tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89176888816889530372024-02-20T17:31:09.018-08:00Modern Times / 1935gAzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359425657298154293noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917688881688953037.post-33608900596468538222007-01-15T13:43:00.000-08:002007-01-15T13:53:20.135-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3reUnOlJclFGsk285J6ojDyLpQIvEWWm-qxyd2cKzKYIDVz8y8ItJ1Xvn3eYXFHKvABTLwmhxCLczhqadbuDiSeOCuqh3qfXeUlm9eTK-g77HnkqGi2pgWIPcBpZ12buWRo9CTgAS0E/s1600-h/S5002965.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020376837148625874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3reUnOlJclFGsk285J6ojDyLpQIvEWWm-qxyd2cKzKYIDVz8y8ItJ1Xvn3eYXFHKvABTLwmhxCLczhqadbuDiSeOCuqh3qfXeUlm9eTK-g77HnkqGi2pgWIPcBpZ12buWRo9CTgAS0E/s320/S5002965.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"><strong>LOST</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">In the head of this stranger in love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Holding on given up</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">To another under faded setting sun</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I wonder where I am...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Could she run away with him?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">So happy and so young</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I stare</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">As I sing in the lost voice of a stranger in love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Out of time letting go</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">In another world that spins around for fun</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I wonder where I am...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Could he ever ask her why?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">So happy and so young...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I stare...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"> But...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">In the heart of this stranger in love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Holding on given up</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">To this other under faded setting sun</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I'm not sure where I am... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Would he really turn away?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">So happy and so young...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I stare...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">As I play out the passion of a stranger in love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Letting go of the time</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">In this other world that spins around for one</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I'm not sure where I am...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Would she know it was a lie?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">So happy and so young...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I stare...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"> But... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">In the soul of this stranger in love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">No control over one</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">To the other under faded setting sun</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I don't know where I am...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Should he beg her to forgive?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">So happy and so young...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I stare...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">As I live out the story of a stranger in love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Waking up going onIn the other world that spins around undone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I don't know where I am...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">Should she really say goodbye?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">So happy and so young</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">And I stare... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">But...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I can't find myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">I got lost in someone else.<br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917688881688953037.post-68529172558826952822007-01-15T06:57:00.000-08:002007-01-15T07:02:09.954-08:00Kancho<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rKycyW6mW91MBmKbMo9V9M_5huucVO30D7dvJgO3fy7KuKmxCT3twWJ3trEzWVNKA1eQ1MijrkvUWkpac1AggtgDZ2gCS_W9qbicuTMm62mfGgL8PJSr3GWd6B2N_rj1y1gxwI2kKkU/s1600-h/103751907_85857a6445.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020272535474087090" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rKycyW6mW91MBmKbMo9V9M_5huucVO30D7dvJgO3fy7KuKmxCT3twWJ3trEzWVNKA1eQ1MijrkvUWkpac1AggtgDZ2gCS_W9qbicuTMm62mfGgL8PJSr3GWd6B2N_rj1y1gxwI2kKkU/s400/103751907_85857a6445.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.kirainet.com/kancho/">http://www.kirainet.com/kancho/</a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">No Comments</div>gAzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359425657298154293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917688881688953037.post-2075545399612609972007-01-14T16:03:00.000-08:002007-01-14T16:04:50.687-08:00Go!<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihzI3CpwpctaEG4kp-O46_SuzUjLzbVI7iOvuDz7fO_0pFlW-fhZ0Co61eKoSI76C4Ml1tn6UCW8ktDCbtZCdycu2CSCvWfVHc4fSQJcil5KQYegCb1JSE4DkFVVQ3jXDyy93boq35dc4/s1600-h/chaplin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020041131226113186" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihzI3CpwpctaEG4kp-O46_SuzUjLzbVI7iOvuDz7fO_0pFlW-fhZ0Co61eKoSI76C4Ml1tn6UCW8ktDCbtZCdycu2CSCvWfVHc4fSQJcil5KQYegCb1JSE4DkFVVQ3jXDyy93boq35dc4/s400/chaplin.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">*- In the Chaplin Times -*<br /><br /><br /></p>gAzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359425657298154293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917688881688953037.post-451936918917944562007-01-13T23:16:00.000-08:002007-01-13T23:21:14.353-08:00Fotografía /02<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgny6jjbqpboF55eS6ci5sSs0x7cZMwqeJo1Etdk86zzcwcBLRFt-Trt_SxwN02-mzU0ji6BSq3FCUFw1JeyIOHwYcoMDz7eCbu5Oab5j78ziA8psm-8942kI_vRRjZLsg3JAnYIlxFq98/s1600-h/viaje02.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019782234892477586" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgny6jjbqpboF55eS6ci5sSs0x7cZMwqeJo1Etdk86zzcwcBLRFt-Trt_SxwN02-mzU0ji6BSq3FCUFw1JeyIOHwYcoMDz7eCbu5Oab5j78ziA8psm-8942kI_vRRjZLsg3JAnYIlxFq98/s400/viaje02.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><br />Espejo malditO</p><p align="center">Mil veces marchitO</p><p align="center">Te retuerces como una espiga de metaL</p><p align="center">Estas atado a tu propia cruealdaD</p><p align="center">Refléjate mi querido seR</p><p align="center">Que puedes falleceR<br /><br /></p>gAzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359425657298154293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917688881688953037.post-88641048997072521252007-01-13T23:10:00.000-08:002007-01-13T23:14:20.578-08:00Fotografía /01<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-etBAeUdwkNQz2a3PCfqG_6S8MMdhKPLzIfjb8LB7XL1E4sdlLqaeMHHx7pD_vP2xLJxPjEHnnr1cHlL6-vJ1Z7Vddf6-LcnxnWvTDGv9RyUuByDx_qL1yMGGPwx6OsbizI_iU4uLiY/s1600-h/01.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019780327926998130" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-etBAeUdwkNQz2a3PCfqG_6S8MMdhKPLzIfjb8LB7XL1E4sdlLqaeMHHx7pD_vP2xLJxPjEHnnr1cHlL6-vJ1Z7Vddf6-LcnxnWvTDGv9RyUuByDx_qL1yMGGPwx6OsbizI_iU4uLiY/s400/01.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Pensante te encuentras en el umbral de la puertA</p><p align="center">El sol de la tarde te marcaba a través de esas cortinas mareanteS</p><p align="center">Los sonidos se desarticulaban mientras caminabaS</p><p align="center">El calor se desarmaba y lloraba heridO</p><p align="center">Te arrastras hasta el pedestaL</p><p align="center">Estás aquI<br /><br /><br /></p>gAzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359425657298154293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917688881688953037.post-62850307111304842802007-01-13T22:59:00.001-08:002007-01-13T22:59:29.816-08:00Filmación /02<p align="center"><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnqNXgu9m90"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnqNXgu9m90" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p>gAzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359425657298154293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917688881688953037.post-15175766661220570902007-01-13T22:45:00.000-08:002007-01-13T22:52:45.426-08:00Filmacion /01<object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMeUQVt4nlA"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMeUQVt4nlA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917688881688953037.post-19319712576551111892007-01-13T22:15:00.000-08:002007-01-13T22:23:38.051-08:00*- Bienvenidos -*<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiCEtvqozTNGBrrhYg7Y1Ek934nbJE94PjjvWeRX8Uk6dbiNQfjdV70mxHoUMOm2lDNNQdPfht1O3_ruDqNx0kyV2F3F8famViwtDlI2IUF4WYeJxqMT7IKJDx-9GfJSQOQVs5GWNSpE/s1600-h/welcome.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019767129492497490" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiCEtvqozTNGBrrhYg7Y1Ek934nbJE94PjjvWeRX8Uk6dbiNQfjdV70mxHoUMOm2lDNNQdPfht1O3_ruDqNx0kyV2F3F8famViwtDlI2IUF4WYeJxqMT7IKJDx-9GfJSQOQVs5GWNSpE/s320/welcome.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Abstracciones múltiples de memoriosos recuerdos del mañana en el que todavía se piensa.</div><div align="center">Espacio de recreación de astronautas del tiempo, viajeros de lo intrépido y subjetivo.</div><div align="center">Bienvenidos sean todos a estos recuerdos del futuro, traídos en miles de viajes de diversos tipos.</div><div align="center">Viajes al futuro, pasado del mañana.<br /></div>gAzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359425657298154293noreply@blogger.com2