo??&lt;br /&gt;Sandra, por que no tienes mas pechos y menos grasa en tu cuerpo? a los rockeros le gustan bien despachadas &lt;br /&gt;fuckin' pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;mis pensamientos fueron muchos&lt;br /&gt;mis conclusiones pocas (o ninguna)&lt;br /&gt;y el tiempo paso rapido&lt;br /&gt;escribir mierda ayuda a matarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias Dios mio, hoy tb aprendi mucho ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-8844827033671236971?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8844827033671236971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=8844827033671236971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8844827033671236971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8844827033671236971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/08/y-que-se-esconde-detras-de-una-sonrisa.html' title='vida-musica-inmadurez'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rs_DWomnPtI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qr05goR0sIY/s72-c/IMG_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-2749533481686428403</id><published>2007-08-19T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:11:45.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gay-gay-gay</title><content type='html'>ay-bay-bay&lt;br /&gt;i am gay! (in da way when somebody acts retarded)&lt;br /&gt;i got a headache and i need to go to the beach&lt;br /&gt;cuz summer its about to end&lt;br /&gt;and im in tears (in da way when u just say it and dont mean it)&lt;br /&gt;how crazy is this?&lt;br /&gt;im wearing my bathing suit&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a call to say: yo, im outside&lt;br /&gt;YOoo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;that word is funny to me cuz &lt;br /&gt;i cant say it right&lt;br /&gt;i just go like:&lt;br /&gt;jo&lt;br /&gt;or better&lt;br /&gt;joe&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;for me y and j&lt;br /&gt;are kinda da same&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;so what!?&lt;br /&gt;fight me over it!&lt;br /&gt;hit me&lt;br /&gt;slap me on da face!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i love my dog&lt;br /&gt;hes soooooooo adorable&lt;br /&gt;this fcuker hid his huge bone behind my &lt;br /&gt;pillow and juts took it out!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;that means that i slept with Nikko and a bone!&lt;br /&gt;its summer&lt;br /&gt;everything is possible&lt;br /&gt;what i was saying?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;that i love summer&lt;br /&gt;and in weeks it will be gone&lt;br /&gt;and it will be hard to smile frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay bay bay&lt;br /&gt;summer is being gay gay gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody is calling!&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy1&lt;br /&gt;im desperate 4 sun, sand, sea, ppl wearing bathing suits&lt;br /&gt;mojitos&lt;br /&gt;and more&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhggggggg&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;september is approaching to my window&lt;br /&gt;and i juts wanna cry so bad!&lt;br /&gt;noooooooo&lt;br /&gt;my friend sent a msg saying: "lets wait and see how the weather goes"&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna wait! (i hate waiting)&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if its raining later&lt;br /&gt;i need to see el mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay bay bay&lt;br /&gt;that msg was so gay gay gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn french now&lt;br /&gt;its sexy&lt;br /&gt;i heard a french conversation yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and i fell in love&lt;br /&gt;french gotta be the language of love for sure&lt;br /&gt;Italians!!! take that!!.. french is sexier!&lt;br /&gt;my bleached blonde hair gets me "blonde moments"&lt;br /&gt;and im hating it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay bay bay &lt;br /&gt;my hair is gay gay gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it looks that the freaking weather wont help me today&lt;br /&gt;and thats gaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;gay gay gay&lt;br /&gt;gay&lt;br /&gt;GAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-2749533481686428403?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2749533481686428403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=2749533481686428403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2749533481686428403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2749533481686428403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/08/gay-gay-gay.html' title='gay-gay-gay'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6901542713315529637</id><published>2007-08-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T06:50:31.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kiero desaparecer un ratito&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;por una semanita&lt;br /&gt;enterrarme en el fondo del mar y no salir&lt;br /&gt;por muchas horas&lt;br /&gt;relajarme&lt;br /&gt;olvidarme q el verano ya se olvido de mi&lt;br /&gt;y mis aventuras&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;juro q si alguien me hace desaparecer por un ratito&lt;br /&gt;no me molestare&lt;br /&gt;es mas&lt;br /&gt;quiero que sea por un ratote&lt;br /&gt;biiiiiieeeeeen largo&lt;br /&gt;y sonreire por siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me he vuelto como un cachorrito&lt;br /&gt;siempre en busca de amor&lt;br /&gt;muuuuucho amor&lt;br /&gt;y atencion&lt;br /&gt;kizas es porq extranho mucho a mi mami&lt;br /&gt;pero en serio&lt;br /&gt;kiero desaparecer 10 minutos&lt;br /&gt;no pensar&lt;br /&gt;y descansar de todo&lt;br /&gt;ok 5 minutos&lt;br /&gt;D E S A P A R E C E R &lt;br /&gt;sera por un momentito&lt;br /&gt;nadie me extranhara porque sera pokito tiempo&lt;br /&gt;oh c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;por lo menos 1 minuto y medio&lt;br /&gt;y sere muuuuuuuuuy feliz&lt;br /&gt;desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;no recordar&lt;br /&gt;no pensar&lt;br /&gt;no cantar&lt;br /&gt;no escribir&lt;br /&gt;no existir&lt;br /&gt;seran solo minutos&lt;br /&gt;desaparece&lt;br /&gt;(claro q no estoy hablando de suicidio)&lt;br /&gt;i luv my life&lt;br /&gt;pero me aburro si me divierto mucho&lt;br /&gt;me aburro si no me divierto&lt;br /&gt;kisiera q alguien me entendiese&lt;br /&gt;i wanna marry nikko&lt;br /&gt;hes so sexy&lt;br /&gt;y nunk se keja de nada&lt;br /&gt;el es el q realmente vive the good life&lt;br /&gt;porq no piensa&lt;br /&gt;como yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;encontrare la forma de desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;y regresar en dias&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;vivir&lt;br /&gt;desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;volver&lt;br /&gt;cambio de planes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6901542713315529637?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6901542713315529637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6901542713315529637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6901542713315529637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6901542713315529637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/08/kiero-desaparecer-un-ratito-mm-por-una.html' title=''/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-4145402062174945491</id><published>2007-08-12T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:46:11.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the game: life</title><content type='html'>im decided!&lt;br /&gt;im fighting myself not to&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING 2 PLAY THE GAME&lt;br /&gt;i have to&lt;br /&gt;for me (to be stronger, to learn from it)&lt;br /&gt;for them (to teach them that women have needs too, feelings, desires, dreams)&lt;br /&gt;and im not talking about promiscuity and revenge&lt;br /&gt;its something personal&lt;br /&gt;that i have to try myself&lt;br /&gt;I CAN SEE MORE THAN 1 GUY IN SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;they always do it...&lt;br /&gt;maybe im trying to justify myself&lt;br /&gt;because men are soooooooo freakin' hot!!&lt;br /&gt;more in this hot weather,&lt;br /&gt;all colors, nationalities, cultures, manners...&lt;br /&gt;i like them all!!! (most of them)&lt;br /&gt;but only few, have my entire attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;not to say the have oportunities with me&lt;br /&gt;ill be myself&lt;br /&gt;and get used to play the game&lt;br /&gt;y'know wat i mean???&lt;br /&gt;my life will stay plain,&lt;br /&gt;singing, writing crap, reading more crap and interesting spectacular books,&lt;br /&gt;partying like a rockstar,&lt;br /&gt;painting 4 fun&lt;br /&gt;and giving love and priority whom needs it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still believing&lt;br /&gt;ill probably be right back as soon as the summeris over&lt;br /&gt;to my books, my essays, life and family&lt;br /&gt;i love them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this all is new to me&lt;br /&gt;these things are inspiring me to forsee beyond my will&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get used to &lt;br /&gt;learn to see without eyes&lt;br /&gt;at least  for some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise it will be only a bittersweet episode in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-4145402062174945491?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4145402062174945491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=4145402062174945491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4145402062174945491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4145402062174945491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/08/game-life.html' title='the game: life'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-8932237654493851161</id><published>2007-08-10T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:15:02.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found summer inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rrz_QlNKkII/AAAAAAAAACw/aUkUlWNOgZo/s1600-h/Photo+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rrz_QlNKkII/AAAAAAAAACw/aUkUlWNOgZo/s400/Photo+257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097229538606878850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i thought&lt;br /&gt;days ago&lt;br /&gt;i realized something really corny&lt;br /&gt;my "art work" was finished,&lt;br /&gt;and i started it before i met him&lt;br /&gt;and yes yeah&lt;br /&gt;its lame&lt;br /&gt;but the result&lt;br /&gt;was HIM and my idea of him  glorified...&lt;br /&gt;no matta what&lt;br /&gt;i really dont mind&lt;br /&gt;if i cant have him&lt;br /&gt;i would use him as my new found inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;because even if i know i could so something to get him back&lt;br /&gt;i dont want that!&lt;br /&gt;not for now&lt;br /&gt;that i need to be with myself&lt;br /&gt;that i need to resolve some stuff going on still,&lt;br /&gt;and only i can be thankful with you&lt;br /&gt;for listening&lt;br /&gt;for kissing me&lt;br /&gt;for huging me&lt;br /&gt;for being who youve been&lt;br /&gt;i dont expect nothing else from you&lt;br /&gt;that day has been enough for me to clarify my mind&lt;br /&gt;you made me stronger with only have looked at me&lt;br /&gt;and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;thank you for breaking the curse&lt;br /&gt;for impregnating your smell on me&lt;br /&gt;for lifting me up&lt;br /&gt;i swear i owe you a song!&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;gracias&lt;br /&gt;obrigada&lt;br /&gt;arigato&lt;br /&gt;afgaristo&lt;br /&gt;mercy&lt;br /&gt;danke&lt;br /&gt;grazie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew more thank yous to thank you &lt;br /&gt;peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-8932237654493851161?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8932237654493851161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=8932237654493851161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8932237654493851161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8932237654493851161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/08/found-summer-inspiration.html' title='found summer inspiration'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rrz_QlNKkII/AAAAAAAAACw/aUkUlWNOgZo/s72-c/Photo+257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6955414699421394629</id><published>2007-08-09T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:28:51.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where have i been?</title><content type='html'>this time is crazy&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, haging out with guys "those guys"&lt;br /&gt;or girls that act like a guy&lt;br /&gt;make you learn more stuff than you should&lt;br /&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;where have i been all this time living??&lt;br /&gt;i thought about it before,&lt;br /&gt;but i took it as a rumor only,&lt;br /&gt;but its not!&lt;br /&gt;its true!&lt;br /&gt;guys (im generalizing) are pigs!&lt;br /&gt;they talk dirty!&lt;br /&gt;and they share with each other their thoughts about girls!&lt;br /&gt;like "oh i just wanna do her this way, blah,blah,blah"&lt;br /&gt;nooooo&lt;br /&gt;how come?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, women think about too&lt;br /&gt;but, c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;ive never heard a friend saying "oh if i only could suck his d.."&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;is that true that times are changing so bad?&lt;br /&gt;would you imagine you grandpa saying stuff like that? (of course he thought about it)&lt;br /&gt;well, it was a funny night, full of music, some drinks and good conversartions,&lt;br /&gt;my friend just told me how dirty this old guy from work was talking about me&lt;br /&gt;(he said it in italian, he thought my friend didnt speak that language from the booted country)&lt;br /&gt;he could be my father or even HIS father&lt;br /&gt;is that all about nationalities?&lt;br /&gt;genders?&lt;br /&gt;ages?&lt;br /&gt;tiimes?&lt;br /&gt;life?&lt;br /&gt;it seems stupid to make such a big issue of this,&lt;br /&gt;but for real, today, that attracted my attention more than other thing,&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to speak my mind,&lt;br /&gt;so what about that sweet kid you met down the shore or in a party?&lt;br /&gt;would they refer about you in that way when they told their boys about you?&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;i swear i think they would be like "hey buddy u has to meet this girl, so cute and funny, shes waaaay beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;or in the worst way  "shes hot! must be good in bed"&lt;br /&gt;but whoa!&lt;br /&gt;what ive heard tonight kinda shocked me,&lt;br /&gt;are all the men of this century like that?&lt;br /&gt;its all about sex?&lt;br /&gt;skin and meat?&lt;br /&gt;im not been paranoic!&lt;br /&gt;i know all of us have obscene thoughts, and sometimes we act with our impulses&lt;br /&gt;but, how far is the line between being natural humans and sexually sicks??&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt expect that from the guys i want around&lt;br /&gt;from those who id like to date, kiss or something else.&lt;br /&gt;im not saying that talking about making love, positions or intimacy is immoral, &lt;br /&gt;otherwise, there must be a barrier than can tell us when someone is being repugnantly offensive or just emotional &lt;br /&gt;i dont want that for me&lt;br /&gt;for my society&lt;br /&gt;for my children&lt;br /&gt;my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its everything okay with free spirits, open minds and open sexuality&lt;br /&gt;but when somebody seems to bother the rest (like me)&lt;br /&gt;theres when you say, this is not right&lt;br /&gt;i believe there are some women still&lt;br /&gt;that think like me, and they are not particularly ugly or sexually repressed&lt;br /&gt;they just want to  be counted beyond bodies, boobs or butts&lt;br /&gt;be heard, and special forever, not only when they are young and looking good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6955414699421394629?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6955414699421394629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6955414699421394629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6272888142005200182</id><published>2007-08-05T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:27:21.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ella dice sal sol, sol sal</title><content type='html'>y ella que todo lo sabe&lt;br /&gt;se sorprende porque una noche&lt;br /&gt;alguien le hablo con snceridad&lt;br /&gt;ella que todo lo ha visto&lt;br /&gt;que lo tuvo todo&lt;br /&gt;lo tiene y lo tendra&lt;br /&gt;se sonroja al escuchar un simple cumplido&lt;br /&gt;ella, que ha estado en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;sin ni tan si kiera contar consigo misma&lt;br /&gt;le da risa que le hablen de amor&lt;br /&gt;con ternura y despacio&lt;br /&gt;ella que no se imagina&lt;br /&gt;que el amor puede estar en su mismo estado&lt;br /&gt;y a la vuelta de su casa&lt;br /&gt;cree que solo le hablan&lt;br /&gt;por un unico y machita objetivo: llevarla a la cama!&lt;br /&gt;ella que por mas que lo niegue&lt;br /&gt;sigue creyendo en el amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;y correspondido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se le olvidaron hacer un par de preguntas&lt;br /&gt;para asegurarse de que aquel no estaba loco como todos en este mundo&lt;br /&gt;como ella&lt;br /&gt;sus amigas&lt;br /&gt;sus amigos&lt;br /&gt;su familia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ella le falto valor para apostar por una nueva conquista  esta noche&lt;br /&gt;porque kizas penso&lt;br /&gt;que no se trataria de solo una noche&lt;br /&gt;le dio miedo&lt;br /&gt;tiene aun que aprender las reglas del juego&lt;br /&gt;porque jugar es divertido cuado se sabe que las posibilidades de ganar son altas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay que saber jugar&lt;br /&gt;si se apuesta a ganar&lt;br /&gt;los dias siguen pasando&lt;br /&gt;el verano aun no se ha terminado&lt;br /&gt;ella sabe&lt;br /&gt;que las reglas estan ahi&lt;br /&gt;solo hace falta tomarlas en cuenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se puede acabar tan rapido&lt;br /&gt;cada dia es uno nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella sabe que hay mas que ganar qye perder&lt;br /&gt;sigue ceyendo que el sol &lt;br /&gt;esta de vacaciones&lt;br /&gt;y que por muchos dias mas&lt;br /&gt;seguira yendo a la playa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella quiere hablarle&lt;br /&gt;le pedira que no se vaya nunca&lt;br /&gt;o aunq sea&lt;br /&gt;por unos 45 dias mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sal solcito, calientala un pokito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6272888142005200182?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6272888142005200182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6272888142005200182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>jajaaj&lt;br /&gt;cuanta diversion tuve hoy&lt;br /&gt;cuantas cosas pasadas vi?&lt;br /&gt;y es verdad&lt;br /&gt;no importa el tamanho&lt;br /&gt;ni el dinero&lt;br /&gt;ni el mismo conociemineto&lt;br /&gt;es acerca de quimica&lt;br /&gt;fuckin' quimica&lt;br /&gt;que me encanta&lt;br /&gt;que se presenta&lt;br /&gt;en alguien q nunca en tu vida has visto antes&lt;br /&gt;pero al conspirar&lt;br /&gt;se conectan tan bien&lt;br /&gt;losmdos viven por lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;mas allas de creencias&lt;br /&gt;solo las dos almas salen al encuentro&lt;br /&gt;a ver whats going on&lt;br /&gt;y se entinden tan bien&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;el aire que se respira es denso&lt;br /&gt;pero es faxil de cpatar de que se tarta&lt;br /&gt;son dos seres queriedno ser cmunicados&lt;br /&gt;quereondo ser oidos y entendidos&lt;br /&gt;nadie mas lo podria hace rq ellos msmo&lt;br /&gt;y doy gracias por eso&lt;br /&gt;por compratir esse sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;tan lejano y tan mutiuo&lt;br /&gt;tan personal y lejano&lt;br /&gt;gracias por abrirme el alam y querer compartilro&lt;br /&gt;siempre estare ahi para que me cuentes como se siente&lt;br /&gt;me fascina tu amgia&lt;br /&gt;tu forma de capturar mi atencion&lt;br /&gt;hacermen olvidar del resto&lt;br /&gt;el tan resnete rest&lt;br /&gt;y traerme de nuevo a lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;admiro&lt;br /&gt;y quiero&lt;br /&gt;kien sabe q es lo q viene&lt;br /&gt;solo te kiepr cerca&lt;br /&gt;para que me guies&lt;br /&gt;y auqn se q no es muchpio&lt;br /&gt;tu etas mas lejos q yo&lt;br /&gt;casi llegando&lt;br /&gt;y te respeto&lt;br /&gt;y te admiro&lt;br /&gt;gracioas por el trago de anoche&lt;br /&gt;por la vinvencias&lt;br /&gt;por cruzar miradas&lt;br /&gt;por traemre de nuevo a donde estaba&lt;br /&gt;aun incluso sin conocerte&lt;br /&gt;Dios es testigo de cuanto he buscado esto&lt;br /&gt;con todos y conmigo misma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tenga buenas noches ud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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wei'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-432057349711331066</id><published>2007-07-29T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:25:58.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BE URSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rq1x-FNKkFI/AAAAAAAAACY/DuwwyazRoNw/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rq1x-FNKkFI/AAAAAAAAACY/DuwwyazRoNw/s400/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092852064989122642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rq1whlNKkEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4qGP84Wv3OA/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rq1whlNKkEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4qGP84Wv3OA/s400/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092850475851223106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rq1vl1NKkDI/AAAAAAAAACI/Vq9VmHRPsmU/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rq1vl1NKkDI/AAAAAAAAACI/Vq9VmHRPsmU/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092849449354039346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;BE SAD&lt;br /&gt;BE PRETTY&lt;br /&gt;BE UGLY&lt;br /&gt;BE FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;BE BORING&lt;br /&gt;BE POLITE&lt;br /&gt;BE NASTY&lt;br /&gt;BE SWEET&lt;br /&gt;BE CRUDE&lt;br /&gt;BE SMART&lt;br /&gt;BE FOOL&lt;br /&gt;BE TALKATIVE&lt;br /&gt;BE QUIET&lt;br /&gt;BE MATURE&lt;br /&gt;BE KIDDO&lt;br /&gt;BE SOPHISTICATED&lt;br /&gt;BE ORDINARY&lt;br /&gt;BE SIMPLE&lt;br /&gt;BE COMPLICATED&lt;br /&gt;BE NORMAL&lt;br /&gt;BE WEIRD&lt;br /&gt;BE INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;BE REBEL&lt;br /&gt;BE TRUE&lt;br /&gt;BE FALSE&lt;br /&gt;BE YOURSELF~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-432057349711331066?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/432057349711331066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=432057349711331066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/432057349711331066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/432057349711331066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/be-urself.html' title='BE URSELF'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rq1x-FNKkFI/AAAAAAAAACY/DuwwyazRoNw/s72-c/IMG_0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-7568239534827853150</id><published>2007-07-20T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:33:22.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JFF</title><content type='html'>the music is loud, the old lady next door must be thinking that im "that kind of girl" and yes i am that kind of girl who dares to tell everyone that you can change destiny, i dont have luck anymore, cuz i dont believe in it i believe in purposes in God leading ppl to reach their goals in me losing the pose to become myself again that person that ive been missing for a while a looong while i remember of my grandma telling me  how a girl gotta act and ive been following her advices till  i got to this point the point where i feel that i cant be an hypocrite anymore this is not working any longer i speak my mind when i want to and in some cases when im allow to i dont pretend to be freaking annoying, they dont have to listen to me if they dont want to just dont ask me if u dont wanna hear! i havent learnt to dominate my impulses yet, sometimes it gets me trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why i like books cuz they are always there to be heard when you want them to talk  and thats why i love pictures too they capture a part of the moment not the whole reality they speak all the languages they know how to hide stuff  how to be polite when they need so how to be crude when nobody expects it...&lt;br /&gt; but im just trying to recover the real me beyond this f**king weird blonde hair that makes me look like a fake barbie doll from the andes lol.. im picturing his face one more time ( i always do it) and i cant tell if it is the hottie from the beach the sweetest thing from the caffe or the weirdo from the block but i know is there for me to release me  and take me out of this crap that the universe is trying to turn into this hot summer&lt;br /&gt;hurry!!  im wodering when was it that i became so romantic eww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-7568239534827853150?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6719135410915639606</id><published>2007-07-06T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T03:37:07.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song de cason</title><content type='html'>eran las 5 de la manana &lt;br /&gt;y como cada dia&lt;br /&gt;el despertar se hacia pesado&lt;br /&gt;tras una corta noche de suenho&lt;br /&gt;tenia muchas preocupaciones en mente&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo, siempre se decia&lt;br /&gt;asi misma&lt;br /&gt;que cada dia traia una novedad,&lt;br /&gt;una esperanza&lt;br /&gt;algo nuevo q lograr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estaba muy inquieta &lt;br /&gt;no sabia por donde empezar&lt;br /&gt;se acordo que era verano&lt;br /&gt;una razon mas para sonreir,&lt;br /&gt;a medida q pasaba la mañana&lt;br /&gt;sentia q las horas se iban volando&lt;br /&gt;estuvo en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;pero en ninguna encontro lo que tanto buscaba...&lt;br /&gt;y es q la respuesta q queria&lt;br /&gt;no dependia de un dia ni de dos ni de tres&lt;br /&gt;mas que una respuesta&lt;br /&gt;era un decision que debio haber tomado&lt;br /&gt;desde q descubrio lo que tenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasando la hora del almuerzo&lt;br /&gt;agradecio porq nunca le habia faltado lo mas importante,&lt;br /&gt;un hogar, &lt;br /&gt;en realidad por mas q a veces lo deseaba,&lt;br /&gt;nunca habia estado sola,&lt;br /&gt;por el contrario&lt;br /&gt;en el fondo sabia&lt;br /&gt;que para muchos su presencia era vivificadora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo corria&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos la atormentaban&lt;br /&gt;como saber si estaba haciendo lo correcto&lt;br /&gt;cuando no conocia el comienzo del camino&lt;br /&gt;que debia tomar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atardecio finalmente,&lt;br /&gt;temblorosa ella&lt;br /&gt;le temia al tiempo&lt;br /&gt;no queria que llegase la noche&lt;br /&gt;habian sido tan oscuras ultimamente&lt;br /&gt;se hacian tan largas,&lt;br /&gt;como si toda esperanza desapareciera de su corazon por unas horas,&lt;br /&gt;de tanto pensar y pensar&lt;br /&gt;asi le alcanzo la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habia pasado por su mente&lt;br /&gt;lo que descubrio hacia unos dias atras,&lt;br /&gt;que a medida que la luna menguaba &lt;br /&gt;se acrecentaba la desesperanza de no volver a amar&lt;br /&gt;en un instante&lt;br /&gt;miro al cielo&lt;br /&gt;le parecio con un cometa hablar&lt;br /&gt;iba de pasada&lt;br /&gt;ella se pregunto si es que lo suppo escuchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejo de respirar por un momento&lt;br /&gt;como entre suenhos le parecio estar&lt;br /&gt;al despertar&lt;br /&gt;al cabo de segundos&lt;br /&gt;una lagrima rodo por su mejilla&lt;br /&gt;que al disiparse &lt;br /&gt;le trajo seguridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de pronto aquella noche &lt;br /&gt;ella se sintio la mas bella,&lt;br /&gt;era la estrella que mas brillaba en aquella velada&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro al firmamneto&lt;br /&gt;recordo tambien&lt;br /&gt;que se habia prometido a aprender &lt;br /&gt;a descifrar el viento&lt;br /&gt;porque creia que algun dia lo conduciria a EL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y esa noche el viento soplaba muy fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;le hizo recuperar la fe&lt;br /&gt;se armo de valor&lt;br /&gt;y se dirigio a su destino,&lt;br /&gt;estaba consiguiendo interpretar su significado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cerro los ojos &lt;br /&gt;juro nunca mas vivir del pasado&lt;br /&gt;ni oir al futuro,&lt;br /&gt;"cada dia que pasa es una nueva aventura" se dijo,&lt;br /&gt;"si vivo pensando en lo que pudo ser y no fue&lt;br /&gt;seguire pensado que algun dia sera,&lt;br /&gt;el presente es unico&lt;br /&gt;vivelo creyendo que podria ser el ultimo&lt;br /&gt;al fin y al cabo cualquier dia es bueno para morir o seguir viviendo&lt;br /&gt;no desaproveches las riquezas que estan a tu alrededir&lt;br /&gt;amalas&lt;br /&gt;y dales buen uso"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a partir de ese dia&lt;br /&gt;ella&lt;br /&gt;encontro la felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;aquella que se encontraba &lt;br /&gt;en el secreto de saber lo que se tiene&lt;br /&gt;sin esperar a perderlo&lt;br /&gt;porque nunca se añora lo no tenido&lt;br /&gt;asi como nunca se tiene lo que ya esta perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecio a Dios,&lt;br /&gt;ese fue el final de su larga noche casi interminable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6719135410915639606?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6719135410915639606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6719135410915639606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6719135410915639606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6719135410915639606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/07/song-de-cason.html' title='song de cason'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-4229418414480217822</id><published>2007-06-26T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:45:36.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 noche de esas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RoHrY_rPrAI/AAAAAAAAACA/fxDNJ2NE1CU/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RoHrY_rPrAI/AAAAAAAAACA/fxDNJ2NE1CU/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080600669292833794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es una de esas noche de verano&lt;br /&gt;en que la nostalgia te abraza&lt;br /&gt;y empiezas a preguntarte cosa tras cosa&lt;br /&gt;una de esas noches en la que necesitas abrirle el alma al aire&lt;br /&gt;en las que caminas con el cuerpo humedecido&lt;br /&gt;de calor&lt;br /&gt;y que parece que fuera en camara lenta&lt;br /&gt;una de esas noches en la que quieres huir&lt;br /&gt;y no sabes a donde&lt;br /&gt;una noche de verano en las que quieres darle respuesta&lt;br /&gt;a todas tus preguntas&lt;br /&gt;algunas del pasado, otras del presente,&lt;br /&gt;ninguna te dice que sera del futuro, sigue estando tan incierto...&lt;br /&gt;una noche en la que respiras profundo &lt;br /&gt;y al exhalar desprendes algunas lagrimas secas&lt;br /&gt;que son rezagos de promesas truncadas que se llevo el viento..&lt;br /&gt;es una noche en la que tus ideas son muchas&lt;br /&gt;pero son tantas que no logras concretar ninguna,&lt;br /&gt;ideas sueltas&lt;br /&gt;que intuyo, a todos se les pasa por la mente&lt;br /&gt;pero pocos aclanzan concluir,&lt;br /&gt;es una noche en la que podrias aceptarlo todo&lt;br /&gt;en la que todo podria pasar&lt;br /&gt;y no te sorprenderia nada...&lt;br /&gt;una noche en la que no puedes ver solo augurar,&lt;br /&gt;te gustaria haber podido hacer tanto&lt;br /&gt;y te sigues lamentando por tantos errores&lt;br /&gt;aun sabiendo que gracias a muchos de ellos&lt;br /&gt;aprendiste tanto&lt;br /&gt;una noche loca de verano&lt;br /&gt;en las que mirandote a ti mismo &lt;br /&gt;agradeces por tantas bendiciones&lt;br /&gt;y te averguenzas por tantas equivocaciones&lt;br /&gt;una noche mas en las que no sabes a que hora se te iran&lt;br /&gt;tantas ideas de la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;una de esas noche de verano&lt;br /&gt;en las que solo piensas y el tiempo pasa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-4229418414480217822?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4229418414480217822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=4229418414480217822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4229418414480217822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4229418414480217822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-noche-de-esas.html' title='1 noche de esas'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RoHrY_rPrAI/AAAAAAAAACA/fxDNJ2NE1CU/s72-c/IMG_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-8188775151895344079</id><published>2007-06-07T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:04:08.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;'/><title type='text'>just summer beers</title><content type='html'>y hoy me acorde,&lt;br /&gt;q ese era el chico q conoci hace 2 anhos atras&lt;br /&gt;q siempre kise y nunk tuve&lt;br /&gt;q siemroe admire y nunk dije lo muche q lo hice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no se por q aun te recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;estas tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;y a la vez tan cerca&lt;br /&gt;pero se q nunca te tendre&lt;br /&gt;ni por equivocaion&lt;br /&gt;tu hiciste lo tuyo&lt;br /&gt;yo lo mio&lt;br /&gt;cada uno con lo suyo&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces me pregunto si yo pudiera hacer la diferencia&lt;br /&gt;por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aj!&lt;br /&gt;y hoy te vi&lt;br /&gt;solo por foto&lt;br /&gt;y me acorde lo mucho q me gustabas&lt;br /&gt;o me gustas&lt;br /&gt;que un dia como hoy&lt;br /&gt;te vi por primera vez&lt;br /&gt;que un dia como hoy, me dieron tantas ganas de besarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero se que el tiempo no pasa por gusto&lt;br /&gt;y a estas altura ya ni sikiera m deberia de acorda de tu nobre&lt;br /&gt;peor a estas alturas se mucho mas q eso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me gustaria estar ahi&lt;br /&gt;contigo. en donde estes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IM IMPRESSED"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-8188775151895344079?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8188775151895344079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=8188775151895344079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8188775151895344079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/8188775151895344079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-summer-beers.html' title='just summer beers'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-447624586514365293</id><published>2007-06-05T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:58:13.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIg girls Do cry</title><content type='html'>Its ironic that you were the last person to call&lt;br /&gt;in case of emergency&lt;br /&gt;and its funny that you were the first one to be there&lt;br /&gt;no matter what... without expecting anything back&lt;br /&gt;maybe just a "thank you"&lt;br /&gt;im sorry im not being fair&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i always make decitions on my own&lt;br /&gt;but thats the way life works to me&lt;br /&gt;this time is perfect to be with myself&lt;br /&gt;i need it to know me better&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt easy to start over in a new country-neighborhood-school&lt;br /&gt;and yes you are more than special to me&lt;br /&gt;and yes im gonna miss you&lt;br /&gt;and yes ive learnt so much,&lt;br /&gt;more than i expected &lt;br /&gt;dontcha think this time has been crazy and full of unforgettable experiences?&lt;br /&gt;this is something that i have to do for me&lt;br /&gt;im trying to catch all the promises i made myself once&lt;br /&gt;and you will see that  this is for your own good&lt;br /&gt;and you ought to know that you are so much more than all your fears &lt;br /&gt;and im sorry im not fair this time&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry im not the most boring person ever! (lol) but, we are going to be fine, arent we?&lt;br /&gt;ill probably be laughing of it&lt;br /&gt;not too far from now&lt;br /&gt;im ready to be the companion of my solitude&lt;br /&gt;i will keep my tears invisible &lt;br /&gt;my sorrows written in a journal&lt;br /&gt; thanx God! how much ive learnt!!!  PS1: And YES big girls DO cry, but only when nobody is around  PS2: BOYS dont cry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-447624586514365293?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/447624586514365293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=447624586514365293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/447624586514365293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/447624586514365293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-ironic-that-you-were-lats-person-to.html' title='BIg girls Do cry'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-8702931951721710464</id><published>2007-06-04T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:08:38.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RmPE_8FfmMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s1HXL0FGElc/s1600-h/MOV00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RmPE_8FfmMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s1HXL0FGElc/s400/MOV00016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072114208089282754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;i cant read the future&lt;br /&gt;not even can see the present clearly ...&lt;br /&gt;but i believe theres something behind all this situation&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks that i cant open my mouth to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;dude!&lt;br /&gt;its not me at all&lt;br /&gt;its you and your whole humanity&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts, your laughs.. &lt;br /&gt;but u cant help it&lt;br /&gt;it was meant to be like this&lt;br /&gt;and im happy with the results though,&lt;br /&gt;dontcha see me better now?&lt;br /&gt;wantcha bet who learnt more?&lt;br /&gt;i hate lies as a i enjoy waking up late,&lt;br /&gt;my smiley face is trying to make you see beyond my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but is not your will&lt;br /&gt;to make it easy&lt;br /&gt;i love smiling as i dislike oatmeal &lt;br /&gt;my tired back wants to hold you &lt;br /&gt;but the  weight is too heavy to resist it...&lt;br /&gt;you should know that ur so much more than your fears&lt;br /&gt;that you deserve more than my remains &lt;br /&gt;we could not work it out&lt;br /&gt;i said man take it slow&lt;br /&gt;that time will be the only witness of our acts&lt;br /&gt;and consequences&lt;br /&gt;time up!&lt;br /&gt;we didnt have it good&lt;br /&gt;the bubble has been bursted&lt;br /&gt;the dreams are out all over&lt;br /&gt;trying to build a new one&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;im catching all the promises i made myself once&lt;br /&gt;to get it into a perfect new begining&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i will find you the way to get out of here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RmPE_8FfmMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s1HXL0FGElc/s72-c/MOV00016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-1178150504468316973</id><published>2007-05-18T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:57:43.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me arme de valor&lt;br /&gt;y por fin te lo dije,&lt;br /&gt;tu no me creias,&lt;br /&gt;jamas pensaste que hoy seria el fin&lt;br /&gt;ni tampoco yo&lt;br /&gt;no lo planee&lt;br /&gt;ni practique las palabras que decir&lt;br /&gt;para que duela menos...&lt;br /&gt;y aunque no me creas&lt;br /&gt;a mi me duele tambien&lt;br /&gt;mucho&lt;br /&gt;demasiado,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazon esta quebrado una vez mas,&lt;br /&gt;probablemente en poco tiempo&lt;br /&gt;te vea con alguien mas,&lt;br /&gt;seguramente antes que yo,&lt;br /&gt;conseguiras a alguien mas,&lt;br /&gt;lamento tu dolor&lt;br /&gt;siento tu temor&lt;br /&gt;siento que quiero llorar&lt;br /&gt;pero me contengo..&lt;br /&gt;es tan dificil ser fuerte en momentos como este&lt;br /&gt;y me pregunto por cuanto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;la herida estara abierta&lt;br /&gt;perdona que no pueda arreglarlo&lt;br /&gt;quisiera poder darte fortaleza,&lt;br /&gt;soy tan propensa al cambio,&lt;br /&gt;tan impresindible como para darte sospechas..&lt;br /&gt;no puedo derramar ni una sola lagrima,&lt;br /&gt;mi llanto es seco,&lt;br /&gt;encontraras a alguien mas que te de lo que yo no puedo&lt;br /&gt;conseguiras que tu alma vuelva a estar abierta&lt;br /&gt;como siempre&lt;br /&gt;me quede corta de palabras una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;no hay frase que te haga sentir mejor&lt;br /&gt;no hay sentimiento que me haga cambiar de opinion&lt;br /&gt;gracias por tu tiempo y calor&lt;br /&gt;me hiciste mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta otra etapa!&lt;br /&gt;nos vemos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1178150504468316973?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1178150504468316973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=1178150504468316973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1178150504468316973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1178150504468316973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-arme-de-valor-y-por-fin-te-lo-dije.html' title=''/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-4348854423270382940</id><published>2007-05-04T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T18:27:27.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alla, aqui, ahi...</title><content type='html'>a que estamos jugando si los dos sabemos que esto no es amor?&lt;br /&gt;y tu ahora estas a 100 kilometros de aqui&lt;br /&gt;y yo despues estare a mas de 1000...&lt;br /&gt;de que se supone se alimenta esta relacion que ya no cree en promesas&lt;br /&gt;ni uno en el otro,&lt;br /&gt;tengo tantos sentimientos que me gustaria compartir contigo,&lt;br /&gt;pero se que nunca vamos a ponernos de acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;tu eres nieve y yo soy lluvia, hechos de la misma escencia&lt;br /&gt;pero uno acaba con el otro...&lt;br /&gt;y me gustaria contarte todo lo que esta en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;pero se que, nunca lo entenderias..&lt;br /&gt;me gustaria tambien, leer tus pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;asi seria mas facil el no herirte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun si supieras mi verdad,&lt;br /&gt;me tomarias de la mano y me querrerias mucho?&lt;br /&gt;me aceptarias y te reirias conmigo?&lt;br /&gt;me seguirias trayendo flores para robarme una sonrisa?&lt;br /&gt;te apuesto a que te darias media vuelta y terminarias llamandome&lt;br /&gt;con los peores adjetivos calificativos que conoces en los tres idiomas que sabes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es por eso que me mantengo en silencio&lt;br /&gt;pero prometo que algun dia no muy lejano lo sabras todo&lt;br /&gt;y hare mi mejor esfuerzo para no derramarte lagrimas,&lt;br /&gt;quizas las medias verdades sean convenientes&lt;br /&gt;a veces la mitad de una verdad no termina siendo mentira&lt;br /&gt;solo es una verdad incompleta"jaja"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahi, probablemente tu con tus amigos, estas pensando en mi...&lt;br /&gt;yo, aqui sola, en frente de mi pantalla&lt;br /&gt;tipeando lo que se me viene a la mente, tambien pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;no se si de la misma forma ...&lt;br /&gt;si te provoca probar algun otro beso&lt;br /&gt;hazlo, talvez sea necesario..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quisiera ser menos complicada&lt;br /&gt;y abrirte mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;lo he intentado,&lt;br /&gt;pero me rindo..&lt;br /&gt;te extraño un poquito..&lt;br /&gt;estaremos bien&lt;br /&gt;todo terminara como tiene que ser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por otra parte...&lt;br /&gt;donde estara EL???&lt;br /&gt;sera que lo conozco??&lt;br /&gt;preferiria que no&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOche PEsada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-4348854423270382940?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4348854423270382940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=4348854423270382940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4348854423270382940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4348854423270382940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/05/alla-aqui-ahi.html' title='alla, aqui, ahi...'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3442341662383018297</id><published>2007-04-16T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:42:57.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La edad feliz :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RiPDq4uT6cI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z516c0xnowc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RiPDq4uT6cI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z516c0xnowc/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054098348388379074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RiPDj4uT6bI/AAAAAAAAABo/SBRWMIEVGSg/s1600-h/feliz_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RiPDj4uT6bI/AAAAAAAAABo/SBRWMIEVGSg/s400/feliz_2005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054098228129294770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que casi todos llegan a una etapa en la vida en donde se aceptan tal cuales son,&lt;br /&gt;estan seguros de saber lo que quieren; saben a donde ir y con quien.&lt;br /&gt;La persona a la que eligen no es mas que su perfecta  media mitad, que con defectos y virtudes los hace sentir que nadie mas en este mundo ocuparia mejor ese lugar que aquella. &lt;br /&gt;Atras quedan todos esos mitos acerca de la belleza fisica, la perfecta figura y la cara simetrica. Se han pasado la vida entera buscando la mejor pareja, aquella que lucira bien en fotos o que los amigos iran a aceptar.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, tarde o temprano, llega el momento en sus vidas de vivir a lo que he llamado "la edad feliz". La etapa con la que la mayoria desearia perdurar de por vida, en la que se sienten lo suficientemente maduros para tomar decisiones relevantes y lo suficientemente jovenes para no perder la vehemencia que requiere vivir. &lt;br /&gt;En esta fase es donde la gente se enamora. Aprende a abrir el corazon sinceramente, y los looks se dejan de lado. Al final, lo que todos buscan es a una persona que los entienda, quiera, y les de seguridad. Nunca les han preguntado a sus abuelos, padres o tios cual fue la primera reaccion que tuvieron al conocer por primera vez a sus parejas?... es divertido!, mi mama me dijo que nunca penso en quedarse para siempre con aquel hombre casi de su misma altura, risueño, que usa lentes y seguro de si mismo, que es mi padre. Si bien es cierto, el para siempre aun no se ha cumplido, pero con lo felices que veo a ambos sosteniendose el uno al otro, estoy mas que segura que lo lograran.&lt;br /&gt;La edad feliz, yace en la seguridad que las personas adquieren en sus vidas atravez de la experiencia. Es de importancia concentrarse en este periodo de sus vidas porque de eso dependera las consecuencias futuras. No hay matrimonio que fracase si ambas partes ponen de si para hacerlo funcionar. Tomar decisiones precisa de responsabilidad y entrega, es como cuando se hace una promesa, no la puedes romper bajo ninguna circustancia. Es quizas este, el metodo que utilizaron mis padres y abuelos, aquel del cual estoy tan orgullosa. &lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto cuando la edad feliz llegara a mi, a mi hermana, a mis amigos. Quisiera saber si esta le pasa a todos en el casi mismo lapso de tiempo y cuales son los sintomas de su presencia. &lt;br /&gt;Sueño con toparme con esta etapa, que mas alla de frivolidades, te encara con una realidad dulce y esperanzada. &lt;br /&gt;Como se sentira amar a alguien que no lleva tu sangre?&lt;br /&gt;formar una familia?&lt;br /&gt;estar bien con Dios y consigo al mismo tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;Por mi parte, sigo luchando contra mis miedos, refozando mis creencias y mirando hacia adelante, lista para mi encuentro con la dichosa edad feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que venga despues, solo lo sabre hasta que me encuentre en esa fase, que por ahora aspiro llegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3442341662383018297?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3442341662383018297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3442341662383018297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3442341662383018297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3442341662383018297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-edad-feliz.html' title='La edad feliz :)'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RiPDq4uT6cI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z516c0xnowc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-1416656458417344734</id><published>2007-04-15T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:20:42.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RiKJHouT6aI/AAAAAAAAABg/mMmXe5MVB64/s1600-h/IMG_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RiKJHouT6aI/AAAAAAAAABg/mMmXe5MVB64/s400/IMG_2954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053752496146868642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como seguir adelante&lt;br /&gt;si las ganas no te lo perniten&lt;br /&gt;como mirar de frente&lt;br /&gt;si no te puedes olvidar de lo que hubo atras&lt;br /&gt;como deshacer promesas&lt;br /&gt;si sigues creyendo que son para siempre&lt;br /&gt;como borrar heridas&lt;br /&gt;si las cicatrices te ponen en evidencia&lt;br /&gt;como desempanhar tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;si aun tienes ganas de llorar por tanto aguantarte&lt;br /&gt;como volver a casa&lt;br /&gt;en donde nunca encontraste un hogar&lt;br /&gt;como contar con alguien mas&lt;br /&gt;sino cuentas ni contigo mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son tantas preguntas que me gustaria ser capaz de responder&lt;br /&gt;para ayudarte&lt;br /&gt;pero mi ser inerte esta siendo llevado por la desidia,&lt;br /&gt;y me esta costando mucho contenderla..&lt;br /&gt;quiero salir de esta etapa&lt;br /&gt;para ir juntos a buscar respuestas&lt;br /&gt;me pregunto en donde estaremos de aca a 365 dias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3  FE &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-1416656458417344734?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1416656458417344734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=1416656458417344734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1416656458417344734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/1416656458417344734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RiKJHouT6aI/AAAAAAAAABg/mMmXe5MVB64/s72-c/IMG_2954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-6461409618729180954</id><published>2007-04-10T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:34:26.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RhwsZouT6ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/NcukeMfUIK8/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RhwsZouT6ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/NcukeMfUIK8/s400/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051961700942866834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es tu culpa por convencerme a hacer algo q yo no queria&lt;br /&gt;es tu culpa por proponerme algo que nunca irias a cumplir&lt;br /&gt;es tu culpa por decir medias verdades&lt;br /&gt;es tu culpa por pretender hacerme un favor que solo veia tus conveniencias,&lt;br /&gt;y depues de tanto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;te limpias las manos diciendome que tu no tienes nada que ver,&lt;br /&gt;que es mi vida?&lt;br /&gt;si, por supuesto que es mia!&lt;br /&gt;pero yo te abri el alma para que puedas entrar en ella,&lt;br /&gt;y te desentiendes diciendo que no era tu intencion..&lt;br /&gt;tus intenciones no fueron aquellas que creias tener&lt;br /&gt;sino en las que te involucraste creyendo hacer un bien&lt;br /&gt;que a ti no te costo nada,&lt;br /&gt;y me pides que me relaje&lt;br /&gt;crees que todo va a salir bien,&lt;br /&gt;pretendes que te crea?&lt;br /&gt;despues de haber pasado dias y noches&lt;br /&gt;llorando en silencio &lt;br /&gt;para Dios y mi misma?&lt;br /&gt;y quieres que te de una nueva oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;cuando las miles que te di&lt;br /&gt;resultaron igual de mal q la primera?&lt;br /&gt;y me callas para argumentar tu posicion,&lt;br /&gt;esa que se enreda en si misma&lt;br /&gt;y termina siendo una falacia.&lt;br /&gt;no tengo nada que agradecerte&lt;br /&gt;porque el favor terminaste haciendotelo&lt;br /&gt;a ti mismo&lt;br /&gt;usando mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;mi falta de conocimiento,&lt;br /&gt;y me dices que todo va a salir bien....&lt;br /&gt;"haha"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-6461409618729180954?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6461409618729180954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=6461409618729180954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6461409618729180954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/6461409618729180954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/deceit.html' title='DECEIT'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RhwsZouT6ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/NcukeMfUIK8/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-2039950005167180878</id><published>2007-04-04T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:27:27.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PoP ArT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RhPB71049wI/AAAAAAAAABA/yliUVoZAa3Y/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RhPB71049wI/AAAAAAAAABA/yliUVoZAa3Y/s400/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049592841017816834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is full of pop&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta say it this way&lt;br /&gt;cuz English is what's happening....&lt;br /&gt;si quiero que todos o "la gran masa"&lt;br /&gt;o media, me entiendan, es mejor decirlo en ingles...&lt;br /&gt;pero me zurro&lt;br /&gt;naci en Peru&lt;br /&gt;el 90% de gente a la que amo&lt;br /&gt;esta escrita en espanhol...&lt;br /&gt;amo la vida,&lt;br /&gt;amo el color,&lt;br /&gt;amo la hispanidad&lt;br /&gt;amo a mis mil santos vestidos de pies a cabeza&lt;br /&gt;y escogi esta tendencia,&lt;br /&gt;porque es la que mejor me sale&lt;br /&gt;no tengo que adoptar "snobbish tones" &lt;br /&gt;porque no los necesito,&lt;br /&gt;solo se que es bueno ser yo&lt;br /&gt;aceptarme&lt;br /&gt;quererme tal cual&lt;br /&gt;crear lo que sea que mi mente quiera expresar&lt;br /&gt;no tengo que dar explicacion alguna&lt;br /&gt;de lo que veo, leo, escribo o siento&lt;br /&gt;eso es POP&lt;br /&gt;reventar y sacar afuera lo que tengas dentro&lt;br /&gt;para todo el mundo,&lt;br /&gt;si es mucha gente mejor,&lt;br /&gt;al final lo que todos quieren es diversion&lt;br /&gt;y de eso se trata mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;unificar gente sin saber distinguirla&lt;br /&gt;hacer el amor y no el danho&lt;br /&gt;mezclar todos los colores y sabores&lt;br /&gt;para que resulte el arcoiris mas delicioso...&lt;br /&gt;ser cursi y repetitivo&lt;br /&gt;es parte del pop tambien!&lt;br /&gt;asi que me seguire zurrando en el blanco y negro&lt;br /&gt;seguire hablando ingles mientras suelto algunos cuantos terminos en espanhol&lt;br /&gt;continuare riendome lo mas alto que pueda, nunca se sabe&lt;br /&gt;cuando sera contagioso&lt;br /&gt;seguire haciendo muecas y posando bonita cuando me de la gana,&lt;br /&gt;cantando todo el dia aunque me callen,&lt;br /&gt;llamando a toda cancion mi preferida&lt;br /&gt;y comiendo a la hora que quiera "just for fun"&lt;br /&gt;esta soy yo&lt;br /&gt;y espero seguir siendo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-2039950005167180878?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2039950005167180878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=2039950005167180878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2039950005167180878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2039950005167180878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/pop-art.html' title='PoP ArT'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RhPB71049wI/AAAAAAAAABA/yliUVoZAa3Y/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-938231584853137748</id><published>2007-04-01T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:49:13.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rg97Ec53auI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UI_9xDt1xqw/s1600-h/IMG_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rg97Ec53auI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UI_9xDt1xqw/s400/IMG_2503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048389023714208482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;im just thinking&lt;br /&gt;mmmm&lt;br /&gt;what is all this about??&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if someday i am going to get &lt;br /&gt;the answers to all these stupid questions &lt;br /&gt;i have been asking since i got here,&lt;br /&gt;to this impure  territory my life has been living into &lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to agree with everything they say&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to fake to win&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;i want to be me&lt;br /&gt;besides what they want me to be&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i got to get out of here&lt;br /&gt;for me to find the infinite happiness&lt;br /&gt;i've been dreamiing about...&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;oh my God!, clarify my mind!&lt;br /&gt;i have to make it up&lt;br /&gt;for all this time that i've been wasting...&lt;br /&gt;i know You will hear,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AmEn =&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-938231584853137748?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/938231584853137748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=938231584853137748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/938231584853137748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/938231584853137748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/mmm.html' title='mmm'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/Rg97Ec53auI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UI_9xDt1xqw/s72-c/IMG_2503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-3428683038622950747</id><published>2007-03-29T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T03:39:09.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a la edad de 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RguLps53atI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uEMw5wJ6VyQ/s1600-h/IMG_2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RguLps53atI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uEMw5wJ6VyQ/s400/IMG_2825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047281355943537362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quisiera volver a la edad de 7,&lt;br /&gt;cuando solia conocer la perfeccion...&lt;br /&gt;tenia tanta paz&lt;br /&gt;sabia lo que queria&lt;br /&gt;amaba a la humanidad sin saber distinguir &lt;br /&gt;razas, fronteras o lenguajes...&lt;br /&gt;me acuerdo que,&lt;br /&gt;cantaba todo el dia (habito q hasta ahora no he podido perder),&lt;br /&gt;comia toda mi comida,&lt;br /&gt;rezaba todas las noches antes de dormir,&lt;br /&gt;admiraba a mis padres,&lt;br /&gt;obedecia sin pedir explicaciones...&lt;br /&gt;cuando estaba cerca al mar&lt;br /&gt;me acuerdo q podia distinguir el infinito&lt;br /&gt;juraria q hasta me lo imaginaba lleno de colores...&lt;br /&gt;era tan pura,&lt;br /&gt;una vez llegue a creer q solo el Diablo era malo en este mundo,&lt;br /&gt;que solo era el, una imensa bola roja ardiendo en fuego,&lt;br /&gt;contra todos nosotros los humanos buenos..&lt;br /&gt;no creia en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;ni sabia ver la hora..&lt;br /&gt;amaba imitar a cuanta persona conocia,&lt;br /&gt;solo para hacerla ver mas divertida...&lt;br /&gt;detestaba ver a la gente discutir,&lt;br /&gt;me ponia muy nerviosa..&lt;br /&gt;mi vida era una cancion con notas altas y&lt;br /&gt;un par de silencios solo para cuando debia ir a domir..&lt;br /&gt;levantarme temprano era cosa de nada...&lt;br /&gt;esperaba cada dia con mas ansias q el anterior...&lt;br /&gt;me acuerdo que adoraba jugar a lo que sea,&lt;br /&gt;si era con gente aun mejor...&lt;br /&gt;cortaba munhequitas de papel,&lt;br /&gt;vestia y peinaba a mis barbies, mis preferidas!,&lt;br /&gt;estaba agradecida por una y cada cosa que tenia,&lt;br /&gt;creo q en una etapa de mi ninhez&lt;br /&gt;juagaba a hacer sacrificios x Dios,&lt;br /&gt;sabia que a El le gustaban...&lt;br /&gt;los dias pasaban&lt;br /&gt;mi felicidad no se empanhaba,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;hasta que de pronto&lt;br /&gt;me tope con la pobreza&lt;br /&gt;gente hambrienta,&lt;br /&gt;enfermedad,&lt;br /&gt;conoci lo que es la maldad,&lt;br /&gt;ninhos se gritaban cosas feas unos a otros&lt;br /&gt;y a mi tb&lt;br /&gt;yo no respondia&lt;br /&gt;no lo queria creer,&lt;br /&gt;mi burbuja se revento...&lt;br /&gt;mi suenho interminable&lt;br /&gt;se termino&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;sospecho que a todos les pasa,&lt;br /&gt;solo que yo lo recuerdo con precision..&lt;br /&gt;quisiera volver a la edad de 7&lt;br /&gt;y volver a encontrar el infinito&lt;br /&gt;cuando descanso boca-arriba frente al cielo&lt;br /&gt;saber q el mas alla sigue de colores&lt;br /&gt;y basto de sonrisas...&lt;br /&gt;quisiera seguir sin saber distinguir &lt;br /&gt;razas, fronteras, idiomas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quisiera seguir teniendo el corazon de  ninha &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Ama sin esperar nada cambio  (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-3428683038622950747?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3428683038622950747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=3428683038622950747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3428683038622950747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/3428683038622950747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/03/quisiera-volver-la-edad-de-7-cuando.html' title='a la edad de 7'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RguLps53atI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uEMw5wJ6VyQ/s72-c/IMG_2825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-2282118777294517932</id><published>2007-03-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:48:02.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suele pasar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RgnzfM53asI/AAAAAAAAAAg/H5LT8i6f8OI/s1600-h/IMG_2840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RgnzfM53asI/AAAAAAAAAAg/H5LT8i6f8OI/s400/IMG_2840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046832574810778306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"though ya dont call anymore&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wait in vain&lt;br /&gt;I guess ill rap on your door&lt;br /&gt;tap on your window pane ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunk te paso q presentias algo pero no hiciste nada x detener ese hecho?&lt;br /&gt;jajaja&lt;br /&gt;y me rio &lt;br /&gt;xq si te pones triste FUISTE!&lt;br /&gt;sabia q te iba a ver esta noche&lt;br /&gt;y sabia q precisamente con alguien mas &lt;br /&gt;...solo queria hacerlo una asercion&lt;br /&gt;pero se q 'you dont give a damn'&lt;br /&gt;so neither do I!!&lt;br /&gt;le dare vuelta a la pagina&lt;br /&gt;por ahi que empiezo otro libro...&lt;br /&gt;NICE TO KNOW YA... good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-2282118777294517932?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2282118777294517932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=2282118777294517932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2282118777294517932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/2282118777294517932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/03/suele-pasar.html' title='suele pasar'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RgnzfM53asI/AAAAAAAAAAg/H5LT8i6f8OI/s72-c/IMG_2840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9184120629577737134.post-4518262182465248006</id><published>2007-03-27T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:11:18.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RgmTrDrfcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pTaAJe-QBQ/s1600-h/l_b189d29d204e5149c207f5500c5e8488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RgmTrDrfcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pTaAJe-QBQ/s400/l_b189d29d204e5149c207f5500c5e8488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046727225376731298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happens 4 a reason&lt;br /&gt;this is a new beginning ....&lt;br /&gt;somehow i am going to find my way&lt;br /&gt;def...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9184120629577737134-4518262182465248006?l=shanyrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4518262182465248006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9184120629577737134&amp;postID=4518262182465248006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4518262182465248006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9184120629577737134/posts/default/4518262182465248006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shanyrose.blogspot.com/2007/03/wtf.html' title='wtf!'/><author><name>iokeze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10935836813566557222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLT4AjWUO3M/RgmTrDrfcKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5pTaAJe-QBQ/s72-c/l_b189d29d204e5149c207f5500c5e8488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
