tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26205043861700457612012-02-06T00:03:52.698-08:00Yassminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12296286251574924260noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620504386170045761.post-64518169739147793592009-05-30T22:29:00.000-07:002009-05-30T22:39:21.890-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7ohNMMmjYI/SiIWkyfFxDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xyBELYwIUxs/s1600-h/n696370326_3602484_6072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7ohNMMmjYI/SiIWkyfFxDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xyBELYwIUxs/s400/n696370326_3602484_6072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341856929298105394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I give you my waist<br />and my lips, for when you want to kiss,<br />I give you my madness<br />and the few neurons they left me<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >My discolored shoes, the diary in wich I write, I give even my sighs,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >but don't leave anymore</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Because is you, my sun, the faith with I live<br />the strongnes of my voice<br />the feet I use to walk.<br />It is you my love, my desires to live<br />the goodbye I don't know how to say<br />because I will be never able to live without you<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >If one of these day you would decided to get away from me</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >I would close every door, so you could never go out</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >I give you my silence, I give you my nose,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >I give you even my bones, but don't go.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Because is you, my sun, the faith with I live<br />the strongnes of my voice<br />the feet I use to walk.<br />It is you my love, my desires to laugh<br />the goodbye I don't know how to say<br />because I will be never able to live...<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;">....without you<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" >( you ) by shakira</span><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620504386170045761-6451816973914779359?l=yassminatalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Yassminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12296286251574924260noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620504386170045761.post-50684088422039226362009-01-24T13:55:00.000-08:002009-01-25T15:58:53.386-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7ohNMMmjYI/SXuRKIIL3KI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ORH4i4Jo7Vc/s1600-h/n696370326_4492502_4626.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294985390070684834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f7ohNMMmjYI/SXuRKIIL3KI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ORH4i4Jo7Vc/s400/n696370326_4492502_4626.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">When they entered my life<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">They knew where is my smile<br />They knew where to find my tears</span><span style="color:#330099;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">When they entered my life<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">they knew how to make up my life<br />and from where fill it up with</span><span style="color:#3366ff;"> misery<br /></div></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">when they entered my life</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">they taught me how to be strong and how to be weak they taught me how to stand up again and not look behind me<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">when they entered my life<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">I learned how to confined my crazy spirit<br />putting the mask of reason and logic , and drawing a yellow smile<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">when they entered my life<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">I knew that the time has come to leave the sand beach and the waves and speed up building forts and castles around me<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">when they entered my life<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">I was thinking that the papers is my best friend but by the time I lost the pens and my friend ,,, and it replaced by whispers and ears<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">when they entered my life<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">I started preparing my boxes to fill it with by their photos and memories but They leave my life taking the boxes and the memories leaving me suffering at the most difficult times<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">when they entered my life</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">I realized the meaning of love , tasted it pleasure , suffered from it bitterness<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">when they entered my life<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">they made me smile , they made me cry , they made me fall to pieces</div></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">when they entered my life</span> </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">they show me that this girl in the mirror has a lot of thoughts but they gone and I forgot who they are<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;">when they entered my life<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">I knew that someday they gone away some of them will say good bye</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">and the Others will cross by</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620504386170045761-5068408842203922636?l=yassminatalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Yassminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12296286251574924260noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620504386170045761.post-67096419896158532682008-11-03T10:56:00.000-08:002008-11-04T11:31:08.640-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7ohNMMmjYI/SQ9JquM8oqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/j_Go0e-HOAk/s1600-h/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264507487725068962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f7ohNMMmjYI/SQ9JquM8oqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/j_Go0e-HOAk/s400/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">When she was waiting and he didn't come<br />when people were walking around her<br />she looked between them wished if he show up<br />brought cigarettes to see the smoke flying ,,, and feel like he is here </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">listening alone to their song ,,, why he could 'nt be with her<br />looking to the time …. hoped if it could pass slowly<br />but she knew that the time has come to go</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">and it was stupid from her<br />to wait some one will never come<br />so she walked away under the rain …. making it wash her pain<br />when she was waiting and he didn't come .......it was raining and she was crying inside</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620504386170045761-6709641989615853268?l=yassminatalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Yassminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12296286251574924260noreply@blogger.com3