tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70030228628370640172011-05-19T04:04:35.934-07:00Pequeñas cosasDanielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138801246092415199noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003022862837064017.post-5601839765097174242011-05-18T08:52:00.000-07:002011-05-18T08:52:32.478-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fondoplanet.com/fondos/Pda/155x233/imagen871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.fondoplanet.com/fondos/Pda/155x233/imagen871.jpg" /></a></div><h3 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;">Las decisiones más dolorosas son mejores y las más importantes, porque marcan nuestras vidas para siempre...</span></span></span></h3><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003022862837064017-560183976509717424?l=smallsouvenirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138801246092415199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003022862837064017.post-78948737319892787472011-05-13T14:23:00.001-07:002011-05-13T14:23:47.485-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47gBZcEG5vw/TRt4Phg2qTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/frBa7MHi46M/s320/aire-libre-ya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_47gBZcEG5vw/TRt4Phg2qTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/frBa7MHi46M/s320/aire-libre-ya.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Y desde aca imagino, proyecto, quiero, siento, pienso. Mi mundo es pequeño, pero no por ello lo que imagino, proyecto, quiero, siento o pienso es insignificante... </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003022862837064017-7894873731989278747?l=smallsouvenirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138801246092415199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003022862837064017.post-75309900834947604702011-05-13T14:20:00.000-07:002011-05-13T14:20:50.183-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YFHyl3jkgI/SnL35DYE3OI/AAAAAAAABIE/_l5HRk6AAgE/s320/soledad2ik9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YFHyl3jkgI/SnL35DYE3OI/AAAAAAAABIE/_l5HRk6AAgE/s320/soledad2ik9.png" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Siempre sientes que se va la persona que mas necesitas, cuando todo parecía perfecto. Siempre te dejan sin explicaciones ni motivos. Cuando intentas saber el porque, apenas ellos lo saben.<br /> *<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><b>Las persónas cambian cón el tiempo; o el tiémpo hace vér lo qe reálmente son?</b></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003022862837064017-7530990083494760470?l=smallsouvenirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138801246092415199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003022862837064017.post-89251672229774874312011-05-13T14:11:00.000-07:002011-05-13T14:11:46.106-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXCXgX4h5v8/Tc2dkcJFbzI/AAAAAAAAACE/knl-2mjHjY4/s1600/70-photography-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXCXgX4h5v8/Tc2dkcJFbzI/AAAAAAAAACE/knl-2mjHjY4/s1600/70-photography-10.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">En ocasiones los pequeños detalles son los que mas cuentan, son aquellos que mas recuerdas y te sacan una sonrisa en los peores momentos...<br /> Son aquellos que marcan una gran diferencia en tu vida, por mínimos que sean. (:*</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003022862837064017-8925167222977487431?l=smallsouvenirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17138801246092415199noreply@blogger.com0