tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32301859473549768222024-03-14T04:50:29.956+01:00PS: I miss you...Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-53007667496395517802014-06-12T22:55:00.001+02:002014-06-12T22:55:58.580+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am here still standing. I am still waiting for you to come back and tell me that you have missed me all this time half of what I have missed you. I am silly, so silly. But the truth is that when you were left I really understood it. I loved you. All this time I'd loved you. You had me smiling whenever you sent me a message, you had me smiling whenever I saw you, you had me smiling always and I wasn't conscious of what was happening. It is true that nowadays it is a waste to say these words because what happened is now irreversible, it hurts to say it, it hurts to know it and it hurts to be aware that this is what I will have to deal with for a long time. Do you see the pain? It is consuming me, I need you, more than ever. I need you and I love you.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I dream about you kissing me when you obviously aren't, I see you when you aren't there, I seem to hear your voice when it's not, I think I've stopped loving you when I haven't.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I think that the worst was at the beginning but it hasn't ceased to be. It is true that I may have been thinking a little less about you lately but you are still on my mind. You always cloud one of my thoughts and I hate it.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I seem a little selfish if I say I want you, but I truly do.</span></i></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-38718002758625546962014-04-30T21:14:00.000+02:002014-05-02T12:40:39.139+02:00<h2 style="background-color: white; border: none; color: #111111; font-weight: 400; margin: 0px; min-height: 35px; outline: none; padding: 10px 0px 0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;">
<span style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">Cuando pierdes a alguien, alguien que quieres, cuando te rompen el corazón, es lo peor por lo que podrías pasar, y no importa cuando tiempo haya pasado, siempre permanece. Puedes llegar a pensar que lo has superado, pero entonces tienes un flashback, o escuchas una canción que te hace pensar en un recuerdo, y te sobreviene todo de golpe, otra vez, como una estaca en el corazón. Te desmoronas por milésima vez, y nada más deseas esconderte debajo de las piedras y nunca salir. Quieres a esta persona con todo tu corazón, aunque sabes que no deberías. Te hieren como nunca nadie ha hecho antes. Te robó la felicidad, pero aun así, aun le quieres, y solo a él. Otra gente llega a tu vida y te dan esperanzas de seguir adelante, pero sabes que no quieres. Te molesta la idea de que puedas llegar a salir adelante, porque prometiste que nunca lo harías. Y aunque él haya roto todas sus promesas, tu no quieres romper las tuyas. Encima de todo eso, estás asustada. Asustada de salir herida de nuevo. Pero no es que importe de todas maneras. Y al final del día sigues pensando en esa persona que te ha dejado completamente rota. No quieres hecharle más de menos. No quieres amarle nunca más, pero sabes que siempre lo harás.</span></span></h2>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-44859461061120252012014-04-30T20:51:00.001+02:002014-04-30T20:51:59.461+02:00<h2 style="background-color: white; border: none; color: #111111; margin: 0px; min-height: 35px; outline: none; padding: 10px 0px 0px; text-align: center; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 1px 1px 0px;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">When you lose someone, someone you love, when they break your heart, it's the hardest thing you could ever go through, and no matter how much time has passed, it never really goes away. You may think you're getting better, but then you get a flashback, or hear a song that reminds you of a memory, and it hits you all over again, all at once, like a stab in the chest. You fall apart for the hundreth time, and you feel like you just want to crawl under a rock and never come out. You love this person with all of your heart, even though you know you shouldn't. They hurt you worse than you've ever been hurt. They stole your happiness. But yet, you still want them, and only them. Other people come along and give you chances to move on, but you know you don't want to. It upsets you that you might be moving on, because you promised you never would. And even if they broke all of their promises, you want to keep yours. On top of that, you're terrified. Terrified of getting hurt again. But it's not like that matters anyway. At the end of the day you're still thinking about that person who has left you completely broken. You don't want to miss them anymore. You don't want to love them anymore, but you know you always will.</span></h2>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-18439178959808583072014-02-08T23:57:00.000+01:002014-02-08T23:57:45.965+01:00I like it and at the same time I dislike it,<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18.479999542236328px;"><i>Well, I like you, specially when you smile at me, when you wink at me, when you make me laugh, when you look at me and I dont even notice, when I get butterflies, when I really don't like something you do and you just stop doing it just to please me, when you make me blush, when you know I'm cold and you lend me your jacket, you even like me when you pester me.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18.479999542236328px;"><i>But at the same time I dislike you, when you make me cry, when you make me suffer, when I expect so much from you but nothing ever happens, when you doesn't kiss me even though I wish for it, when you make me angry, when we shout at eachother but above all I really dislike when we don't talk.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 18.479999542236328px;"><i>If you realise, I adore the love and I despise the hate, but if we think about it, between hot and cold tea there's just some minutes of difference, so between love and hate there's the same.</i></span></span></div>
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Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-59457781984441544002014-02-08T23:04:00.002+01:002014-02-08T23:04:40.667+01:00Me agrada y a la vez desagrada.<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cómo puede ser, me lo pregunto diariamente pero nunca obtengo una respuesta racional.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Aunque tengo claro que el té me gusta caliente pero me desagrada frío. Hablamos de lo mismo, simplemente en diferentes formas.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pues bien, me gustas, aunque especialmente cuando me sonríes, cuando me guiñas el ojo, cuando me haces reír, cuando me miras y no soy consciente, cuando me haces sentir mariposas, cuando sabes que algo no me gusta y lo dejas de hacer solo para complacerme, cuando me haces sonrojar, cuando sabes que tengo frío y me prestas tu chaqueta, incluso me gustas cuando me chinchas. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pero a la vez me desagradas cuando me haces llorar, cuando me haces sufrir, cuando espero demasiado de ti y nunca ocurre nada, cuando no me besas a pesar de que lo desee, cuando me haces enfadar, cuando nos gritamos pero sobretodo no me gusta que no nos hablemos. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Si te das cuanta, adoro el amor y desprecio el odio, pero si reflexionamos, entre el té caliente y el frío encontramos solo unos minutos de diferencia, pues entre el amor y el odio lo mismo. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Y si algo tengo claro es que no me gusta el té recalentado, es más, lo desprecio, el sabor ya no es el mismo y te preguntas cómo dejaste que se enfriase.</span></i></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-683212650303513112013-09-09T16:32:00.002+02:002013-09-09T16:32:37.212+02:00<div style="text-align: left;">
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">-How do you know when it's over?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">-Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories that with the person standing in front of you.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>He had those moments, but it was rare, I'm starting to wonder if they were even real. Sometimes I just think it was nothing but a dream; all the good things, you know? It doesn't really feel good when you realize you can't do anything fot the person you love the most. It's devasting. I was so naive to believe there was something I coulds actually do for him. Well, all I did was fall, and fall really hard for him. I lost my time, my sleep, my mind, my rationality, and for what? </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Nothing but a few drinks and laughs along the night, followed by a quick apology and footsteps running out the door.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Tubo esos momentos, pero fue raro, me estoy empezando a preguntar si fueron reales. A veces creo que fue solamente un sueño; todas la buenas cosas, sabes? No sienta realmente bien cuando te das cuenta de que no puedes hacer nada por la persona que realmente quieres. Es devastador. Fui tan ingenua al creer que había algo que podía hacer por él. Bueno, todo lo que hice fue enamorarme, enamorarme profundamente de él. Perdí mi tiempo, mi sueño, mi mente, mi irracionalidad, y para que?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Nada más que unas cuantas bebidas y risas a lo largo de la noche, seguido de una disculpa rápida y unos pasos saliendo por la puerta.)</i></span></div>
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<br />Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-88140990679299606262013-08-12T22:51:00.001+02:002013-08-12T22:51:24.767+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I was so in love. Do you know what I'm talking about? The kind of love where the sun could shine or not shine all day long and you wouldn't care. The kind of love that makes you jump in the pool in December. The kind of love that makes you want to dance in the rain.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Estaba muy enamorada. Sabes de lo que hablo? La clase de amor donde el sol podía brillar o no brillar en todo el día y que no te importara. La clase de amor que te hace saltar a la piscina en diciembre. La clase de amor que te hace querer bailar bajo la lluvia.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-75452346675995193292013-06-06T18:41:00.001+02:002013-06-06T18:41:17.719+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>You knew that by that time was when i need you the most. You didn't care, not at all, because you didn't love me as I loved you. Maybe I knew it from the start but I pretended not to cause I was blinded by the love. Now I'm not blind but heartbroken. I know, It has been almost two years but love is never destroyed inside us, it's just changed of splace in our memories.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Sabías que en ese momento era cuando te necesitaba más. No te importó, en absoluto, porque tu no me querías tanto como yo te quería. A lo mejor lo sabía desde el principio pero pretendí que no porque estaba cegada por el amor. Ahora no estoy ciega sino con el corazón roto. Lo sé, han sido casi dos años pero el amor no es nunca destruido dentro de nosotros, solo lo cambiamos de lugar en nuestra memoria.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-68829823135230091832013-05-26T18:53:00.001+02:002013-05-26T18:53:57.485+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-86357595431749313892013-05-26T18:42:00.000+02:002013-05-26T18:42:19.844+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>My world it's upside down. I'm losing myself trying to compete with everyone else instead of just being me. I don't know were to turn. I need to change my ways instead of being weak. I need to feel beautiful today because everyone is perfect in inusual ways. I don't wanna be afraid, and know that i'm okay, I just wanna believe in me.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Mi mundo esta patas hacia arriba. Me estoy perdiendo a mi misma intentando de competir con los demás en lugar de ser yo misma. No sé en lo que me convertí. Necesito cambiar mis maneras y no ser tan débil. Necesito sentirme guapa hoy porque todo el mundo es perfecto de modos inusuales. No quiero estar asustada, y saber que estoy bien, solo quiero confiar en mi.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-89214383687048673972013-05-26T18:30:00.003+02:002013-05-26T18:30:31.796+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I fell in love with you. I thought you loved me too. But then things started to fall apart, I was wrong and with a broken heart.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Me enamoré de ti. Pensé que tu también me querías. Pero entonces las cosas empezaron a desmoronarse, estaba equivocada y con un corazón roto.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-80358146934488155782013-05-26T18:27:00.002+02:002013-05-26T18:27:10.490+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I can't fall asleep without telling you that you make me very happy. Even though it sounds a little cheesy. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I adore you. Even though it sounds fanatic. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>And I don't wanna that this ends, ever. Even though it sounds like a dreamer. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I love you. Even though it sounds premature. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(No puedo dormir sin decirte que me haces muy feliz. Aunque suene cursi. Te adoro. Aunque suene fanática. Y no quiero que esto se acabe nunca. Aunque suene soñadora. Te amo. Aunque suene prematuro.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-11679011423292751212013-05-26T00:50:00.000+02:002013-05-26T00:51:12.015+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>I quickly fell in love with the way he called my name, with his voice, it was raspy and husky, the way he looked at me, just by a look he knew what I felt or thought, the way his hands fit with mine like if we were meant to be, how my t-shirts smelt at him, and how i loved to wear his t-shirts as a pajama. Also how he knew to cheer me up, or the way he whispered songs into my ear before falling asleep. How I wake up and our legs were entwined. But most of all I loved when I fell asleep in his lap while I was watching the telly and next morning i woke up in my bed. How contagious was his laugh, and how we end up crying after we had been laughing so much. I loved when he held me in his embrace and how warm and safe I felt. The way he fooled me before kissing me, playing with my lips and biting them. Of course, his kisses had me deeply in love, and how weak he made me feel by kissing my neck. How insecure he was when I was not next to him, or the way he flushed when I talked about him in public. But most of all I loved the way you loved me. Now there's nothing left apart from bitter memories. I have sworn myself that I will burn all our pic because they make me feel sad and doesn't let me forget you. We had it all and we didn't have nothing.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Me enamoré rápidamente del modo en que decía mi nombre, con su voz áspera y ronca, el modo en el que él me miraba, y solo con una mirada ya sabía lo que sentía o pensaba, el modo en que sus manos encajaban con las mías como si estuviéramos destinados a estar juntos, como mis camisetas olían a él, y como me gustaba llevar sus camisetas como pijama.También como sabía animarme, o el modo en el que susurraba canciones en mi oído antes de dormirme. Como me despertaba y nuestras piernas estaban entrelazadas. Pero sobretodo me encantaba cuando me dormía en su regazo mientras miraba la televisión y a la mañana siguiente me despertaba en la cama. Lo contagiosa que era su risa, y como acabábamos llorando después de haber estado riendo tanto. Me encantaba cuando me sujetaba en sus brazos y lo cálida y segura que me hacía sentir. El modo en que me engañaba antes de besarme, jugando con mis labios y mordiéndolos. Por supuesto que sus besos me tenían profundamente enamorada, y lo débil que me hacía sentir cuando besaba mi cuello. Lo inseguro que era cuando no estaba a su lado o como se sonrojaba cuando hablaba de él en público. </i></span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Pero por encima de todo, me encantaba el modo en el que me amabas. Ahora no queda nada de eso aparte de amargos recuerdos. Me he jurado a mí misma que quemaré todas nuestras fotos porque me hacen sentir triste y no me dejan olvidarte. Lo tubimos todo y no tubimos nada.</i></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-13789639523622984432013-05-25T17:07:00.004+02:002013-05-25T17:07:59.941+02:00<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(El fin de la noche ha llegado, no se pero nunca me había sentido así, y mientras camino hacia la puerta, todo dentro de mí esta chillando lo contrario. Así que si me dices que quieres que me quede, cariño, definitivamente cambiaré de opinión. Porque esta vez no quiero sentir que estoy huyendo.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-51361809437133532172013-05-25T16:52:00.001+02:002013-05-25T16:52:16.381+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;">(Cada minuto es como nuestro último así que, vayamos a tomarlo verdaderamente despacio.)</i></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-14783690409052783662013-05-25T16:48:00.001+02:002013-05-25T16:48:07.622+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Is it in my dreams where I'm truly happy, they can make me smile when you kiss me. So, why don't you change that and make me happy in real life? </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Es en mis sueños donde soy verdaderamente feliz, pueden hacerme sonreír cuando tu me besas. Así que, porque no cambias eso y me haces feliz en la vida real?)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-68816745795045390562013-05-12T00:10:00.000+02:002013-05-12T00:10:03.798+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">I just wanna lay down, close my eyes and dream about you. It's the closest I would ever be again from you. We had our time but we wasted, we were young, in our teens, we didn't think, we just wanted to have fun, now we regret everything. If there was just a proof to show you I really love you after this whole time, I would , trust me. I feel hurt, I see how happy you're now and I wonder why it's me the one who can't get over it.</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Solo quiero estirarme, cerrar los ojos y soñarte. Es lo más cerca que estaré de ti. Tuvimos nuestra hora pero la malgastamos, eramos jóvenes, en nuestra adolescencia, no pensábamos, solo quisimos divertirnos, ahora me arrepiento de todo. Si solo hubiera una prueba para demostrarte que de verdad te quiero después de todo este tiempo, créeme lo haría, te lo demostraría. Me siento herida, veo lo feliz que eres ahora y me pregunto porque soy la única que no lo puede superar.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-37617743564208785782013-04-30T22:38:00.001+02:002013-04-30T22:38:08.883+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>The stars wouldn't shine without darkness.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Las estrellas no brillarían sin la oscuridad.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-4718679335160877202013-04-21T11:47:00.001+02:002013-04-21T11:47:43.305+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>But he not only made me stronger, he made me weaker as well.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Pero no sólo me hizo más fuerte, me hizo más débil también.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-86564150724034548422013-04-21T11:32:00.002+02:002013-04-21T11:32:35.583+02:00<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>The eyes are the key to decipher the soul, it's the very place where no lies exist, because no matter how much you want to hide it, your eyes always reveal your true feelings if the right person is looking into them.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Los ojos son la clave para descifrar el alma, es el único lugar donde las mentiras no existen, no importa cuanto quieras esconderlo, tus ojos siempre revelan tus verdaderos sentimientos si la persona adecuada esta mirando en ellos.)</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-81288020482233616752013-04-16T19:15:00.003+02:002013-04-16T19:15:37.529+02:00<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Can we please last forever?</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(Podemos por favor durar para siempre?)</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>It is what it is - Lifehouse</i></span></div>
Nuria Gomezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07745046905037079812noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230185947354976822.post-26217958624501464792013-03-29T23:34:00.003+01:002013-03-29T23:34:52.606+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>I want you to look at me, but then I turn my head everytime you do.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>(Quiero que me mires, pero luego giro la cabeza cada vez que lo haces.)</i></span></div>
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