tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47698869312686610052024-02-06T22:30:06.305-08:00.postscript.Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-61708141206497414572010-08-20T10:26:00.000-07:002010-08-20T12:39:20.107-07:00IEPER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw2j_64X34CmDLYNCJPhxihJBANEQdTKQJkdsDr9W1CzRPlYX9KKwFJW5g6Is_iDx0jad_zwWt2-deAputlZp_HYMzAk-lhBeAPl1Q4lpadWjmElksz_zlbhevCkYq0qpbzpaUGD5PEdI/s1600/alano.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw2j_64X34CmDLYNCJPhxihJBANEQdTKQJkdsDr9W1CzRPlYX9KKwFJW5g6Is_iDx0jad_zwWt2-deAputlZp_HYMzAk-lhBeAPl1Q4lpadWjmElksz_zlbhevCkYq0qpbzpaUGD5PEdI/s400/alano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507547271388136354" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><i><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>Brusseles as the most beautiful labyrinth,</i></p></i></span></span></div><div> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>ended up listening some heartbreaking music,</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>for the first time with my eyes closed.</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>We came with the rain.</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>I noticed one last kiss always remains in the hardest goodbyes.</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>No matter how much time passes, </i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>these drunken lullabies were punishing me: "I can't sleep".</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i><br /></i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>The last night, listening to a dead band</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>made me and her share our best memories,</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>as the mud was burning outside.</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>Memories so alive that they became a storm in the early morning.</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i><br /></i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>Some day my body won't stand so much memories,</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>and so much love for them.</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i><br /></i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>Maybe that's the reason why my sleep is full of empty,</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>empty dreams...</i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><i><br /></i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><i>(Nightmares, that came with the rain.)</i></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-73365305780733989302010-07-18T04:17:00.000-07:002010-07-18T04:32:23.736-07:00Fragmento, alias Fotograma.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrZGO6n0o_3p-P_PSs5UPNN81Ep7yDvsX1IEi1AnU37vcg9tduTWr6G7MWtc2W4ZP0jUzjO2d1V8En3WCO3a3rP5ZITcU0-W1nYiIYemOWD7Xg1CmRhM2Q9KlzsSsuYUOVNeJsxmlVdc/s1600/DSC_0523-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrZGO6n0o_3p-P_PSs5UPNN81Ep7yDvsX1IEi1AnU37vcg9tduTWr6G7MWtc2W4ZP0jUzjO2d1V8En3WCO3a3rP5ZITcU0-W1nYiIYemOWD7Xg1CmRhM2Q9KlzsSsuYUOVNeJsxmlVdc/s400/DSC_0523-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495207592862701442" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4514993891_349c8a90b6_b.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></a></div><br /><div><i>...Ahí está lo que nos hace diferentes. Igual no de muchos, pero sí de algunos.</i><br /><div><i>Y ser diferente nunca supo tan jodidamente bien.</i><br /><br /></div></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-83535003764528721542009-12-19T11:56:00.000-08:002009-12-26T03:54:02.379-08:00mosaic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjTvLS39rnqjqyW1UJ_9eh1wZCpxJwYjvyPdG3QvbcchoRlFPuE9mMIJ1DboNxX41SkKer3vEEUJ4m8fgBBZY0IJGQIGsiFIUz-HdrqXitGACcgbbcPA6aqyxvawRct4ny15ZCxRZ24E/s1600-h/final.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419511728253176946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjTvLS39rnqjqyW1UJ_9eh1wZCpxJwYjvyPdG3QvbcchoRlFPuE9mMIJ1DboNxX41SkKer3vEEUJ4m8fgBBZY0IJGQIGsiFIUz-HdrqXitGACcgbbcPA6aqyxvawRct4ny15ZCxRZ24E/s400/final.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_GmL7lBf12J8hwSOronWZOuGq0RAy9Y_ivWE6rRVZX7FFjaGWY0AuNuxS1xk-PCn3BhG5VM_kNBM9G7KKRMenWIqomnEgFvE3s7yHyGoQ4gnbyA6CGRy_fbPPgIWQn9YYvrGkvy7_2M/s1600-h/moss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417039131988845298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_GmL7lBf12J8hwSOronWZOuGq0RAy9Y_ivWE6rRVZX7FFjaGWY0AuNuxS1xk-PCn3BhG5VM_kNBM9G7KKRMenWIqomnEgFvE3s7yHyGoQ4gnbyA6CGRy_fbPPgIWQn9YYvrGkvy7_2M/s400/moss.jpg" border="0" /></a> "tonight" sometimes is the only hope.<br />paved by streetlights we use to forget about pain...<br /><br />"maybe for a while i'll be allright again." we use to think.<br />"sometime, sometime, i will forget about this".<br /><br /><br />waiting, hoping, for the time this days will become just yesterdays.</div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-72605821268395427282009-12-01T08:02:00.000-08:002009-12-01T08:37:18.483-08:00Last memory (boston city).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2jgaAaFuDpWXIQVQSZJ5GCIrGgw3hOhiZ9gXKYLa6cG4j5ljyql78r9qH9CTd5_nsCD-bc8WuoY4DKPXya-g2IvlTyPG5Cvyx3FP6B_xasxXUtwwHLtK5HagiNK4seDbmMQHi2QWfdKI/s1600/memory.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410301978527967554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2jgaAaFuDpWXIQVQSZJ5GCIrGgw3hOhiZ9gXKYLa6cG4j5ljyql78r9qH9CTd5_nsCD-bc8WuoY4DKPXya-g2IvlTyPG5Cvyx3FP6B_xasxXUtwwHLtK5HagiNK4seDbmMQHi2QWfdKI/s400/memory.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkesqB6NJrlrWxcPS1Y-AGN8CSKX5WJsOi_MBs-YE4oud1DBuJQi43ZVf9hpLuVR6Jfgy_10X3FPwIsORQ2UFJVj5RetDWJgerRgeOOfG1xSgQS6YRR_3nhbf4J-sEKhOt6pDTPHpwIAM/s1600/DSC_6538oo+copia2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410301973185552866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkesqB6NJrlrWxcPS1Y-AGN8CSKX5WJsOi_MBs-YE4oud1DBuJQi43ZVf9hpLuVR6Jfgy_10X3FPwIsORQ2UFJVj5RetDWJgerRgeOOfG1xSgQS6YRR_3nhbf4J-sEKhOt6pDTPHpwIAM/s400/DSC_6538oo+copia2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe i realized that it wans't a dream, too awesome to be a dream, </div><div>when i saw october leaves, of massachussets trees, on my feet in that boston's street.</div><div>Clean close sky-line line, dead empty sea. </div><div>And that places i was once more, second time completely unknown.</div><div></div><div>My came back home, is just a fight for the not forgotten details.</div><div>Hours pass playing to fix missing pieces of one night. Missing pieces of one face.</div><div></div><div>I always imagined how a last memory before dying could be.</div><div>For years, i tought mine would be his green eyes looking to the roof,</div><div>blowing his cigarrete smoke, filling up the car.</div><div>Always will be a person. But i prefered a painfull one, with part-erased face.</div><div></div><div>Kind of memory about beauty, and happiness. One second of life-film.</div><div></div><div>If I die tonight, Boston will be a girl-last memory-face, with painfull missing pieces,</div><div>others worth to be forgotten,</div><div>but still beauty as the first time she looked into my eyes.<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">-"October leaves, on Massachussets trees, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">a sight so fleetingly free,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">just how October leaves, just how October leaves me."</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">HH</span></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-5836236011903771112009-11-30T08:49:00.000-08:002009-11-30T08:51:20.833-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YcuRhVR-rQAxBVGfmiqRGTukbaOKA83iOuLapqW2UySg4XXAINvlw4ftEdkY0zqCHAedzURcRy1zRMYYilU1AWU6v1uc3wWOTYg3Y2y82PqfnHgknCMI197IBaz8BuQ9NKLIQHj9ZO4/s1600/4dibus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409940088405255874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YcuRhVR-rQAxBVGfmiqRGTukbaOKA83iOuLapqW2UySg4XXAINvlw4ftEdkY0zqCHAedzURcRy1zRMYYilU1AWU6v1uc3wWOTYg3Y2y82PqfnHgknCMI197IBaz8BuQ9NKLIQHj9ZO4/s400/4dibus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>-<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"> People trying to stay gold.</span></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-24879022317724538732009-11-08T11:37:00.000-08:002009-11-08T11:51:14.648-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLj_iJxVRLpiRkgk78XdmHxOSfIvLTielH3X_nmSpaXNdBGlfgj6nBQdZPFZqWWEn9zbVZ2XcU-w4nWgWHxN47M5IIBLVGSjmmQd7T0Lo16mIZ-O4UNauCx68uwyisOc3o1I9Y9aE2Ms/s1600-h/forgetting+forgotten.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401820272378817426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLj_iJxVRLpiRkgk78XdmHxOSfIvLTielH3X_nmSpaXNdBGlfgj6nBQdZPFZqWWEn9zbVZ2XcU-w4nWgWHxN47M5IIBLVGSjmmQd7T0Lo16mIZ-O4UNauCx68uwyisOc3o1I9Y9aE2Ms/s400/forgetting+forgotten.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Forgetting...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">...forgotten.</span></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-10088348371127028132009-11-03T13:17:00.000-08:002009-11-03T13:24:41.889-08:00"I miss you"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIHvKz2RYErsAE7nnxjwopDJBIyeyRA_3hDDh5snuwj1y83TIkInk_z2xm-TA9wzeuEjicS_Tzdum4cbHddrnRMNNmY2rVO-N0_ep0BStuWvl5lfz6j9kx3ZI8Lavoc4sDVJ9GraZIZc/s1600-h/alanaa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399990352945856050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIHvKz2RYErsAE7nnxjwopDJBIyeyRA_3hDDh5snuwj1y83TIkInk_z2xm-TA9wzeuEjicS_Tzdum4cbHddrnRMNNmY2rVO-N0_ep0BStuWvl5lfz6j9kx3ZI8Lavoc4sDVJ9GraZIZc/s400/alanaa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Some of us live as long as we can in yesterdays, too afraid to let our memories being forgotten.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Others are the kind too busy forgetting about their best days, never calling them "the best ones". Too afraid of the pain of the remembering.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">This last are the ones that will never find the irony in our "i must forget".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Someones spent their life trying to find themselves, others try to avoid knowing their inside every day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">As this first are always asking without wanting an answer, the second ones never want to give one.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">When someone does not answer a message is because he is waiting for another person one. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">The one who talk most never wants to be listened, except by himself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">We all sleep in our lazyness, too busy being afraid to be free. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Someones spent their life searching for freedom, building their own jail. The others too worried protecting the little windows of their one, forget to guard the main entrance where the monsters come in.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">They all will live in one obsession, called sky, or called land.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Too afraid of what the outside can teach you, too afraid to be alone inside.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Crying our loneliness because we were too scared to share our bed.Too afraid of death, because they never enjoy life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Im crying and crying my mistakes, they are the crying too much.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Afraid and afraid, of forgeting. Afraid of being forgotten.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">We will forget about love, but this city won't forget about us.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Our memories will be forgotten, our steps will not.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">They have already made history, </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">miles, miles away, under our same sun.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">-I've been forgotten because of my crying, worst pain.</span>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-90819829104552344592009-10-07T15:50:00.000-07:002009-10-08T04:01:19.522-07:00Memories, all paths of glory<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/3991522334_c0d86d07a3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2593/3991522334_c0d86d07a3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">-My memories, also made to be forgotten.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">"All paths of Glory - Sinking Ships</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#666666;">I've been waiting all these years for nothing. Hoping I'd learn to feel alive. One day, never came for me, screamed so long I can't fucking breath. Could you hear me screaming? The yesterdays left us dead inside and all that remains won't keep us alive. But I made it this far without you. Did I make it this far, to just stand back and watch it all fall apart. These years stopped my beating heart. These years are tearing me apart. I let the yesterdays destroy the things I loved so much. These nights, this city, and the ones I've lost."</span>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-78995874549849813072009-09-28T09:19:00.000-07:002009-09-28T09:26:59.468-07:00II<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386554762428403554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxxJ5Q8l1mforbzDDLkLaPigBk0hwdeEy4WwFAP93r3w3pPBDHHbp7bFWEgwA5FKCQuslkoG58Wp_l3oE5yvd2fOvDwhoAo7s9FTrvB6JJtp-eqXEhGkwUCMT8A6roX8gXsk1YIDptig/s400/DSC_2291b.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386554753622908258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhQ6TOj5KqL-aCj_gz71oDUicFxZQbwtn5mJPlmY_Euo1PFqbuLhXTlwhI0teCgzKMXRB7p4ZsH2fL03TiMkLysHv0NxIE3i-Y5osM6lfdOa1W7gfaqm32fhBaNaeI621ya946IAkpH0/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386554743683318450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLIKc_k8Eq8VLF00X9QmzQpoBTRiLNLLcydwG5WVKtZwM_JA5KVGV9EzDpiypBKd9pw80W4yjGbyd63hin1f7Etg_wqV0w2IwTEXNWcEH8RRKbSfCtCX2symMUq_h0aW63orNIEk7plMw/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">-Yes, life's a bitch, but I'm a bigger stronger one.</span><br /><br /><div></div></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-80857653633744466682009-09-26T09:47:00.000-07:002009-09-26T09:54:24.528-07:00Diego Ancla<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b3dgs9-zS0k0KKhTW77PpMjYMZBXVXKxY_nAmFq3l6lsnXyCghFbgGR3jkPqqZHNPDS2nEFaFFjhyphenhyphen3GaySkO4kNpALsnXETg_sjojVT16GjbfESIyHnji9cqflaMdPCkn-CpXCtr4wU/s1600-h/diego+ancla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385819591384909602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b3dgs9-zS0k0KKhTW77PpMjYMZBXVXKxY_nAmFq3l6lsnXyCghFbgGR3jkPqqZHNPDS2nEFaFFjhyphenhyphen3GaySkO4kNpALsnXETg_sjojVT16GjbfESIyHnji9cqflaMdPCkn-CpXCtr4wU/s400/diego+ancla.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385819600335163986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1QaWUkAZc06m6PEK6rLARJgJnti0fl6G0CXU0-dNKMSoDU7I1_TOslXN_oprQ_8oi7NTHnRADy3W6OO2_Ofoi26_Rrw0G7gdIB4BztoBVSTCU3HvUrxLJEH0QUiVV_kX3bg7yvx0kyuI/s400/brazo+gast.jpg" border="0" /><br />Chapter One:</div><div>Diego Ancla before and becoming "Ancla".</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">-Perfection does exist. Is about knowing how to use imperfections.</span><br /></div><div></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-88750720637591129172009-09-26T09:25:00.000-07:002009-09-26T09:57:12.440-07:00all your friends are gone<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385814311164012114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwNwMKQsCecH7oOhtW7U4phO4aT0hXDgK0snU1xcnujO7gpn31yWZpy9bJ31gBQemSj6w9KbEjykIvmJoSn4VC6K-6H1hAjE0w_Cpcq-zHWzWAZTqvVtdJe6fol2SOV0-RSDdz_VZGBE/s400/inesjipi.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzvCao-87bw0mtqYwZVThJuhiGfgYTSzjSuTMPHboHJ_RMw_SGmq3H09IhIrRB5PoIefXnCnXZdRhWWBFFM7I47i6u9Ht91iWoOLA3WSXFzT84172ZJ5T1sXJQ1BI_5kRg3H-T4hTh8g/s1600-h/ines+yonki.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385814320799525426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimzvCao-87bw0mtqYwZVThJuhiGfgYTSzjSuTMPHboHJ_RMw_SGmq3H09IhIrRB5PoIefXnCnXZdRhWWBFFM7I47i6u9Ht91iWoOLA3WSXFzT84172ZJ5T1sXJQ1BI_5kRg3H-T4hTh8g/s400/ines+yonki.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">-What if Monsterland is my Monsters ball?</span><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0w48jEKBQ08X3H4X5Z3dOiYLhGPLe6XbFAeLAimBcIwLAyV2or5W0J9v5qR3BKIVd0H_eXZb52RkQY9RBx-cYuOYHsqxSyF09S66ylLqH5DweXV3Q3UN6Uh9iwWltsiDCtr9qYvSOAU/s1600-h/boca.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-45595751173441747692009-09-24T03:19:00.000-07:002009-09-26T09:56:15.550-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zEXIuoBTQ8hce2Yqp3MKWgL_1t_9i8r-QJYxfSvIzjd1t5VUuB5sflcCD13XrZPNnykhC1Vdxuz2Q8gFDMlCtrsMRTguvVIsF_SLnNm4j26GP-KkgWxEkEbjtDusr3zfHxQrcLhGM40/s1600-h/DSC_6323+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384981203257603074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zEXIuoBTQ8hce2Yqp3MKWgL_1t_9i8r-QJYxfSvIzjd1t5VUuB5sflcCD13XrZPNnykhC1Vdxuz2Q8gFDMlCtrsMRTguvVIsF_SLnNm4j26GP-KkgWxEkEbjtDusr3zfHxQrcLhGM40/s400/DSC_6323+copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpu4JAhwmkoXbz3Sffk2HdgnWSLJOs3YjiLFifc331-g8fYMcFlmQ6eXoSj47oaw0CoQ1zQnYi6v2Z9oBY2FGKIBYf9-_GUab9pxUm92rCVc6lbIHq_CuobQ9GyBaAb6TqRz-dBF0Wgno/s1600-h/flash13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384980586198547490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpu4JAhwmkoXbz3Sffk2HdgnWSLJOs3YjiLFifc331-g8fYMcFlmQ6eXoSj47oaw0CoQ1zQnYi6v2Z9oBY2FGKIBYf9-_GUab9pxUm92rCVc6lbIHq_CuobQ9GyBaAb6TqRz-dBF0Wgno/s400/flash13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div>Running</div><div></div><div></div><div>Hiding</div><div></div><div></div><div>Forgetting...</div><div></div><div>running, hiding, forgetting</div><div></div><div></div><div>Nightmares NEVER lie. </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">-Monstersland must end tonight.</span><br /></div><div></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-602118849479426602009-09-20T05:14:00.000-07:002009-09-26T09:58:34.440-07:00cold world / forgotten<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhnFhVNkQkSBs5Tbu45bIrwIWTNAzplmBI7aeVF6lpUlzk-kvecelTWiqdM5KE3HRs4hp1KluWgKgd9C9BcK1wJ6s3sXyOrwGm8unCE0Xf8AHlINfVEsZbtztNsVynE51i_U9P6_Ka-I/s1600-h/jan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383522456134205682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhnFhVNkQkSBs5Tbu45bIrwIWTNAzplmBI7aeVF6lpUlzk-kvecelTWiqdM5KE3HRs4hp1KluWgKgd9C9BcK1wJ6s3sXyOrwGm8unCE0Xf8AHlINfVEsZbtztNsVynE51i_U9P6_Ka-I/s400/jan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383929488863154674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqzuZ9GeMBMXPrtcgqdrP9jMt8UGCsJygBZOFY0GlpOVTGOkqtVMt1S3LgbBYDIYRQk9vIn4Gg5u0bk-wdrmq8i3wL2BNa1c0H2qEUwbF8jlIJOdXu2U_27zu8exv6GyYM_PW8obhAHU/s400/the+ones+who+never+felt+this+way.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p>Running after, running after, running after the ones who never felt my way. Some thing harder than not finding your niche or where you belong, is to be forgotten for all the places you've been through. My steps, "love, faliures, and lives" will be forgotten by their concrete. There won't be any breath of souls that crossed my life after me, that's what its seems. I've always been forgotten. </p><p>How i wish that my heart could only remember those who sometime understood it, those who somewhere, sometime remembered me. But their memories are broken, and so far away. That made my orchid die. "Such a tragedy!", and i'm not coming back to life. Forget about love, forget about them... Love forgot about me before i needed to forget it.My thoughts and words will be lost into the air.My way of life was made to be forgotten. The blood of my veins, with so sad words, was tracen to be forgotten.</p><p>The last drawing it will make on the basement, will be cleaned. <br /><br /></p><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">-"life's a bitch, and then you die."</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Youth by Cold World</span></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-29928106378040864972009-09-19T07:20:00.001-07:002009-09-19T07:26:18.209-07:00love must be forgotten.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKBN4Uz_lpM4g2uzVNoHVO53eXHfbkiBs4ju28lfVyF6R02Mt2QUpBBE7HKzMfQSrfSE6EWNsmHhEL1jaQX0YNru7Ft9xrywcQ-AasoXVvHI47z9lkyLR8tlgPw6yU3ZpzLFUOd8FFqo/s1600-h/elena+amarillo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383183886560922850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKBN4Uz_lpM4g2uzVNoHVO53eXHfbkiBs4ju28lfVyF6R02Mt2QUpBBE7HKzMfQSrfSE6EWNsmHhEL1jaQX0YNru7Ft9xrywcQ-AasoXVvHI47z9lkyLR8tlgPw6yU3ZpzLFUOd8FFqo/s400/elena+amarillo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383183894514583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_ID5Q5pnDL8AITFx8WsAna4qcXTnXh8CZD_96R5tEAx7m1naRuRpnlP9KI0KGnp7btGmMQVBQDM0JYkQPKry-h7CSOXF5mJ6GC-f3USb6zFh8RdDO8fnv8mjXz8Cm-q1-zbZCQ6DYyQ/s400/lily+at+him.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So let's forget everything we lost, everything we don't have. Lost must be forgotten. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let's play absolutely happiness with our new shoes, last downloaded cd, or the partying tonight. Love must be forgotten. Let's tie us to every moment-satisfaction, one after one, perfect never ending straight line of pleasure over every mess, mistake, over our loneliness every night. Because love must be forgotten. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Everyone wants the same, we all miss the same between our deep sheets tonight. Something that can be broken, something we can't control for once. Our little painfull secret every night, seems like a shame. So let's hide it inside, let's feing it never mattered, "we can live without it, we can live without it, we can live without..." until we don't hear ourselves screams.It must be forgotten, for never need to ask "why?" again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br/></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Let's enjoy our never-trying lives. Because love MUST be forgotten.<br /></span>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-2420267278970154132009-09-16T12:11:00.001-07:002009-09-16T12:27:51.153-07:00"the easy way"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NbChAAJ-CRalTK5il-ekFLwNU5XcBac672JmoKcMLZy5VNhRCA2LWXSyzuEfryucone2B9hni7-M-9UwqgwPskYdzIqlnagV2uKxyDk4w2ybZZOq1sqYHpglag5zIhzSMnoqJNqLknY/s1600-h/nathyclara.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382149012880920818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NbChAAJ-CRalTK5il-ekFLwNU5XcBac672JmoKcMLZy5VNhRCA2LWXSyzuEfryucone2B9hni7-M-9UwqgwPskYdzIqlnagV2uKxyDk4w2ybZZOq1sqYHpglag5zIhzSMnoqJNqLknY/s400/nathyclara.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspwfYYmWQGG7LVtR2mhLR4vmDTQLbNwU80pik0kNffmdeAXmQti4s25pG6PUcm5slvzPl8IQ3RTDKODMtwIzyK0AbGN3O8AHtFlzpAS3uiLwi_b5b4yaKQvcEUqZz8w4YVlLtfoW9eiw/s1600-h/DSC_5541+b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382146417044220962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspwfYYmWQGG7LVtR2mhLR4vmDTQLbNwU80pik0kNffmdeAXmQti4s25pG6PUcm5slvzPl8IQ3RTDKODMtwIzyK0AbGN3O8AHtFlzpAS3uiLwi_b5b4yaKQvcEUqZz8w4YVlLtfoW9eiw/s200/DSC_5541+b.jpg" border="0" /></a>"The youth is sick <div><br /><div>and no one cares</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>So we're just gonna </div><br /><div>find the cure ourselves."</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Swamp Thing -The Easy Way</em></span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><br /><div></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-89422800235783232312009-09-14T14:43:00.000-07:002009-09-14T14:57:46.841-07:00Contact<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRehx-1eOjJwJ18B0S12zkdnfOh1NyC5qI6Q1DH5KhU0VWoVxwDzXQrhJ57U7Tkhj_t_Q69RLUfe_7oQoTt0C8KH7_9VQnv8RQNedGfN64lNhOVQJpJ9O3qgwx8cVxB-OpkVRivq0qDE/s1600-h/kubrick+y+malcolm2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381443456678878482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRehx-1eOjJwJ18B0S12zkdnfOh1NyC5qI6Q1DH5KhU0VWoVxwDzXQrhJ57U7Tkhj_t_Q69RLUfe_7oQoTt0C8KH7_9VQnv8RQNedGfN64lNhOVQJpJ9O3qgwx8cVxB-OpkVRivq0qDE/s400/kubrick+y+malcolm2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381444261887312978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0dfyOISpYfTtuR7jnqIKxFYlBXLMOJAdhrtfSEfnVTi6BurHvgcGB1z27mMsMLdGc4QXoYoF9ccbVj8uF4bRQwagObbFCkfWPKYIdXJYvnfsY6OtvkmRjz_ItgJcX11ij4dCt-Atmpo/s400/tren.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">...Y confundí tu respiración con el sonido de un coche solitario trasnochando al lado de mi ventana.<br /></span><br /><div></div></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-72047277351159699122009-09-14T10:14:00.000-07:002009-09-14T10:16:44.631-07:00miles away...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6zg_4W74fX6SiB6nCGpyrEGuKmldBRHcor424rzKcBkcKUlrSF072gQSMzhr-LQHyF1xek1FD5f1RV-A4tka_ik8THw5VLMcx_5iQX8fP28Ne7nX8AKZ3znEAkppTSL9Vg2nFGwqT4w/s1600-h/nath+rind.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381373097908671282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU6zg_4W74fX6SiB6nCGpyrEGuKmldBRHcor424rzKcBkcKUlrSF072gQSMzhr-LQHyF1xek1FD5f1RV-A4tka_ik8THw5VLMcx_5iQX8fP28Ne7nX8AKZ3znEAkppTSL9Vg2nFGwqT4w/s400/nath+rind.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>How many miles...? Miles away.</div><div>Miles away, under the same sun.</div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-24186223704180068582009-09-13T14:45:00.000-07:002009-09-13T14:54:47.061-07:00how many miles...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrReeGKeN5nQKuzW7Pe7mapFdF2jFcDXXeIEChQ2OqWC5B1ULVOSc1InFZlm-PLeDhE-9obCSJXjuQV1Vpjq-rzceDp0Uuipvnwm-RujTI_mYQvAcCG-N5EPrVBw2SGyn43IOCQhccHAw/s1600-h/DSC_3439+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381072206564514194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrReeGKeN5nQKuzW7Pe7mapFdF2jFcDXXeIEChQ2OqWC5B1ULVOSc1InFZlm-PLeDhE-9obCSJXjuQV1Vpjq-rzceDp0Uuipvnwm-RujTI_mYQvAcCG-N5EPrVBw2SGyn43IOCQhccHAw/s400/DSC_3439+copia.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMnaX4uQKmUV35FaLNFgxBlbg8AnkvVz0Wj_5rnG8sXFjwXhaG5o1eHHUfUsudKT0MyN6VHIMk49IF3sOYlsmsxAAGeR3wKMSNgtVBXd26XFC_Zs19xcOyDBlbRsfAT99jrjDjRjNALE/s1600-h/golondrio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381072768960695474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMnaX4uQKmUV35FaLNFgxBlbg8AnkvVz0Wj_5rnG8sXFjwXhaG5o1eHHUfUsudKT0MyN6VHIMk49IF3sOYlsmsxAAGeR3wKMSNgtVBXd26XFC_Zs19xcOyDBlbRsfAT99jrjDjRjNALE/s200/golondrio.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMnaX4uQKmUV35FaLNFgxBlbg8AnkvVz0Wj_5rnG8sXFjwXhaG5o1eHHUfUsudKT0MyN6VHIMk49IF3sOYlsmsxAAGeR3wKMSNgtVBXd26XFC_Zs19xcOyDBlbRsfAT99jrjDjRjNALE/s1600-h/golondrio.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMnaX4uQKmUV35FaLNFgxBlbg8AnkvVz0Wj_5rnG8sXFjwXhaG5o1eHHUfUsudKT0MyN6VHIMk49IF3sOYlsmsxAAGeR3wKMSNgtVBXd26XFC_Zs19xcOyDBlbRsfAT99jrjDjRjNALE/s1600-h/golondrio.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em>"Pave Paradise"</em></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-71662714448116945702009-09-13T14:14:00.000-07:002009-09-13T14:34:15.823-07:00chances, and postscripting<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381064151375366194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwbBx6GhyDqgW6GFpF1xiorQyjdXYYKhjD7sq-i1QCZlvVEYlfHmqfvbbStrfTMetm57oJM388-HMznDHcHM7_3xWJgkoa-vuxyWhtrKRbAUXtXnEPGSOVnCI-D7F0CoZKcOybRldoBE/s400/jelena.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegOByg-ddKlh05lR49effo7lINyfsaRQA2ARMQ3sJ1FAWYlw0ODp4PnN1ewsxYAeEkRWhyphenhyphen0l3kA9lBytUFKJCKSqHETJQBZuvquA0JgrCtVAB3xxWgLsNe5OyOBpBh60f9EhqwpBCsQM/s1600-h/reflejos+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381067728564472578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegOByg-ddKlh05lR49effo7lINyfsaRQA2ARMQ3sJ1FAWYlw0ODp4PnN1ewsxYAeEkRWhyphenhyphen0l3kA9lBytUFKJCKSqHETJQBZuvquA0JgrCtVAB3xxWgLsNe5OyOBpBh60f9EhqwpBCsQM/s400/reflejos+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Unknowing the last time i wrote with passion and without being frightened, i would like to write out for once my chances and not my fears.To be afraid is as bad as being frightened of be frightened, so maybe this is the time to tell myself that human beings act just like human beings, not like clocks, so there IS a turning back.. We have the chance of not repeating our mistakes, and even the chance of hope with hoping nothing.<br />We have the chance of giving a chance to others.<br />We have the chance to love and not waiting to be loved<br /></span><br /><div></div></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-45153753171332800352009-09-13T14:05:00.000-07:002009-09-13T14:43:06.960-07:00refugio del 2 de febrero.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49ilSAk6JiBCLA3fdNt9NVWTvl7O6eG3nkjUPZs_Sd1qBdBQgJOh5xVDt30BSEiDuugsdyd-PZ80pqBnfGlXLNQLVwV3_qopQSACXQhXp4qkVzZwhq1T3sHZZeRO-or8TDe35XYdC_QU/s1600-h/cajita+or.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381070760129899698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49ilSAk6JiBCLA3fdNt9NVWTvl7O6eG3nkjUPZs_Sd1qBdBQgJOh5xVDt30BSEiDuugsdyd-PZ80pqBnfGlXLNQLVwV3_qopQSACXQhXp4qkVzZwhq1T3sHZZeRO-or8TDe35XYdC_QU/s400/cajita+or.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4PLBxxLQSeiEEgYtS_iwI30GjPzOuiJsDbW9NeXVJPKivR2vRIsIR5XIoWdO_MFZCGRvIEUOOiySKW8Y-4dfPQW3ORdzl8ulWdG61JXjSCWp_rMb95Ytd94ZGGPcQw6aFPoAtZnTVBU/s1600-h/cajita+or.jpg"></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">De todo lo que hay a la vista, en esa calle en medio de todo<br /><br />Entre monotonía de ladrillo rojo; hierba amarillenta, seca y aplastada<br /><br />El único sitio que todavía conserva algo parecido a un sueño,<br />rodeado de árboles cuyas sombras hacen miles de posibles dibujos en el suelo...<br /><br />Era el camino por el que <strong>él</strong> volvía a casa.</span></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769886931268661005.post-43030917614512677542009-09-13T13:10:00.000-07:002010-03-21T13:12:28.987-07:00square one: through glass<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZw-csYclluHnH3p_EWOZJMfukGHZaGpJC7D_5oA06iwsqSIq-O8YBxZeQ9F1F3tPMF_-6M8QfQ8j4TlPf7rl2o0dpOrfy3qONd_FBp_GuuvzmROt8V_rh016IPxnjp4W7mduCI7t-TU/s1600-h/pop2b.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381071117625011474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZw-csYclluHnH3p_EWOZJMfukGHZaGpJC7D_5oA06iwsqSIq-O8YBxZeQ9F1F3tPMF_-6M8QfQ8j4TlPf7rl2o0dpOrfy3qONd_FBp_GuuvzmROt8V_rh016IPxnjp4W7mduCI7t-TU/s400/pop2b.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGIxD6f5tVgxY8xUJNysuEHG0D7Jtm0K7SeDbkFTU7WRYWN559I82X92n2zCwMtDCOXRyS5oEotq-gE-IET3Un64fT4j5sKDPIQgjNsftobD6w6m8jV5wBoRgU6klNCmMk7bEESr4PrM/s1600-h/pop2b.JPG"></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Kids are left, left in cold streets</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">with no battery mp3's</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There was a lie</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">there is no end of the line</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Let's open them again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So we'll be able to START again.<br /></span></div>Klaruskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12760176911998180350noreply@blogger.com0