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... Cara de Angel ... Navegando en La Perla... Al lado del Timon... Con el Piloto Automatico puesto... Recibiendo en el Rostro... Las Salpicaduras de las Olas... El Olor a Salitre ... Inundando mis Pulmones... Cierro los Ojos... Y en mi Mente... Te puedo ver... Esa Cara de Angel... En la cual apenas se vislumbran... Los rasgos hechos con pinceladas de Amor... Esos enormes Ojos ... Que me miran de reojo... Esa Nariz ... Dilatada... dejando entrar todo el aroma de mi piel... Y esos Labios... Que me estan diciendo... Besame... Voy ... Que Voy... Que Voyyyyy...  Capirata Negro  |
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En un espejo.... personalmente... en una foto..  Hay muchas canciones de nombre "Angel".. pero la letra de tu Angel Face.. me recordó.. ésta... SWEET SIXTEEN... Billy Idol... I'll do anything For my sweet sixteen, And I'll do anything For little run away child Gave my heart an engagement ring. She took ev'rything. Ev'rything I gave her, Oh sweet sixteen. Built a moon For a rocking chair. I never guessed it would Rock her far from here Oh, oh, oh, oh. Someone's built a candy castle For my sweet sixteen. Someone's built a candy brain And filled it in. Well I'll do anything For my sweet sixteen Oh I'll do anything For little runaway child Well, memories will burn you. Memories grow older as people can They just get colder Like sweet sixteen Oh, I see it's clear Baby, that you are All through here Oh, oh, oh, oh. Someone's built a candy castle For my sweet sixteen, Someone's built a candy house To house her in. Someone's built a candy castle For my sweet sixteen. Someone's built a candy brain And filled it in. And I do anything For my sweet sixteen Oh, I do anything For little run away girl. Yeah, sad and lonely and blue. Yeah, gettin' over you. How, how do you think it feels Yeah to get up in the morning, get over you. Up in the morning, get over you. Wipe away the tears, get over you, get over, get over... My sweet sixteen Oh runaway child Oh sweet sixteen Little runaway girl. Gave my heart an engagement ring She left everything Everything I gave her Sweet sixteen Built a moon For a rocking chair, Never guessed it would Rock her far from here Oh, oh, oh Someone's built a candy castle For my sweet sixteen. Someone's built a candy house To house her in. Someone's built a candy castle For my sweet sixteen Someone's built a candy house To house her in. And I'll do anything For my sweet sixteen Oh, I'll do anything For little runaway child. Do anything For my sweet sixteen I'll do anything For little runaway girl Little runaway girl Oh sweet sixteen Oh sweet sixteen Oh. Ahhh.. lo más cercano que tengo a esa edad es una pulsera de identidad que me regalaron mis papis para mi cumple de, lógicamente.. 16 años... Uff!!.. cómo crecen los chicos!!!.. jajaja Besicossss Cap... Te dejo tranquilo con tu visión... Stella ♥ 
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HOLA... HERMOSO ESCRITO... HE LLEGADO HASTA AQUI PARA SALUDARTE Y DESEARTE UN BUENB DIA... P.D. AUNQUE NO HE ESTADO POR AQUI ULTIMAMENTE HOY PASE A DEJARTE UN GRAN SALUDO SIEMPRE ME ACUERDO DE LOS AMIGOS POR EL MOMENTO EL TRABAJO ME ABSORVE DEMACIADO.... SALUDOS
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Uy!!.. el Maestro afilando las uñas.. jajaja Para no ser menos la alumna.. y como no se le ocurre por el momento nada relacionado con el "desmembramiento" que has hecho.. te dejo uno más que SIX...(SEVEN).... y continuando en cierta forma desmembrando.. Im gonna fight em off A seven nation army couldnt hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And Im talking to myself at night Because I cant forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette And the message coming from my eyes Says leave it alone Dont want to hear about it Every single ones got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell And if I catch it coming back my way Im gonna serve it to you And that aint what you want to hear, But thats what I'll do And the feeling coming from my bones Says find a home Im going to Wichita Far from this opera for evermore Im gonna work the straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding Right before the lord All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think No more And the stains coming from my blood Tell me go back home ... Sà que llegará tu grumete.. y mi peke también.. y verás.. cuán rápido los superan también..  Besicos conrazón visionarios... jeje Dulce noche!!!  Stella ♥
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1/30/2009 3:47 am |
Holaaaa mi bello Capi¡¡ Besotes mi Capirata cojo el de pataepalo jajajajaj que buenaaaaa, sabessss la pase muy bien cariño, gracias por tenerte a mi noche estuviste maravilloso ainsssssssssssssss. Y bueno pos el dedo quedo en suspenso a que se lo digo eh¡¡¡¡ jajajajaja, y la manguera???? joioooooo que no se ande quedo con tanto movimiento jajajaja, no la habre pisao no??? jajaja Bueno te espero, eso ya es una cita hummmmmmm  Un besote capirata de tu Conrazon. Vivi Quisiera gritar en el silencio de una pantalla
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Bien haces en cortártelas y no  .. jajaSigamos entonces.... Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane Khamouma li neka thi sama souf ak thi guinaw Beugouma kouma khol oaldine yaw li neka si yaw mo ne si man, li ne si mane moye dilene diapale Roughneck and rudeness, We should be using, on the ones who practice wicked charms For the sword and the stone Bad to the bone Battle is not over Even when it's won And when a child is born into this world It has no concept Of the tone the skin is living in It's not a second But seven seconds away Just as long as I stay I'll be waiting It's not a second But seven seconds away Just as long as I stay I'll be waiting (x3) J'assume les raisons qui nous poussent de changer tout J'aimerais qu'on oublie leur couleur pour qu'ils espèrent Beaucoup de sentiments de race qui font qu'ils désespèrent Je veux les portes grandement ouvertes Des amis pour parler de leur peine, de leur joie Pour qu'ils leur filent des infos Qui ne divisent pas changer Seven seconds away Just as long as I stay I'll be waiting It's not a second But seven seconds away Just as long as I stay I'll be waiting(x3) And when a child is born into this world It has no concept Of the tone the skin is living in And there's a million voices And there's a million voices To tell you what she should be thinking So you better sober up for just a second Seven seconds away Just as long as I stay I'll be waiting It's not a second But seven seconds away Just as long as I stay I'll be waiting It's not a second But seven seconds away Just as long as I stay I'll be waiting No encuentro en el You esa de Queen... .. pero segurito si es de ellos está buena...  Hasta el infinito y más allá, Cap!!...  Besicos marinos...  Stella ♥
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Jaja... Realmente muy buena la 7 seconds... Puedes creer que no encuentro esa canción en la juke?.. (la de Seven Seas..... )  ... Pero no te preocupes mucho.. estoy casi, casi dormida... jaja... Seguimos con el ocho... EIGHT DAYS A WEEK (FALSE STARTS).... The Beatles... Paul: "One." John: "Wait, hold on!" Paul: "One, two, three" OO - John: "Oh no, you're daft, cat!" Paul: "That's only one of the four of them Ringo: "That's what the seriar says Paul: "One, two, three, four:" OO - OH, I NEED YOUR LOVE, BABE, GUESS YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE. HOPE YOU NEED MY LOVE, BABE, JUST LIKE I NEED YOU. HOLD ME, LOVE ME, HOLD ME, LOVE ME, I AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT LOVE, BABE, EIGHT DAYS A WEEK. LOVE YOU EV´RY DAY, GIRL, ALWAYS ON MY MIND. ONE THING I CAN SAY, GIRL, LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME. HOLD ME, LOVE ME, HOLD ME, LOVE ME, AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT LOVE, GIRL, EIGHT DAYS A WEEK. EIGHT DAYS A WEEK, I LOVE YOU. EIGHT DAYS A WEEK, IS NOT ENOUGH TO SHOW I CARE. OH, I NEED YOUR LOVE, BABE, GUESS YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE. HOPE YOU NEED MY LOVE, BABE, JUST LIKE I NEED YOU. HOLD ME, LOVE ME, HOLD ME, LOVE ME, I AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT LOVE, BABE, EIGHT DAYS A WEEK. EIGHT DAYS A WEEK, I LOVE YOU. EIGHT DAYS A WEEK, IS NOT ENOUGH TO SHOW I CARE. LOVE YOU EV´RY DAY, GIRL, ALWAYS ON MY MIND. ONE THING I CAN SAY, GIRL, LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME. HOLD ME, LOVE ME, HOLD ME, LOVE ME, AIN'T GOT NOTHING BUT LOVE, GIRL, EIGHT DAYS A WEEK, EIGHT DAYS A WEEK, EIGHT DAYS A WEEK. OO - BOO! BOO! Besicos Cap.... Feliz domingo!!!  Stella ♥
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Estamos como los cangrejos!!!  Ya verás en el post siguiente.... "dos pájaros de un tiro".. jeje Otro besito...  Stella ♥
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3/19/2009 10:54 pm |
¡Me siento identificada!, aunque no sea para mà   Madame Villana
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