tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117538322011-04-21T14:36:41.147-07:00First of the gang to die.Giorgiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09070190232427128235noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11753832.post-1152508724128958122006-07-09T22:18:00.000-07:002006-07-09T22:18:44.143-07:00A veces el amor es una desgracia que vale la pena vivir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11753832-115250872412895812?l=giorgiojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giorgiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09070190232427128235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11753832.post-1152064828829769522006-07-04T19:00:00.000-07:002006-07-06T15:40:29.376-07:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdTZLJjtMbw" target="_blank"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/966/320/despues.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nadie sabe amar, nadie sabe amar,<br />vemos en la magia cuando no esta,<br />es que.. nadie sabe amar.<br />Nadie sabe amar, nadie sabe amar,<br />todos queremos ser mejores, pero... nadie sabe amar.<br />Solo prometer, lo que anhelamos hacer,<br />tan solo soñar, por no despertar, nadie sabe amar... <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">(click en imagen para ver video)</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11753832-115206482882976952?l=giorgiojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giorgiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09070190232427128235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11753832.post-1152064175119294582006-07-04T18:47:00.000-07:002006-07-06T11:45:35.910-07:00<em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Preparemos la mesa y las copas</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">que la noche caerá por sí sola</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">y nos envolverá bajo sus sábanas</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">y serás la luna cautiva.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11753832-115206417511929458?l=giorgiojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giorgiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09070190232427128235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11753832.post-1151634293553096482006-06-29T19:24:00.000-07:002006-07-06T11:42:34.616-07:00Burbuja llévame a ver cosas que quisieras que vea,<br />llévame donde solo tu sabes estaré bien.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11753832-115163429355309648?l=giorgiojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giorgiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09070190232427128235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11753832.post-1151633326765934092006-06-29T19:06:00.000-07:002006-06-29T19:08:46.766-07:00Cuando los ojos se cierran, la mente siempre desea continuar viendo;<br />por ello produce películas por sus propios medios,<br />ésos son lo sueños, personajes a la deriva, no suele haber control.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11753832-115163332676593409?l=giorgiojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giorgiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09070190232427128235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11753832.post-1151633096044599342006-06-29T19:03:00.000-07:002006-06-29T19:04:56.053-07:00Si uno no puede ser feliz despierto ¿por qué no serlo en sueños?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11753832-115163309604459934?l=giorgiojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giorgiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09070190232427128235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11753832.post-1151256579570233622006-06-25T10:24:00.000-07:002006-07-06T15:31:36.626-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/966/1600/ballena.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/966/320/ballena.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2324/966/1600/ballena.jpg"></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br />Hoy sobre mi raso cielo vi pasar una ballena,<br />pasó muy lento.<br />En su pecho llevaba inscrito ¨intrínseco amor¨,<br />asi que si pronto la ven, tan sólo admírenla,<br />que a su paso, su entorno eclipsará.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11753832-115125657957023362?l=giorgiojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giorgiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09070190232427128235noreply@blogger.com0