tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88210154108859138922011-04-21T16:41:09.578-07:00Iharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04426097490757686100noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821015410885913892.post-23367146927690228382008-03-18T06:51:00.001-07:002008-12-10T14:12:31.119-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_X-9ALbThs/R9_Lla6CVYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zDDWTbQAUGM/s1600-h/felicidad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179081940237702530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_X-9ALbThs/R9_Lla6CVYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zDDWTbQAUGM/s320/felicidad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">La felicidad plena dicen que se alcanza cuando ya no podemos ser más felices...¿Entonces cómo es que siempre nos queda algo que nos hace un poco mas infelices?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Yo siempre me digo que la felicidad se vive y se siente con solo una tarde en buena compañía me hace sentirme la persona más feliz del mundo...Las cosas sencillas de la vida son luego las mas destacadas y se recuerdan con cariño.Que las cosas de la vida son demasiado complicadas para ser mas dificiles. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">A ser Felices que yo lo intento.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821015410885913892-2336714692769022838?l=yaris-ihara.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04426097490757686100noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821015410885913892.post-56406346364985621532008-03-12T17:46:00.000-07:002008-12-10T14:12:31.284-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_X-9ALbThs/R9h6eq6CVXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oDkIA2wOKGk/s1600-h/Im_Not_Crazy_III.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_X-9ALbThs/R9h6eq6CVXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oDkIA2wOKGk/s320/Im_Not_Crazy_III.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177022438994761074" border="0" /></a><br />I remember when, I remember,<br /> I remember when I lost my mind<br /> There was something so pleasant about that place.<br /> Even your emotions had an echo<br /> In so much space<br /> <br /> And when you're out there<br /> Without care,<br /> Yeah, I was out of touch<br /> But it wasn't because I didn't know enough<br /> I just knew too much<br /> <br /> Does that make me crazy?<br /> Does that make me crazy?<br /> Does that make me crazy?<br /> Possibly<br /> <br /> And I hope that you are having the time of your life<br /> But think twice, that's my only advice<br /> <br /> Come on now, who do you, who do you,<br /> Who do you, who do you think you are,<br /> Ha ha ha bless your soul<br /> You really think you're in control<br /> <br /> Well, I think you're crazy<br /> I think you're crazy<br /> I think you're crazy<br /> Just like me<br /> <br /> My heroes had the heart to lose<br /> Their lives out on a limb<br /> And all I remember is thinking,<br /> I want to be like them<br /> Ever since I was little, ever since<br /> I was little it looked like fun<br /> And it's no coincidence I've come<br /> And I can die when I'm done<br /> <br /> Maybe I'm crazy<br /> Maybe you're crazy<br /> Maybe we're crazy<br /> Probably<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821015410885913892-5640634636498562153?l=yaris-ihara.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04426097490757686100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821015410885913892.post-49451108842620385492008-03-12T11:08:00.000-07:002008-12-10T14:12:31.487-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_X-9ALbThs/R9ghAq6CVWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztcDWKseFfg/s1600-h/20060414185235-llum.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176924067063813474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_X-9ALbThs/R9ghAq6CVWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ztcDWKseFfg/s320/20060414185235-llum.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Soy lo que han creado, los actos, las palabras, las personas...Me han creado.</div><br /><div>Soy el invento de todos los que me rodean.Los errores me hacen mas fuerte y las dichas me hacen que valore el presente, que en realidad es lo que importa para que vivir en el futuro si eso esta por llegar y para que vivir en el pasado si es lo único que no se puede cambiar.</div><br /><div>__CARPE DIEM__</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821015410885913892-4945110884262038549?l=yaris-ihara.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iharahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04426097490757686100noreply@blogger.com0