tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56860986349753124592024-03-12T21:34:24.918-07:00light shadowLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-27920553230808168472011-03-04T08:24:00.001-08:002011-03-04T08:24:40.707-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/BHGaW8lBlSk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-2662593304045688822011-02-10T13:52:00.000-08:002011-02-10T13:52:36.586-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YZQ3NUCQfw1TO60LnJH2Gd1Tc-jVYBM9aRZYk9ghUKN0KKjvWLUpL45KAFb2-YrCiB3tQ9-YPQwfu_-sa4A_cPsFw68DKu4dyUvUdvrWYlpg4WCFHOIhxPUNVGtNzPoQ4znp2IP4gqY/s1600/grap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YZQ3NUCQfw1TO60LnJH2Gd1Tc-jVYBM9aRZYk9ghUKN0KKjvWLUpL45KAFb2-YrCiB3tQ9-YPQwfu_-sa4A_cPsFw68DKu4dyUvUdvrWYlpg4WCFHOIhxPUNVGtNzPoQ4znp2IP4gqY/s320/grap.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>- Es tener la sensación de que siempre hay algo en medio<br />
- ¿En medio de qué?<br />
- De lo que quieroLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-56988172603231610902011-02-10T12:49:00.000-08:002011-02-10T12:49:46.557-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggS-AFu_NZpyTQAn3rRhLqPL7bylAPK7rIuT5UsyDSUUQ5GDoc_KDsawSZXw3zrBZf-vhx-4F2Xj9S1ZSklKLGrHSvkTusMhcN09SELAeUjeMLhE3g_Bgq5DcMdRdmsArT4d6jWvewOY/s1600/rai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggS-AFu_NZpyTQAn3rRhLqPL7bylAPK7rIuT5UsyDSUUQ5GDoc_KDsawSZXw3zrBZf-vhx-4F2Xj9S1ZSklKLGrHSvkTusMhcN09SELAeUjeMLhE3g_Bgq5DcMdRdmsArT4d6jWvewOY/s320/rai.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>'son tiempos difíciles para los soñadores'Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-1252139663500479632011-02-10T12:19:00.000-08:002011-02-10T12:19:18.784-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRRyiUhrVEGJrL7czNeu7zsY1GgUwVzIaWOmgJqQG9rZ0iePFELJHLW-MeEu6viZkhAGGUO4iyGirQX-Zt-DED4TYPTb-A_TDxSXjC2atMwxnRZy0bg7ofPOjChOBssiBlJ25mR6lb_8/s1600/efectos-foto-photoshop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRRyiUhrVEGJrL7czNeu7zsY1GgUwVzIaWOmgJqQG9rZ0iePFELJHLW-MeEu6viZkhAGGUO4iyGirQX-Zt-DED4TYPTb-A_TDxSXjC2atMwxnRZy0bg7ofPOjChOBssiBlJ25mR6lb_8/s320/efectos-foto-photoshop.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote>Ser bueno hoy en día es ser tomado por bobo, ser justo... por imbécil, tener moral y honor... es ser retrógrada... y tener compasión es tan solo de débiles. Pero entonces que le voy a hacer si resulta que soy: Bobo, Imbécil, Retrograda y Débil... es que casi lo prefiero, lo contrario sería haber caído en un individualismo estúpido que no lleva a más que la soledad.</blockquote>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-61278074361873921402011-02-10T06:57:00.000-08:002011-02-10T06:57:03.281-08:00<a href="http://sp6.fotolog.com/photo/22/39/94/caaliifoorniiaaa/1295898529158_f.jpg">http://sp6.fotolog.com/photo/22/39/94/caaliifoorniiaaa/1295898529158_f.jpg</a><br />
<strong>please b*tch, i'm a unicorn.</strong>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-53818155977129633512011-02-10T06:39:00.001-08:002011-02-10T06:39:40.483-08:00<a href="http://www.themetranslation.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/London.jpg">http://www.themetranslation.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/London.jpg</a>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-74287932365164965602011-02-06T04:22:00.000-08:002011-02-06T04:22:06.376-08:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrW30ErXmQF2qhoep-62tLW75_aDySjb0a29u0OHtMv2ZleSo8bkxcYaofPz3rIw9mchqbesLeIY_UFReXXAxkQaFG4ik8G5GKgde3pHlRZAilinDLT0o3gdz3P9p-xtfPb2ExjEMC0s/s1600/ls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrW30ErXmQF2qhoep-62tLW75_aDySjb0a29u0OHtMv2ZleSo8bkxcYaofPz3rIw9mchqbesLeIY_UFReXXAxkQaFG4ik8G5GKgde3pHlRZAilinDLT0o3gdz3P9p-xtfPb2ExjEMC0s/s320/ls.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>BrooklynLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-78138409899363606862010-12-28T14:09:00.001-08:002010-12-28T14:09:57.943-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/Xb2jGv_6BOM/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xb2jGv_6BOM&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xb2jGv_6BOM&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-67604375815840924442010-08-30T13:05:00.000-07:002010-08-30T13:05:37.961-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTDz1Mmg3gBpIE77AOnT7vRj9dLkMFJBijNOC-iTBtyigEGa8Rlh1fPRT41MlO114bIyDE-6zAIEjQeb65Sye-OefymSAg-fOjRRUr6mOy_lOo6LJswMfJiI-ZLPrRlU8vbLzPDMmDMA/s1600/own.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTDz1Mmg3gBpIE77AOnT7vRj9dLkMFJBijNOC-iTBtyigEGa8Rlh1fPRT41MlO114bIyDE-6zAIEjQeb65Sye-OefymSAg-fOjRRUr6mOy_lOo6LJswMfJiI-ZLPrRlU8vbLzPDMmDMA/s400/own.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">when you try.</div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-2347607296520641482010-08-29T07:35:00.000-07:002010-08-29T07:35:05.248-07:00el precio de mi felicidad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXTvrOTRvU82-OkqJSFan0q9OeKQX8DGVUgYkiKJN6gScj1RLTRXYwBoIBkMxrE64UcR3be3CXWSrC2HWu9GkEUoQex-KQJYeIjPtOzalSxKumNsyzzCHnBjD_rkr8WmKee8sq4sXfuU/s1600/whi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXTvrOTRvU82-OkqJSFan0q9OeKQX8DGVUgYkiKJN6gScj1RLTRXYwBoIBkMxrE64UcR3be3CXWSrC2HWu9GkEUoQex-KQJYeIjPtOzalSxKumNsyzzCHnBjD_rkr8WmKee8sq4sXfuU/s320/whi.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Los obstáculos que nos presenta la vida nos hacen abrir los ojos, y darnos cuenta de los límites que existen y de las barreras que se interponen entre aquellos deseos que propaga nuestro corazón. Desgraciadamente parece que las peores situaciones son aquellas que nos hacen fuertes, y que nos hacen madurar a medida que el tiempo pasa. Quizá no sepa mucho de muchos temas, pero la vida me ha (y está) enseñado lecciones que me han hecho cambiar y valorar aquello que realmente importa. Porque una cosa tengo clara; si me caigo siete veces, serán ocho las que me levante.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686098634975312459.post-28322315062979947302010-08-29T07:23:00.001-07:002010-08-29T07:23:25.892-07:00Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15836220785108227547noreply@blogger.com0