tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48095490614471378102024-03-13T19:22:29.747-07:00MartinaTell me what you think and tell you who you are ~Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-70839235121722199432012-04-05T08:51:00.000-07:002012-04-05T08:51:07.735-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-23991343779684043252012-04-05T08:43:00.002-07:002012-04-05T08:43:37.591-07:00Thanks for being here *<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flmiakdJris/T329mw7eeHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LBjPQiurz3Y/s1600/asdasbjdbask+123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flmiakdJris/T329mw7eeHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LBjPQiurz3Y/s640/asdasbjdbask+123.jpg" width="460" /></a></div>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-34989034630303541922012-04-05T08:38:00.000-07:002012-04-05T08:38:19.027-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqsSG1vpfZU/T327717UvrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/B7LRwzX2S2I/s1600/123456789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqsSG1vpfZU/T327717UvrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/B7LRwzX2S2I/s400/123456789.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqsSG1vpfZU/T327717UvrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/B7LRwzX2S2I/s1600/123456789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">The world is ours if we want it </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">.</span></span></a>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-52078502681698541872012-01-08T18:26:00.000-08:002012-01-08T18:26:59.217-08:00I'll wait<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdraR6b6HXo/TwpNycx2z3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/bsqb5xGpYUI/s1600/amorypaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdraR6b6HXo/TwpNycx2z3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/bsqb5xGpYUI/s400/amorypaz.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-63284411660514564312011-12-29T12:44:00.000-08:002011-12-29T12:44:14.048-08:00Y no se que esta pasando con vos ·<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0GoM4iFTBY/TvzQzjdOF-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/kyDGeHwcwqQ/s1600/shopp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0GoM4iFTBY/TvzQzjdOF-I/AAAAAAAAAZI/kyDGeHwcwqQ/s400/shopp.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-76275873256481725992011-12-11T18:43:00.001-08:002011-12-11T18:45:01.843-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWoFAlnWe0s/TuVqLU16uCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VNWQyPGsIis/s1600/sho+turrwta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWoFAlnWe0s/TuVqLU16uCI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VNWQyPGsIis/s640/sho+turrwta.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<pre style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><b>Y en realidad, hay cosas que no voy a olvidar Como tus ojos de soledad</b></span></pre>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-90849909298089888402011-12-11T18:30:00.000-08:002011-12-11T18:31:05.863-08:00Corazón, que caros son los precios del amor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYh0HR-dPmg/TuVm9DPghZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_hQdHjRMik0/s1600/let+it+be+729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYh0HR-dPmg/TuVm9DPghZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_hQdHjRMik0/s400/let+it+be+729.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<pre><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><i>El pasado es un mal sueño que acabo
Un incendio que en tus brazos se apago</i></span></pre>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-27653012585578531542011-08-30T11:25:00.000-07:002011-08-30T11:25:54.655-07:00·Es que no dejo de pensar cuanto te quiero<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-deIXm-BFY/Tl0qLHjyWvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/qvWFYKaIQRg/s1600/acata..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-deIXm-BFY/Tl0qLHjyWvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/qvWFYKaIQRg/s640/acata..jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-3369833845001711322011-08-30T11:20:00.001-07:002011-08-30T11:20:26.897-07:00ʚ<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tD49o-G9sUU/Tl0pwLNkn4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/6Ew2t5hKNw0/s1600/1232..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tD49o-G9sUU/Tl0pwLNkn4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/6Ew2t5hKNw0/s640/1232..jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-2139898630755812012011-08-27T17:58:00.000-07:002011-08-27T17:58:43.958-07:00Como duelen los dias sin ti '<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rk6ZZWVHxkM/TlmQZcUWrMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QJuSE02qmD4/s1600/P1010021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rk6ZZWVHxkM/TlmQZcUWrMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QJuSE02qmD4/s400/P1010021.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-28768879222522123972011-08-27T17:29:00.000-07:002011-08-27T17:40:30.296-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Porque hoy no ha parado de llover, me duele la vida sin tim ven y abrásame</span></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"><i>Y cada vez que pienso en vos, quiero volver</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span><br />
<pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Y a veces pienso, cuando me quedo solo
Te extraño, te lloro, que lindo arruinarse con vos.
Y el día estuvo mal, hoy te soñé
No quiero recordarte más, no me hace bien
Quisiera comprender que estás muy lejos
Y que no te importa nada de lo que me pasa. </i></span></span></pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"><i>Y cada vez que pienso en vos, quiero volver</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><pre><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Y el brillo de tus ojos rojos, yo quiero ver
Detesto no saber, si te acordas de mí
O no te importa nada de lo que me pasa.</i></span></pre></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><pre><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><i>Y el brillo de tus ojos rojos, yo quiero ver
Detesto no saber, si te acordas de mí
O no te importa nada de lo que me pasa.</i></span></pre></span></td></tr>
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<i>Ya no me alcansan las palabras no,</i><br />
<i>para explicarte lo que siento yo</i><br />
<i>y todo lo que vas causando en mi</i><br />
<i>lo blanco y negro se vuelve color</i><br />
<i>y todo es dulce cuando esta en tu vos,</i><br />
<i><b>y si nace de tì .</b></i>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-329488880200364822011-08-12T18:37:00.001-07:002011-08-12T18:37:29.630-07:00Es poco decir, que eres mi luz mi cielo mi otra mitad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnICHbp9ce0/TkXTiQ3-JrI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/h4xK6kODIMo/s1600/seria1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnICHbp9ce0/TkXTiQ3-JrI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/h4xK6kODIMo/s320/seria1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-37022090797063833682011-08-12T18:16:00.000-07:002011-08-12T18:16:41.506-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5EghAeLUFk/TkXPjlDMuXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/knMB9uD6ifA/s1600/chupetincorazon.lalala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5EghAeLUFk/TkXPjlDMuXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/knMB9uD6ifA/s320/chupetincorazon.lalala.jpg" width="172" /></a><i>Ya no quiero mas que abrasarte, besarte hasta perder la razòn, tomarte de mi mano y darte mi corazòn, y nose si seràs lo que habia soñado pero no lo puedo evitar, Un momento no puedo dejar de pensarte <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;">Ya no te quiero olvidar !</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-65390889220553935472011-08-12T18:11:00.000-07:002011-08-12T18:11:11.637-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CHk1a-C2KTI/TkXOlKO3zmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/mAFi_wqnszU/s1600/gm+con+lali.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CHk1a-C2KTI/TkXOlKO3zmI/AAAAAAAAAWI/mAFi_wqnszU/s400/gm+con+lali.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Y en un segundo de rendirme te encontrè, piel con piel el corazon se me desarma, me haces bien enciendes luces en mi alma -</span></div>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-50061554589585518232011-07-24T16:32:00.000-07:002011-07-24T16:32:51.986-07:00Recuerda que en la vida todo tiene solución *<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ao9aTd5l-lk/TiyrXyM1YxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AIgbt_Q6Lx8/s1600/chistosa..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ao9aTd5l-lk/TiyrXyM1YxI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AIgbt_Q6Lx8/s320/chistosa..jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-25587364426750641632011-07-24T16:26:00.001-07:002011-07-24T16:26:29.181-07:00♥<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7GNwRh8Pvs/TiyqHJXJZCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qqRV0RFcCcU/s1600/carlis+te+amo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7GNwRh8Pvs/TiyqHJXJZCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qqRV0RFcCcU/s320/carlis+te+amo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-81135197382532583392011-07-24T16:21:00.000-07:002011-07-24T16:21:25.942-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2-Xlh455A8/TiyocJejsxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/pkoaDt9Ju7k/s1600/fea%252Casco+dios+..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2-Xlh455A8/TiyocJejsxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/pkoaDt9Ju7k/s320/fea%252Casco+dios+..jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #351c75;">Y ahora es que me doy cuenta, que sin ti no soy nada, he perdido las fuerzas, he perdido las ganas, he intentado encontrarte en otras personas,no es igual .</div>Martinnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260184454671180327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809549061447137810.post-28347083170130669282011-07-24T16:18:00.000-07:002011-07-24T16:18:28.286-07:00Vuelve que sin ti la vida se me va -<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0Fjvdipr9E/TiynvW7FSPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Cg4IGC7SFC4/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0Fjvdipr9E/TiynvW7FSPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Cg4IGC7SFC4/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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