tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63616764780061817622024-03-12T16:09:37.625-07:00Quítese los zapatos,voy a hacerle cosquillas.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-68516879327039704012011-02-20T12:37:00.000-08:002011-02-20T13:11:01.353-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhByBas6p5NvVUvnYKCkTBmiZWWJiTotyYyEjo72x8aad1FSCslr7WtjLFS6Cf9t5P5jgSdFX1rgvpugTyaxOw5oJK5n8eouGREN3hNJaXuDZqZSMGePG3aT3c6Ip1xjKyrokumi9l2g/s1600/IMGP8493.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhByBas6p5NvVUvnYKCkTBmiZWWJiTotyYyEjo72x8aad1FSCslr7WtjLFS6Cf9t5P5jgSdFX1rgvpugTyaxOw5oJK5n8eouGREN3hNJaXuDZqZSMGePG3aT3c6Ip1xjKyrokumi9l2g/s320/IMGP8493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575881511043497506" border="0" /></a>¿Por qué no divertirnos alguna vez?<br />sino,la vida es completamente aburrida,y es como si el tiempo pasara antes de lo debido.Pero nos encontramos con el dilema de si está bien o mal.Pues no,simplemente está,y hay algo que te incita a hacerlo,y tal vez,en el fondo,hasta relamente es lo que te hace seguir vivo...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Estas sensaciones me gustan... </span>Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-61960947431260187662011-02-02T12:12:00.000-08:002011-02-02T12:18:52.297-08:00BLOBLOBLOOOO¿Sabes qué hago cuando me siento tan poco original? ¡Blablablablablaaa! Hago algo que nadie haya hecho antes,así me vuelvo a sentir distinta aunque sea por un segundo. venga, ¡pruébalo!Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-31511276799464628542011-01-28T13:27:00.000-08:002011-01-28T13:32:03.726-08:00Por favor.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuj9kTido3oPIbAjDs91xiTGiO4Gvvx9U8iLOAnRKAn5fuhJBt4uSQebdXKP9bx7mFtsKsNqd498WEPY5F1y21vCbcx46-Pv1KVreuR5X1gX6GIdyVnNX8hYmHq1mFakspRPTJ8ldy35Q/s1600/IMGP7167.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuj9kTido3oPIbAjDs91xiTGiO4Gvvx9U8iLOAnRKAn5fuhJBt4uSQebdXKP9bx7mFtsKsNqd498WEPY5F1y21vCbcx46-Pv1KVreuR5X1gX6GIdyVnNX8hYmHq1mFakspRPTJ8ldy35Q/s320/IMGP7167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567352298502349970" border="0" /></a><br />Las palabras se utilizan para mentir. En cambio, el dolor nunca miente.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-78379112631749850662011-01-17T13:16:00.000-08:002011-01-17T13:44:56.101-08:00Al fin y al cabo lo que me apasiona es perseguirle.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtT4juS-wEt6ef2SAMKcFkv70KHKudyIAhAbJD-NiCWJB_IfTkQWGqfMjqQLT3WiwJqw3gXX-8emS2Vcpq9qBww9-f1zy14P41Srh4ng6UnujcJOLejQlIlk-eMq7GHOYs8D_6I-KcN5M/s1600/IMGP1197.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtT4juS-wEt6ef2SAMKcFkv70KHKudyIAhAbJD-NiCWJB_IfTkQWGqfMjqQLT3WiwJqw3gXX-8emS2Vcpq9qBww9-f1zy14P41Srh4ng6UnujcJOLejQlIlk-eMq7GHOYs8D_6I-KcN5M/s320/IMGP1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563272963327862738" border="0" /></a>Te aborrezo mas de lo que inmaginas y te amo mas de lo pueda soportar.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-77291682887352973472011-01-17T13:13:00.000-08:002011-01-17T13:16:37.106-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4SeB6D_3wvO7H1za12mz9BgqbVWADtDSxd6zifZt7HtuJv3mopT2ekhDGleUT1Hbb0OqIFv6_N-Kpeut4eggnfENqiFhBUBZrLSaK5RTdTZ27z3pwXGJS-db6Ds0EeGLukQEwBNFHlk/s1600/Ui5QuJV57qDyRZ_mJ4a.0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4SeB6D_3wvO7H1za12mz9BgqbVWADtDSxd6zifZt7HtuJv3mopT2ekhDGleUT1Hbb0OqIFv6_N-Kpeut4eggnfENqiFhBUBZrLSaK5RTdTZ27z3pwXGJS-db6Ds0EeGLukQEwBNFHlk/s320/Ui5QuJV57qDyRZ_mJ4a.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563266328884219730" border="0" /></a><br />¿No te ocurre nunca que el mundo te supera por todas partes?Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-62890382909120211372011-01-10T15:10:00.000-08:002011-01-10T15:21:22.496-08:00El tiempo pasa demasiado deprisa,tengo miedo.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQAWi6gLzK1U2shykTN7M48ELlytigRtSeddtdsvOzKFan3RtJUjwWukePgHDNdttKRmBZRPKh7fwG_onMwFDDwPcyZi4NwZO78hajKMloO1vcIOUWeL1XhAYJzyE-UNcUvx5uumCzJM/s1600/IMGP2177.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQAWi6gLzK1U2shykTN7M48ELlytigRtSeddtdsvOzKFan3RtJUjwWukePgHDNdttKRmBZRPKh7fwG_onMwFDDwPcyZi4NwZO78hajKMloO1vcIOUWeL1XhAYJzyE-UNcUvx5uumCzJM/s320/IMGP2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699925531247426" border="0" /></a>Me gusta lo dulce,lo salado,y me gusta muchísimo lo ácido.¿Hay alguna palabra para describir eso? "dulsácido".Tal vez.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-22286820354066400842011-01-02T07:19:00.000-08:002011-01-02T07:39:23.958-08:00Pisa fuerte,pero muy fuerte-<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4dUHpqVv1BwtQxqm86sqM-GSDHJ_kw14-7dgLizlYCI-n99_D_TM_r2nt0l05kk-wGdOxWXEU7jbcodt0rG8SdX9RgCggblV9whxYevwxRkABLQAA4TdZ3GF5YU1_8CGcqhPi34fPBk/s1600/IMGP8421.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4dUHpqVv1BwtQxqm86sqM-GSDHJ_kw14-7dgLizlYCI-n99_D_TM_r2nt0l05kk-wGdOxWXEU7jbcodt0rG8SdX9RgCggblV9whxYevwxRkABLQAA4TdZ3GF5YU1_8CGcqhPi34fPBk/s320/IMGP8421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557609805417695986" border="0" /></a>Las palabras se quedan cortas cuando quieres expresar algo muy grande,¿sabías?Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-23797228754134598752011-01-02T07:17:00.000-08:002011-01-02T07:19:26.107-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDTwZaxVOHOcTl5kEhodg00TCZGi9QuomwaFb-Q_8-tzpplaC2w_gaDCorCGPbbj6PA1S5KplEj5W_wOtdB7vkFBkjva9KUQVcZgZre5pyYXXXoGyGtJvvr5JQNQ_QFaIn29hLMZzB2sg/s1600/IMGP8349.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDTwZaxVOHOcTl5kEhodg00TCZGi9QuomwaFb-Q_8-tzpplaC2w_gaDCorCGPbbj6PA1S5KplEj5W_wOtdB7vkFBkjva9KUQVcZgZre5pyYXXXoGyGtJvvr5JQNQ_QFaIn29hLMZzB2sg/s320/IMGP8349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557608479416288690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Y... FELIZ 2011Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-13184746734233400842010-12-27T04:29:00.000-08:002010-12-27T04:34:44.578-08:00Muchas babas,sí<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRdoZqKYY68ge5IIAjlqSwvrctaFPsFRNzP0NIBEWcdRZ-edWkvPXNWZh7y-a_uqBEYQHFJNP5r3yLIlYgCoW__mfA0yZAO7f3eBs9FF_8yLI18CDizv20DBKCvqJw-PJ2aQSbS0rMSUo/s1600/IMGP5117.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRdoZqKYY68ge5IIAjlqSwvrctaFPsFRNzP0NIBEWcdRZ-edWkvPXNWZh7y-a_uqBEYQHFJNP5r3yLIlYgCoW__mfA0yZAO7f3eBs9FF_8yLI18CDizv20DBKCvqJw-PJ2aQSbS0rMSUo/s320/IMGP5117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555338479655325202" border="0" /></a><br />A veces,no queremos ver esas cosas tan pequeñas que nos hacen estar bien,tal vez por eso de que somos ya muy mayores y blablabla.Yo creo,que si me siento pequeñita,(¡cómo cuando tienes tres o cuatro años!) podría llegar a ver cosas diminutas,inalcanzables,que nadie pudiera ver,y entonces podría sonreír ampliamente,pensando que he descubierto que hay cosas mucho más allá de lo que la mente de un adolescente o un adulto,puede lograr ver.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-21239633151146061412010-12-27T04:25:00.000-08:002010-12-27T04:28:58.873-08:00Oui,Oui,c'est moi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnScZJnNeceQPIIb6XmRUU9iCwTkitbWQhosG7UCnDDOmXikdG2nr4hukVeUTM0EYcMuxx5zpZDw-DMyenUW9l3D6zv8-Mg1rhKwBy0kZdYd95nxTEybFMKt_yIe7d59viTMdoTd-CawA/s1600/6pJFTpSgV4kHlGPImm2d.0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnScZJnNeceQPIIb6XmRUU9iCwTkitbWQhosG7UCnDDOmXikdG2nr4hukVeUTM0EYcMuxx5zpZDw-DMyenUW9l3D6zv8-Mg1rhKwBy0kZdYd95nxTEybFMKt_yIe7d59viTMdoTd-CawA/s320/6pJFTpSgV4kHlGPImm2d.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555337466036331986" border="0" /></a><br />Alguien dijo en alguna ocasión que el carácter de las personas se medía por su resistencia ante las tentaciones.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-31677001380520142782010-12-24T07:29:00.001-08:002010-12-24T07:36:36.243-08:00Lo llaman Navidad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bmUyYAaGCbV9Dh2okXiZ7aVKMdVQ3dvJiZukbWZzC-4-M3-OIpSdM49lhFKC50BFrzccpgp94MFdOOi2N6wwydgWASCVJydDGrCiE_QNujP9JfULW-Ex-Nr1M1uIWrcLqymLEWV5zMw/s1600/IMGP7161.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bmUyYAaGCbV9Dh2okXiZ7aVKMdVQ3dvJiZukbWZzC-4-M3-OIpSdM49lhFKC50BFrzccpgp94MFdOOi2N6wwydgWASCVJydDGrCiE_QNujP9JfULW-Ex-Nr1M1uIWrcLqymLEWV5zMw/s320/IMGP7161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554272338193570882" border="0" /></a>Toda acción tiene una reacción igual y opuesta.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-18273293828603935642010-12-24T07:20:00.000-08:002010-12-24T07:22:02.055-08:00Debes saber,que quien nos quiere de verdad,no nos abandona jamás.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxXr2JrNSmeLk26tqYWGnngEPVCnklb8VmbqXx7GQGT3DHt7mWrx9Oj0fxxgsPbU208YK5UHBclhcWPODwpY9dbq2XNS_fI9RM2SIOgAEUKbraFMPv5UIkdoEWgMnRXpinMCCWU4Bdto/s1600/IMGP8242.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxXr2JrNSmeLk26tqYWGnngEPVCnklb8VmbqXx7GQGT3DHt7mWrx9Oj0fxxgsPbU208YK5UHBclhcWPODwpY9dbq2XNS_fI9RM2SIOgAEUKbraFMPv5UIkdoEWgMnRXpinMCCWU4Bdto/s320/IMGP8242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554269080562986674" border="0" /></a>Es difícil saber si el mundo en que vivimos es sueño o realidad.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-43831322895240058362010-12-23T13:38:00.000-08:002010-12-23T13:50:02.078-08:00Juguemos como si no tuviéramos nada que perder<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlMhEzv8zI7zkm83LYFrlXTk-LUodVcl-NQ_KYQ-jR8R-mhZJNBgyeBodq16f4msDhty0JE_cujZeKch0f3dYo4kBHlNRA0gI-K0va1Ai4c-lUPaeK109K9ebPEO2bxCrrVPMayBf6CA/s1600/IMGP1188.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlMhEzv8zI7zkm83LYFrlXTk-LUodVcl-NQ_KYQ-jR8R-mhZJNBgyeBodq16f4msDhty0JE_cujZeKch0f3dYo4kBHlNRA0gI-K0va1Ai4c-lUPaeK109K9ebPEO2bxCrrVPMayBf6CA/s320/IMGP1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553996685625609138" border="0" /></a>Y me pregunté si un recuerdo,es algo que se tiene o algo que se ha perdido.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-62406509052894795612010-12-23T13:32:00.000-08:002010-12-23T13:38:51.788-08:00Estos discos son mágicos, hacen que deje de llover.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTl9WshoWyrp1nZBvUKa42-qjI8XZ2JtNch4als8uI14V2qrmothisM875iGIo3Z9gDUobjEdlHolY27JGStJ_fDM69vMqF2awYxJYFF-nciTZ1oj1dWWrO7l-oVEvWw9xkuA22CV5cQ/s1600/IMGP6657.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTl9WshoWyrp1nZBvUKa42-qjI8XZ2JtNch4als8uI14V2qrmothisM875iGIo3Z9gDUobjEdlHolY27JGStJ_fDM69vMqF2awYxJYFF-nciTZ1oj1dWWrO7l-oVEvWw9xkuA22CV5cQ/s320/IMGP6657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553994271112157938" border="0" /></a>Se que suena un poco cursi pero el amor es pasión,obsesión, no poder vivir sin alguien. Mira, pierde la cabeza,encuentra a alguien a quien amar como loca y que te ame de igual manera, ¿cómo encontrarlo? Pues olvida el intelecto y escucha al corazon. No oigo ese corazón...Porque lo cierto, es que vivir sin eso no tiene sentido alguno,llegar a viejo sin haberse enamorado de verdad, es.. en fin como no haber vivido.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-7436282691665347562010-12-22T11:50:00.000-08:002010-12-22T11:57:41.972-08:00Si siempre nos guiamos por las opiniones ajenas, ¿para qué tenemos las propias?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfx2xdL2pauGRsZLe-tuZR9XmBnuCanONWjCoqGlSEejZ43N58ZYHV1S_rfaKc090Pa95Ffkt0Sdx30lPD8sLoimHyRRGUKjzSprcykEA8MEhonZ8BaOgJx1BrD0CL6HLeFyBccnSFSQ/s1600/IMGP5292.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfx2xdL2pauGRsZLe-tuZR9XmBnuCanONWjCoqGlSEejZ43N58ZYHV1S_rfaKc090Pa95Ffkt0Sdx30lPD8sLoimHyRRGUKjzSprcykEA8MEhonZ8BaOgJx1BrD0CL6HLeFyBccnSFSQ/s320/IMGP5292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553596754231827506" border="0" /></a><br />Se requiere práctica y habilidad para vivir sin arrepentimiento.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361676478006181762.post-86683964941137013242010-12-20T14:05:00.000-08:002010-12-20T14:15:36.380-08:00Te veo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXMgQw0EUJG_h5jCJe7Teo7hywjeepv2fFXZxx_J2iosmqu0GBrYAq1vsWFfngChqQSmbiLvtRnhBUvNeyRKLcuHd7gjX4FsZFP2vhg60z7Kzp7EBCXac-3dic1d-trUpW42xzdDomDY/s1600/IMGP7887.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXMgQw0EUJG_h5jCJe7Teo7hywjeepv2fFXZxx_J2iosmqu0GBrYAq1vsWFfngChqQSmbiLvtRnhBUvNeyRKLcuHd7gjX4FsZFP2vhg60z7Kzp7EBCXac-3dic1d-trUpW42xzdDomDY/s320/IMGP7887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552891230664419298" border="0" /></a><br />—¿Sabes cuando sueñas que estás desnuda y todo el mundo te está mirando?<br />—Sí, me encanta ese sueño.Ellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00272826030796814482noreply@blogger.com0