tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79052629607575943512011-04-21T17:21:44.341-07:00Simplemente es la canción que más se repite en el reproductor de Window Media Player, en el mp3 y en mi boca. O me gusta y punto.Cualquier weá en verdá.Camila Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379607513316965225noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905262960757594351.post-22871626348451579742009-03-21T19:19:00.000-07:002009-04-23T17:29:33.637-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-86aa54ed0735307b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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dos<br /><br />Quizás fue en la mañana<br />en que vendados los dos<br />Descubrimos cómo eran las cosas<br />Y sin abrir los ojos nos tele transportamos<br />A donde desearíamos estar<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Entonces deshaz el hechizo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> que me obliga a arrastrarme</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Entre Guinea y tu sabana</span><br />Nuestra sociedad no ayuda mucho<br />Mientras la pasas bien, yo lucho<br /><br />Quizás fue en la mañana<br />en que vendados los dos<br />Descubrimos cómo eran las cosas<br />Y sin abrir los ojos nos teletransportamos<br />A donde desearíamos estar<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pero también lo siento</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Que sólo es un momento</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Que talvezdeberíamos pasar</span><br /><br />Quizás fue en la mañana<br />en que vendados los dos<br />Descubrimos cómo eran las cosas<br />Y sin abrir los ojos nos tele transportamos<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A donde desearíamos estar </span></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905262960757594351-2287162634845157974?l=entreloslibrosdelabuenamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Camila Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379607513316965225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905262960757594351.post-6692035457402076832009-02-17T18:04:00.000-08:002009-02-17T18:29:19.638-08:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94b79ecf93baf689" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379607513316965225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905262960757594351.post-4734807957128309412009-02-13T17:39:00.000-08:002009-02-13T19:17:35.847-08:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a028ef35ba13501" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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arial;font-size:85%;" > Esas noches de calor</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Llenas de ansiedad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Sofocado por el sueño y la presión</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Busco un cuerpo para amar,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > La distancia va perdiendo su espesor,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Pronta entrega por favor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Me puedo estimular</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Con música y alcohol,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Pero me excito más</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Cuando es con vos</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Siento todo irreal.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Cuando es con vos</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > Siento todo irreal.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905262960757594351-473480795712830941?l=entreloslibrosdelabuenamemoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Camila Pazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13379607513316965225noreply@blogger.com1