tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39237672611761222322024-03-13T02:35:16.124-07:00Fruta SuicidaLadyStrawberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07749434582475169900noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923767261176122232.post-62214591452037552952009-07-01T12:54:00.000-07:002009-07-01T13:02:56.917-07:00THAT'S IT!<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, sometimes a song gets to touch your heart, sometimes you just relate to it....but sometimes it's like that song narrates what your heart can't express...what you feel ,more than you could ever admit...<br /><br />"Iris - Goo Goo Dolls."<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >And I'd give up forever to touch you </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Cause I know that you feel me somehow </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >And I don't want to go home right now </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >And all I can taste is this moment </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >And all I can breathe is your life </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Cause sooner or later it's over </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I just don't want to miss you tonight </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >And I don't want the world to see me </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Cause I don't think that they'd understand </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >When everything's made to be broken </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I just want you to know who I am </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Or the moment of truth in your lies </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >When everything seems like the movies </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Yeah you bleed just to know your alive </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >And I don't want the world to see me </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Cause I don't think that they'd understand </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >When everything's made to be broken </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I just want you to know who I am </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I don't want the world to see me </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Cause I don't think that they'd understand </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >When everything's made to be broken </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I just want you to know who I am </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I just want you to know who I am </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I just want you to know who I am </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I just want you to know who I am </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I just want you to know who I am</span></span> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />...YOU'RE THE CLOSEST TO HEAVEN THAT I'LL EVER BE...<br /><br /><br />LadyStrawberry<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span>LadyStrawberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07749434582475169900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923767261176122232.post-21477562566992050792009-04-26T12:12:00.000-07:002009-04-29T04:52:49.598-07:00but most of all...<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">You say I'm like a butterfly...<br />You say you don't want to frustrate my innoncent flying by showing me your dark side...<br />Well, it's time for me to say...<br /><br />you're not that DARK...i'm not that INNOCENT<br />you're not that WEIRD...i'm not that COMMON<br />you're not that WISE...i'm not that PREDICTABLE<br />you're not that OLD...i'm not that YOUNG<br />you're not that CORRUPTED...i'm not that CLEAN<br />you're not that COMPLICATED...i'm not that SIMPLE<br />you're not that LONELY...i'm not that FRIENDLY<br />you're not that SURE...i'm not that INSECURE<br />but most of all...<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">you're not that STRONG...i'm not that WEAK<br /><br />So don't be afraid of frustrating my innocent flying, I can handle it...I need to handle it, I need you to trust me that part of you..I can understand whatever it may be, I can help, it doesn't matter whatever I have to do, whatever you need me to do, I want to do it, I need to do it...<br />Someday, somewhere I heard someone say "love is giving someone the power to destroy you, and trust them not to"...Well, there's no way I will use my knowledge of your dark side, your deepest feelings and thoughts to destroy you, it will just make you stronger...Two minds can figure it out better than one, two hearts can stand the pain better than one, two bodies can erase the bruises better than one, four eyes can foresee the dark ahead better than two, four hands can handle it better than two, four legs can run faster than two, four arms can warm up better than two, but most of all...<br />Two minds can dream better than one, two hearts can love better than one, two bodies can feel each other better than one, four eyes can stare the beauty of everything better than two, four hands can touch the sky better than two, four legs can be entwined better than two, four arms can embrace better than two...<br />So I want to be, I need to be, your other mind, your other heart, your other body, your other eyes, your other hands, your other legs and your other arms in both ways, both dark and bright...I can't be this in just one way...<br />So don't be afraid of frustrating my innocent flying, you will not break me, I know there's no way we can know it, but I know where I am getting myself into, and I also know I've been worse trust me, but most of all...I know that your love lifts me up way more than your pain can bring me down...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicnvcHwdQiAfU75DRGlv3HEaVbQ8f7p9FJrsYYssWyU44z339nzseWR1L4zdOLpCMDnmdrQmS2rmey2msQi2e_-OlpRSaI4GIGRe2kbmukUdBl305KxH81ixWzE1IgLYSSVQLTFYxNdT0/s1600-h/DSCN2968.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicnvcHwdQiAfU75DRGlv3HEaVbQ8f7p9FJrsYYssWyU44z339nzseWR1L4zdOLpCMDnmdrQmS2rmey2msQi2e_-OlpRSaI4GIGRe2kbmukUdBl305KxH81ixWzE1IgLYSSVQLTFYxNdT0/s400/DSCN2968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329091824335865906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I LOVE YOU</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> LadyStrawberry</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span>LadyStrawberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07749434582475169900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923767261176122232.post-10964373393887352632009-04-10T11:10:00.000-07:002009-04-10T11:28:23.731-07:00Fruits Envy Happyness.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNhQHmHSsqxFkB7X_Ha-Zj1mv5kIC_SJFN66vzbFEczUzOyPkymX_uxTG1O5LQKzX_8M6X7iYuWhiG6_qld6mG-OCQpkfhltLZalOSP49fyGDGO6DKUhreCy4m4p5rLZEuabRVgCkRQ8/s1600-h/DSCN2707.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNhQHmHSsqxFkB7X_Ha-Zj1mv5kIC_SJFN66vzbFEczUzOyPkymX_uxTG1O5LQKzX_8M6X7iYuWhiG6_qld6mG-OCQpkfhltLZalOSP49fyGDGO6DKUhreCy4m4p5rLZEuabRVgCkRQ8/s400/DSCN2707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323127528748586978" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />There are several things you think when you look at the sexiest guy you've ever<br />seen in your whole life like saying "come and get me" and he looks back with the same thought in his mind,<br />so clear, you can almost read it in his eyes..."Why don't you come closer? What are you waiting for?<br />Why don't you kiss me?....kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me....."<br /><br />There are several things you think when you find </span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">out that the sexiest guy you've ever seen in your</span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcDiQqpdff15Q5EJSs73MMEHUVwCw5D7cHexiYJQOLQg2dC0qUrKmzHLLZ6xj5ZTUp1NRGW0_8Gk52oVzmZ8Gl0A6uq0hxeyRmSa9L61NhYbziU4_Bn6d7AC-3sJR4cEaVYOupXrJQ0A/s1600-h/DSCN2703.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcDiQqpdff15Q5EJSs73MMEHUVwCw5D7cHexiYJQOLQg2dC0qUrKmzHLLZ6xj5ZTUp1NRGW0_8Gk52oVzmZ8Gl0A6uq0hxeyRmSa9L61NhYbziU4_Bn6d7AC-3sJR4cEaVYOupXrJQ0A/s400/DSCN2703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323129100673232690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">whole life turns out to be your other half, turns out to be the one that completes you, that fits perfectly,<br />When you start to feel that it is more than sexual tension..."Where have you been in the last 16 years?<br />This my chance, I want you to be mine....BUT he's just way too much, way too perfect,<br />way too cool, way too atractive, way too sexy...He's so unique that it actually seems he's forbidden for me..."<br /><br />There are several things you think when the </span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpuJh7TsqPp5Urdlf8gmy0WhZxDfiwqCMFVREZNpid4AIup6HV9GJzDNZRjcT6c5559f0ITgBvF7whDkSJopc-PnDujE7YlGq-9g4GNcR6qMHk2IN1tYSBL2Nr2vRYVFNFXZvz5bfr_0/s1600-h/DSCN2713.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpuJh7TsqPp5Urdlf8gmy0WhZxDfiwqCMFVREZNpid4AIup6HV9GJzDNZRjcT6c5559f0ITgBvF7whDkSJopc-PnDujE7YlGq-9g4GNcR6qMHk2IN1tYSBL2Nr2vRYVFNFXZvz5bfr_0/s400/DSCN2713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323129301819810066" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">sexiest man you've ever seen in your whole life says you're<br />beautiful, unique, sexy and loves you back..."Is this really happening? Why is it happening this fast?<br />I can't believe this moment is happening...I want this to last forever...But do I really deserve him?<br />I know I won't hurt him, it will never cross my mind, and after all the hurt i've been through it may seem<br />crazy, but i trust him, i trust him to be his, and i know he won't hurt me...This could be just perfect...He makes me happy and<br />i make him happy too...Let's just give it a chance, it could totally work out".<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">BUT, there is only<br />one thing you think when the sexiest guy you've ever seen in your whole life</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">kisses you in the most intense way no one ever has... <br /></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgzFEOBLni1Om11_gGieP27Y_lTOKebLjdr4IYkgaAqY5in3Xa68F3Pwpt0YNMrVzkaxThFaDApKtzeobfvYoYNiZiGfoqLlXQhAx9E39BUG_OqHh62ASAsswBdjPvHs1-7G0t40_AkE/s1600-h/DSCN2706.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgzFEOBLni1Om11_gGieP27Y_lTOKebLjdr4IYkgaAqY5in3Xa68F3Pwpt0YNMrVzkaxThFaDApKtzeobfvYoYNiZiGfoqLlXQhAx9E39BUG_OqHh62ASAsswBdjPvHs1-7G0t40_AkE/s400/DSCN2706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323129926540368418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">"The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest..."</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> LadyStawberry</span></span></span>LadyStrawberryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07749434582475169900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923767261176122232.post-66919502070743066442009-03-31T16:04:00.002-07:002009-03-31T16:16:58.428-07:00El arbol<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3402252579_586ba3fb6e_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 1256px; height: 729px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3402252579_586ba3fb6e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Verdugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12168918935110406085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923767261176122232.post-91781484434644321232009-03-24T11:06:00.000-07:002009-03-24T11:21:11.956-07:00"Introinducción"Saludos todos y bienvenidos a la apertura de este nuestro blog. Para que quede claro, los integrantes y administradores somos Verdugo Vudú y Lady Girl. Cualquier sugerencia que tengáis, critica, alabanza o escarnio podéis transmitirnoslo a la dirección de correo que hay en la comuna de la izquierda.<br />Bien. El origen de este loco blog es el de entretener. Si, es tan sencillo como eso. Aquí colgaremos nuestras divagaciones literarias, nuestras obras pictórias, fotografías, noticias de interés, cocina, magia, arte, arquitectura, moda etc.<br />Durante el tiempo que duremos vamos a ir dando cambios a este nuestro blog. Lo iremos mejorando poco a poco de forma que quede a gusto del lector. Pondremos buena música de fondo y slideshows con fotografías interesantes. Asimísmo, cada semana pondremos una barra de video con cosas de interés y puede que hasta algún juego.<br />Muchas gracias por vuestro interés. Este blog queda oficialmente abierto.<br />Gracias<br /><br />El verdugo y Lady Girl<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://biboz.net/humor/suicidio.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 411px;" src="http://biboz.net/humor/suicidio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Verdugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12168918935110406085noreply@blogger.com0