tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096489966808524852023-11-16T08:10:54.684-08:00Illusion TodayIlusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-81436185774376942632010-10-30T05:08:00.000-07:002010-10-30T05:10:16.423-07:00In the end, it's over before it began. "I'm not here for your entretaintment..." <div>No more to say</div>Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-23658646975027005852010-09-21T15:06:00.000-07:002010-09-21T15:07:44.097-07:00I think I want something I can't have.Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-12893424183315554072010-09-17T15:31:00.000-07:002010-09-17T16:15:55.673-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know how I feel... I don't know what to do... "All mixed up, confused, I don't know what to do, 'coz I want to, I'd love to if I knew you want me too" (8) I suppose that my feelings lose control... I don't even know how to explain what I feel... I just really like him... </div>Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-7583457490757493632010-08-30T16:40:00.000-07:002010-09-05T16:17:44.944-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkLCFikkSIdHsQENnAaYqXDJLzfl4VRsxHdwm5NLhig8cLX2BCfzPO6nf7veYZhmap_vOirrsXe0Q55SFncrfD4ZIWrs8w_3pRaOvy8wMUKYKfs_sKG-h5uvy-JyeuQ18U_TktM3ZAA8/s1600/etsom.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkLCFikkSIdHsQENnAaYqXDJLzfl4VRsxHdwm5NLhig8cLX2BCfzPO6nf7veYZhmap_vOirrsXe0Q55SFncrfD4ZIWrs8w_3pRaOvy8wMUKYKfs_sKG-h5uvy-JyeuQ18U_TktM3ZAA8/s320/etsom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511357735794885250" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes I just want to erase myself... Sometimes I feel alone... Sometimes I need to escape... Sometimes, all the time...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind...</div>Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-30630206600916957772010-05-10T06:59:00.000-07:002010-05-10T09:30:54.044-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyEgAOMY7oMXkVejptvAaWvOfRugIsGEDzsywqJLK90p9SxmOB72jL6QM0UWVdXMcwhaDVmW_zEQ1lRCSlWYqq4_MlM89oZ4AWuRI0Si1qRsVCOhQa5igPcBXsnHwhjoO-eTyzm6Oy7gA/s1600/Eo3z2OSKuj3awQmxr0pT.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyEgAOMY7oMXkVejptvAaWvOfRugIsGEDzsywqJLK90p9SxmOB72jL6QM0UWVdXMcwhaDVmW_zEQ1lRCSlWYqq4_MlM89oZ4AWuRI0Si1qRsVCOhQa5igPcBXsnHwhjoO-eTyzm6Oy7gA/s320/Eo3z2OSKuj3awQmxr0pT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469679390239485410" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Have you ever trusted someone as much as you can? And then, have you ever felt that nobody trusts you as you do? Don't try to wonder why... There is not answer... But you have to be ready for the everything, because <b>you are the EVERYTHING</b>. There is a moment where you have to think of you, <b>you first</b>.<b> </b>So, dont worry about anything else, only worry about <b>Yourself.</b> </div>Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-78182079492216236932010-05-04T06:47:00.000-07:002010-05-06T14:32:02.802-07:00Sophie wants to run away. Shall we help her?Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-33483035341310672932010-04-29T12:21:00.000-07:002010-04-29T14:07:25.851-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">-I'm tired to pretending, Dan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-Stop it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-I can't.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-Do you really have to pretend you are someone else?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-Everybody would hate me if I didn't.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-Why do you say that? I wouldn't hate you. -Such a sadness he felt because of those words.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-I don't feel good being myself. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">-Do you love me?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-All the time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-So stop it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-You can't ask that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">-I have done it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">She looked down and kept quiet. She hadn't never felt that way. Confused, all mixed up, with no idea what should do. What's happening now? Why is everything so wrong? Maybe she thinks she can't be herself, perhaps she feels that there is not way to fix it. Always pretending, like an actress in a play. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">-Okay, then you are a nice dramatic actress, a pretty good actress. I hope to see you soon in cinemas around the world. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">He stopped and stared, but once again she looked away. I think she doesn't know who is she. Maybe that's the problem.</div>Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-79451139423884856782010-04-28T13:45:00.001-07:002010-09-21T15:18:34.824-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie97AQ1L1Xm6scrumEqOWwVDL5qGTO-7YgzGAuNQWsJKv2ESXAycgICe24aDyemkx5jZl-YXwPDUzvGATdtYzyfeWfzvRBad3cpUxfTlQx1d3DGp5FcUV3yc6qd2aYCIGKrGXrKk97Fnk/s1600/DSC_0088+2.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie97AQ1L1Xm6scrumEqOWwVDL5qGTO-7YgzGAuNQWsJKv2ESXAycgICe24aDyemkx5jZl-YXwPDUzvGATdtYzyfeWfzvRBad3cpUxfTlQx1d3DGp5FcUV3yc6qd2aYCIGKrGXrKk97Fnk/s320/DSC_0088+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465641582547710770" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_rNQjL-nax90PkbSWcakyxVqyfnMygby3plfN16_Hyto3Ad8UNYHT83B1lPvsdD7wvSAZ2qNKDokstetRPYGFH7TvuWCoxqo8t43kMtp-pmEOMkq_mwSDa5vX5i5PklmyQbegKqOv-o/s1600/AVxCKvYD1sZSUWWZTZ4O.0.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes, you feel... <b>Lonely</b>, you wonder if this really <b>worths</b>. But, then you listen <b>that song</b>, that, you don't know why, <b>makes you smile</b>, and you just do it. And <span style="font-weight: bold;">feel weird<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span>again. And say <span style="font-weight: bold;">Why? </span>Don't you know it? No, it is not over, <span style="font-weight: bold;">not yet</span>, don't worry. Just... Don't think about it... Just... <span style="font-weight: bold;">LIVE IT ALL. </span>'Re you ready for change now?<br /></div>Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-60744312832194793172010-04-09T10:25:00.000-07:002010-04-09T10:29:46.886-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Waiting for you... <b>FOREVER</b>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Excited about the writting contest, I gotta wait 'til 16th April. Check my writting blog, Spanish people sure... <a href="http://ilusionalavista.blogspot.com">http://ilusionalavista.blogspot.com </a></div>Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209648996680852485.post-43857312966282032612010-04-09T10:09:00.000-07:002010-04-09T10:18:27.160-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqGLlBWbcery_dJib4uivd2i4o0dCs5-gfCKtTi_KxC25PrHW0ttsuNBNDpzgCByC8cC1tP0JZXQm21nj6RNLfA-aGC4_cwuwQr3xwQStcPkpB-1mNHL7x0w-XbR5H-rOILHqt3cnJ5U/s1600/CIMG0124+copy.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqGLlBWbcery_dJib4uivd2i4o0dCs5-gfCKtTi_KxC25PrHW0ttsuNBNDpzgCByC8cC1tP0JZXQm21nj6RNLfA-aGC4_cwuwQr3xwQStcPkpB-1mNHL7x0w-XbR5H-rOILHqt3cnJ5U/s320/CIMG0124+copy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458188115883577586" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nadie dijo que fuera fácil<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">... Nadie dijo que sería tan duro... <b>Te Quiero</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></div>Ilusión a la vistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103220221936717387noreply@blogger.com0