tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16251305680662367482012-02-16T16:32:45.032-08:00A veces tu vida se define con la letra de una canción...otras con un guión :)roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-65123861736790370032011-07-07T09:23:00.000-07:002011-07-07T09:26:26.816-07:00<pre><span><span style="line-height:20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Today I don't feel like doing anything</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> I just wanna lay in my bed </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">don't feel like picking up my phone </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">So leave a message at the tone</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">http://youtu.be/fLexgOxsZu0</span></span><br /></span></span></pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-6512386173679037003?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-59990170013456781192011-07-04T10:03:00.000-07:002011-07-04T10:05:14.847-07:00Tienes esa maldita fuerza, que me ha enganchado y no me va a soltar. Tu olor mi inspira, tu voz me incita, a que mi risa nazca sin pensar. Que mi estómago esté cerrado, y me hago daño porque se que no estás.<br /><br />Y si pudiera tenerte, y quererte a la vez, y si tuviera tu amor, no lloraría por ver, que no te tengo, y me quiero, y te quiero tener. Y si estuviera a tu lado moriría por ser esa que cuida de ti, esa que sueña con ser tu amor eterno, ese trozo que quiero tener.<br /><br /><br />Si pudiera tenerte.El canto del Loco<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-5999017001345678119?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-82240866447385843952011-06-18T04:23:00.000-07:002011-06-18T04:28:09.941-07:00You're gonna have bad boyfriends and best friends-turned-enemies. You need to be yourself, you need to work hard, and you'll get there.<div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br />:) Im trying to find my way....<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-8224086644738584395?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-19794851595503063862011-03-16T06:44:00.000-07:002011-03-16T06:51:55.531-07:00<div class="quotecontent">Nobody’s had the best relationships in the past, that’s why they end. I think that if you want, you should be with someone you really like, you’re really proud to be with and you should want to call them your boyfriend or girlfriend.</div><br /><br />LC.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-1979485159550306386?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-42610823381281071522011-03-10T03:32:00.000-08:002011-03-10T03:45:20.829-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntV2M1Kwfb0/TXi4UZVgk4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/oXvUCdfhhXw/s1600/Imagen%2B153.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntV2M1Kwfb0/TXi4UZVgk4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/oXvUCdfhhXw/s320/Imagen%2B153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582414398663725954" border="0" /></a><span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;">Hace tiempo alguien me dijo cual era el mejor remedio cuando sin motivo alguno se te iba el mundo al suelo.Y si quieres yo te explico en que consiste el misterio,que no hay cielo, mar ni tierra que la vida es un sueño.<br /><br /><br />Jarabe de Palo<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-4261082338128107152?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-81749162393316064012011-03-01T06:46:00.000-08:002011-03-01T06:53:54.770-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6jIyqs8JI4/TW0HKvvTNBI/AAAAAAAAANs/k8mDPsW2_sA/s1600/fb_17.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6jIyqs8JI4/TW0HKvvTNBI/AAAAAAAAANs/k8mDPsW2_sA/s320/fb_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579123394576856082" border="0" /></a> He has a way of making me feel like I'm never good enough. And I hate that feeling, and I feel that I need to prove it to myself and that's not a good reason..<br /><br /><br /><br />Pic.MTV.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-8174916239331606401?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-17765193466060860902010-12-23T06:25:00.001-08:002010-12-23T06:33:59.693-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPVQUO-edBs/TRNc5aqGBxI/AAAAAAAAANc/w6bb0CUzGFE/s1600/IMG00197-20101221-1509.jpg"><br /></a><br />I'll be there for you<br />When the rain starts to pour<br />I'll be there for you<br />Like I've been there before<br />I'll be there for you<br />'Cuz you're there for me too...<br /><br />The Rembrands<br /><br /><br /><br />:) Gracias por estar ahi.Os quiero chicas.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPVQUO-edBs/TRNc5aqGBxI/AAAAAAAAANc/w6bb0CUzGFE/s1600/IMG00197-20101221-1509.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPVQUO-edBs/TRNc5aqGBxI/AAAAAAAAANc/w6bb0CUzGFE/s320/IMG00197-20101221-1509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553884906956130066" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-1776519346606086090?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-68956631184279025602010-12-20T07:08:00.000-08:002010-12-20T07:11:44.864-08:00Ayer por la tarde hablando en su oido<br />con otra del brazo lo he visto pasar,<br />me ha vuelto la cara, no se ha conmovió<br />pero estoy segura, que me vió llorar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-6895663118427902560?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-29489781010266162412010-12-16T02:24:00.000-08:002010-12-16T02:26:50.712-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" >Don’t you hate that? Like bad guys, you’re like, I just want to get over you. I just want you out of my life. And as soon as you stop thinking about them they’ll send you a text message or they’ll call you cuz they know you just stopped thinking about them. It’s like a radar.<br /><br />The Hills<br /></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-2948978101026616241?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-3711473700316371312010-12-14T13:53:00.000-08:002010-12-16T02:27:22.077-08:00<span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><strong>Chuck: </strong>Your world would be easier if I didn’t come back.<br /><strong>Blair:</strong> That’s true. But it wouldn’t be my world without you in it.<br /><br />Gossip Girl</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-371147370031637131?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-55588936957143435392010-12-10T09:07:00.000-08:002010-12-10T09:08:46.586-08:00Al final no puedes evitar hablar de ciertas cosas, hay cosas que no queremos escuchar, a veces hablamos porque no podemos estar callados más tiempo. Hay cosas que exceden a las palabras, son productos de la acción, a veces hablas porque no hay alternativa. Otras cosas te las reservas y no siempre, pero de cuando en cuando, algunas cosas hablan por si solas. [Anatomía de Grey]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-5558893695714343539?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-39330036351350848352010-12-04T06:13:00.000-08:002010-12-04T06:18:21.777-08:00<pre><span><span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >"Si un dia me faltas no sere nada</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >y al mismo tiempo lo seré todo</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >porque en tus ojos estan mis alas</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >y esta la orilla donde me ahogo"</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Carlos Varela</span><br /></span></span></pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-3933003635135084835?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-37540490735166532222010-12-03T03:04:00.000-08:002010-12-03T03:16:57.362-08:00The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don't. But, in the end, they're the people you always come home to. Sometimes it's the family you're born into and sometimes it's the one you make for yourself.<br /><br />Sex and the City<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-3754049073516653222?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625130568066236748.post-65277897326500782772010-11-30T03:59:00.000-08:002010-11-30T04:04:51.031-08:00<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">"Y se dió cuenta de que la vida no era eso, la vida es caer y levantarse, y volverse a caer y volver a levantarse; la vida es alegrarte los viernes y joderte los lunes, y abrazarte a quien te abrace y a quien no te abrace pues no le abrazas y punto, y no pasa nada." La Gran Vida<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1625130568066236748-6527789732650078277?l=roussio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>roussiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12633666925237202199noreply@blogger.com1