tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34709240029220036172024-02-07T11:20:09.031-08:00Ash AbercrombieAsh Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-9647894598058061662012-04-29T06:32:00.002-07:002012-04-29T06:32:56.346-07:00Esperar o huír<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A veces conoces a alguien y tienes la esperanza de enamorarte de esa persona, pero todos sabemos que eso es algo que no se puede controlar, no puedes obligar a tu corazón a sentir algo.<br />
Entonces piensas en si realmente lo que estás es entumecido y ya no podrás enamorarte de alguien jamás...<br />
¿Qué debes hacer entonces? ¿Esperar con esa persona a la que aprecias o no estar con nadie buscando volver a amar de nuevo?<br />
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<br /></div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-7568729328572691252012-03-02T11:42:00.000-08:002012-03-02T11:42:56.067-08:00Cuando más feliz aparentaba ser, más rota estaba por dentro.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0U1gmF0OlEURFDnp9TUVguiL36-b6_HZxhTodR6PNEFM5cTQfARngKxrsCpjS6ASpKQuCJasgrsdufEcLOx7fIT2wdbq19awOeYwjMfkCFUhxSciVOLReUDGpOfKMZs_dtZmnU8IvLFtL/s1600/tumblr_lic5heEiri1qc3oouo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0U1gmF0OlEURFDnp9TUVguiL36-b6_HZxhTodR6PNEFM5cTQfARngKxrsCpjS6ASpKQuCJasgrsdufEcLOx7fIT2wdbq19awOeYwjMfkCFUhxSciVOLReUDGpOfKMZs_dtZmnU8IvLFtL/s320/tumblr_lic5heEiri1qc3oouo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-76151800347577768912012-01-29T12:39:00.001-08:002012-01-29T12:39:48.827-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A veces te crees que te has vuelto completamente insensible, pero aún así eres capaz de<b> llorar de rabia</b>.</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-83164327217879496962012-01-07T03:00:00.000-08:002012-01-07T03:02:37.400-08:00Al límite del amor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdMYELMb4v1LDqYeCWjZKUFk312zztw6S5rhOnucDWWruzbtP_pTs_5mkmKbQbiuG31KclP-am3o9DXyc8hgjsQxwSYqQtYDfN6JnjGVbYqlp4QmPrgW5ZamEQFCcXlGC_xzgoyUTJGcR/s1600/the+edge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdMYELMb4v1LDqYeCWjZKUFk312zztw6S5rhOnucDWWruzbtP_pTs_5mkmKbQbiuG31KclP-am3o9DXyc8hgjsQxwSYqQtYDfN6JnjGVbYqlp4QmPrgW5ZamEQFCcXlGC_xzgoyUTJGcR/s320/the+edge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">De los suspiros algo nace</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">que no es la pena, porque la he abatido</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">antes de la agonía; el espíritu crece</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">olvida y llora:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">algo nace, se prueba y sabe bueno,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">todo no podía ser desilusión:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">tiene que haber, Dios sea loado, una certeza,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">si no de bien amar, al menos de no amar,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">y esto es verdadero luego de la derrota permanente.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Después de esa lucha que los más débiles conocen.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">hay algo más que muerte;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">olvida los grandes sufrimientos o seca las heridas,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">él sufrirá por mucho tiempo</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">porque no se arrepiente de abandonar una mujer que espera</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">por su soldado sucio con saliva de palabras</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">que derraman una sangre tan ácida.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Si eso bastase, bastaría para calmar el sufrimiento,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">arrepentirse cuando se ha consumido</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">el gozo que en el sol me hizo feliz,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">qué feliz fui mientras duró el gozar,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">si bastara la vaguedad y las mentiras dulces fueran suficiente,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">las frases huecas podrían soportar todo el sufrimiento</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">y curarme de males.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Si eso bastase: hueso, sangre y nervio,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">la mente retorcida, el lomo claramente formado,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">que busca a tientas la sustancia bajo el plato del perro,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">el hombre debería curarse de su mal.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Pues todo lo que existe para dar yo lo ofrezco:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">unas migas, un granero y un cabestro.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dylan Thomas</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word;"><br />
</div></div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-39172271728452314932011-12-06T12:38:00.000-08:002011-12-06T12:38:21.939-08:00¿Compensa sufrir a cambio de algún momento de felicidad?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Es muy fácil huir de las cosas que nos asustan, negar a tu corazón lo que este desea porque sabes que saldrás herido. A veces me pregunto si merece la pena acabar sufriendo por los momentos que fueron buenos y te hicieron feliz. Pero ¿compensa sufrir a cambio algún momento de felicidad? ¿Compensa pasarlo mal por los buenos recuerdos?<div>Supongo que cada uno tendrá una respuesta propia o quizás las respuestas vayan cambiando según el momento.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXwwU8jSts_1nSjFLCtNcmsTZcIey37lgT26g_YR-tqaWS7TGMx-q-rEEMhtvYp-M0LQ6uPxPMvfK02wE9-ZUxCXzXEthCE6elPlf5iahWvcvQKQx1d4Q_Lt0XmYHBHK2lAz_6tyqahel/s1600/foto.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXwwU8jSts_1nSjFLCtNcmsTZcIey37lgT26g_YR-tqaWS7TGMx-q-rEEMhtvYp-M0LQ6uPxPMvfK02wE9-ZUxCXzXEthCE6elPlf5iahWvcvQKQx1d4Q_Lt0XmYHBHK2lAz_6tyqahel/s320/foto.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br />
</div></div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-33855223984452081092011-11-14T13:30:00.000-08:002011-11-14T13:30:44.699-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: sans-serif, Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">And in another life</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: sans-serif, Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: sans-serif, Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-center;">I would make you stay.</span><br />
<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://1.gvt0.com/vi/Ahha3Cqe_fk/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahha3Cqe_fk&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahha3Cqe_fk&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: sans-serif, Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-center;"><br />
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</div></div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-29318007695884436092011-09-18T08:36:00.000-07:002011-09-18T08:36:03.616-07:00Beautiful Disaster<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Me siento identificada con esta canción ahora mismo...<br />
<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/_eWDZqc7lCc/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_eWDZqc7lCc&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_eWDZqc7lCc&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">She loves her mama's lemonade,<br />
Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.<br />
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.<br />
She swears that there's no difference,<br />
Between the lies and complements.<br />
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.<br />
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And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,<br />
The pictures that she sees make her cry.<br />
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And she would change everything, everything just ask her.<br />
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,<br />
And she needs someone to take her home.<br />
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She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,<br />
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.<br />
She never stays the same for long,<br />
Assuming that she'll get it wrong.<br />
Perfect only in her imperfection.<br />
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She's not a drama queen,<br />
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired<br />
<br />
She would change everything for happy ever after.<br />
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,<br />
But she just needs someone to take her home.<br />
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Cuz she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's ok.<br />
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And she would change everything, everything just ask her.<br />
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,<br />
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And she would change everything for happy ever after.<br />
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,<br />
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But she just needs someone to take her home<br />
And just needs someone to take her home. </span></div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-77852580045232509012011-09-13T14:01:00.000-07:002011-09-13T14:01:51.465-07:00Miedo a ser olvidado<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2e20otEPWMGHUNZ-cmkyymvcNMdd6zRwa-oSIW_uVRBmp_Vuv30vZHS9dGxrXCn7kDdksUm2nq5KdA_QNPtiNEPjV7JT8bJkYTYID-1Xe-07kzpo45MVl2ebaK1CGyh8Ce02g0gNDPvI/s1600/miedo+a+ser+olvidado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2e20otEPWMGHUNZ-cmkyymvcNMdd6zRwa-oSIW_uVRBmp_Vuv30vZHS9dGxrXCn7kDdksUm2nq5KdA_QNPtiNEPjV7JT8bJkYTYID-1Xe-07kzpo45MVl2ebaK1CGyh8Ce02g0gNDPvI/s320/miedo+a+ser+olvidado.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Según dicen las leyendas Aquiles tenía este miedo y por eso se convirtió en un guerrero tan valiente, fuerte y entregado, lo que el quería era ser recordado por siempre. Y lo consiguió, se metió en mil batallas para conseguirlo. Pero ¿qué puedo hacer yo para no ser olvidada? ¿Para dejar alguna huella en el mundo de forma que no me puedan olvidar jamás? ¿Para pasar a la historia? Ya no hay grandes batallas en las que pueda enzarzarme, que una mujer llame la atención ya no es importante, cualquier persona puede ser reconocida por cualquier cosa y tan rápido como se hizo conocida, es olvidada.<br />
¿Hay algo que se pueda hacer para ser recordado en resto de la eternidad? ¿O para que las personas que pasan por tu vida te recuerden siempre?<br />
Una persona está viva mientras alguien en la tierra la recuerde, aunque sea sólo una persona... Pero algún día esa persona morirá y ya nadie te recordará, por lo que tú morirás con ella.<br />
Y no tengo miedo a la muerte, tengo miedo a desaparecer sin haber dejado huella.</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-76724868936744289552011-09-13T13:50:00.000-07:002011-09-13T13:50:25.947-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">En estos momentos de mi vida me siento como si todo estuviese totalmente vacío. No siento nada por nadie, por lo menos no siento lo suficiente como para que esa persona ocupe mi mente. Tengo tal vacío en mi cabeza que no sé sobre que pensar porque no tengo nada. Ni un problema, ni una alegría... nada.<br />
Ahora me doy cuenta de que prefiero sufrir que no sentir nada realmente.<br />
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</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-70246869918037558902011-09-13T03:23:00.001-07:002011-09-13T03:23:24.364-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU99K1wjXwqki_c6BxFA3C0sINS-fPRF6vSv4FQkq6pUxXUfuxW5mMZdauEXljBgXE5nTzuBtiVQQDNHjelGuHf2OcZHkremfA8sP_EQldI-iN-bqKhXpzXRuCqpmzGxuVQZTuIMaOHNtb/s1600/beatles.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU99K1wjXwqki_c6BxFA3C0sINS-fPRF6vSv4FQkq6pUxXUfuxW5mMZdauEXljBgXE5nTzuBtiVQQDNHjelGuHf2OcZHkremfA8sP_EQldI-iN-bqKhXpzXRuCqpmzGxuVQZTuIMaOHNtb/s320/beatles.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-26738714237617704462011-09-02T04:43:00.000-07:002011-09-02T04:43:28.397-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Ahora que todo en mi vida va bien, me doy cuenta de que la que no va bien soy yo.<br />
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</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-34573393750985704692011-08-25T03:41:00.000-07:002011-08-25T03:41:09.293-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Esas temporadas en las que crees que todo empieza a ir bien, y llega alguien y te destroza esa felicidad momentánea.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLqcjzQTOLQoOjuaUFRf_49qgM_UgqsaEbaoPPyHLuU7Y2RztuRPTfHqppjF3T0Kzu437WujHNbM11JMzChmimnwmtmuS0vd59iXMw2FKvRJuwMoDTtOTIBMgE7yvS9f_tWPWeK_3zCFX/s1600/take.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLqcjzQTOLQoOjuaUFRf_49qgM_UgqsaEbaoPPyHLuU7Y2RztuRPTfHqppjF3T0Kzu437WujHNbM11JMzChmimnwmtmuS0vd59iXMw2FKvRJuwMoDTtOTIBMgE7yvS9f_tWPWeK_3zCFX/s320/take.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Aunque la vida está para eso ¿no? Para sobreponerse a cualquier bache que aparezca y para partir de cero una y otra vez.</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-51261796357247103672011-08-17T13:03:00.000-07:002011-08-17T13:03:07.334-07:00Díselo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hoy yendo en autobús me fijé en un monte que tenía una roca en la cima que ponía con letras enormes: <b>DÍSELO</b>. Me pareció hermoso, ojalá le hubiese sacado una foto, pero absorbí el momento por completo.<br />
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Siempre he pensado que la gente no sé arrepiente de las cosas que hace, sólo de las que no hacen. Porque si no haces algo te pasarás el resto de tu vida preguntándote que hubiese pasado si hubieses hecho o dicho aquello que pasaba por tu mente.<br />
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Me hizo pensar en que hay que compartir los sentimientos, no importa si el amor acaba sin ser correspondido, porque alagarás a la persona a la que quieres alagar, puedes ponerte triste pero ¿arrepentirte? Jamás. Disiparás cualquier duda y es mucho peor vivir sin ninguna certeza o creencia. Porque al fin y al cabo, ¿qué ocurrirá si resulta que la otra persona siente lo mismo? Que unas simples palabras que hayas formulado te harán feliz y más aún harás feliz a la persona por la que sientes algo, aunque sólo sea durante un tiempo, pero es suficiente.<br />
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Así que is recomiendo que lo digáis, decidle a la gente lo que sentís por ellos, porque lo agradecerán y, al fin y al cabo, no hay nada que se pueda perder que no se pueda recuperar.<br />
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</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-61526535456292717682011-08-12T12:52:00.000-07:002011-08-12T12:52:31.720-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Brindemos por esas personas de las que nos deberíamos de olvidar, y por las que seguimos llorando cada noche.<br />
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</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-35720887882252237562011-08-11T05:39:00.000-07:002011-08-11T05:39:29.811-07:00¿Sabes? Ahora siento todo esto.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDV0tS8DK8FSg-W9Pgfsl7nGhIksDlVJCbSmIsxlXTFBBcxeEwzCxfgwY1tqxY6NyArx1fVsrNDXcUz1NIbIG13ymZHIIlRp4TazPi0-Om7U_JjFb8lRiGqMaHW5XSdMdzriXOAeJzXy_T/s1600/we+are+broken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDV0tS8DK8FSg-W9Pgfsl7nGhIksDlVJCbSmIsxlXTFBBcxeEwzCxfgwY1tqxY6NyArx1fVsrNDXcUz1NIbIG13ymZHIIlRp4TazPi0-Om7U_JjFb8lRiGqMaHW5XSdMdzriXOAeJzXy_T/s320/we+are+broken.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFFQkczsmt-wml4W5zhG1-toFuE6Gh9nzq56fEWf0lV6GNJQIbiQ3fLCZyutFNAdMXFJ9v-mDEYVwi6fNDICvuvxqfdNBGCPvl-LR2kRxA93j8nNHpfVCzMpt3-oJan-PZgNFqNTgwfbs/s1600/skyscraper.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFFQkczsmt-wml4W5zhG1-toFuE6Gh9nzq56fEWf0lV6GNJQIbiQ3fLCZyutFNAdMXFJ9v-mDEYVwi6fNDICvuvxqfdNBGCPvl-LR2kRxA93j8nNHpfVCzMpt3-oJan-PZgNFqNTgwfbs/s320/skyscraper.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-41782859274952918042011-08-03T14:38:00.000-07:002011-08-03T14:38:19.758-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Malos días en los que tienes el cerebro casi tan dañado como el corazón.<br />
Y los trozos de ese corazón roto llegan a arañarte la garganta.<br />
Momentos en los que no hay nadie ahí para curarte las heridas.<br />
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</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-61343744466091892432011-07-26T10:47:00.000-07:002011-07-26T10:47:47.022-07:00Una sonrisa no demuestra nada, ya no<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqPF1C3u_87_nqSiZ3ff479NsfSC1ITJJ-RBosGeCTBNehGuIKq6l5NTYS5n7IeHFabvku5paeFM7aXlRLfbSHLUYYW2y3u1uCZVQ3LqzHzl7h2vnL-6hI0GiJmHnj4K2mnKjPU2hd7Uo/s1600/silent_words_by_escaped_emotions-d39zm4z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqPF1C3u_87_nqSiZ3ff479NsfSC1ITJJ-RBosGeCTBNehGuIKq6l5NTYS5n7IeHFabvku5paeFM7aXlRLfbSHLUYYW2y3u1uCZVQ3LqzHzl7h2vnL-6hI0GiJmHnj4K2mnKjPU2hd7Uo/s320/silent_words_by_escaped_emotions-d39zm4z_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Es increíble todo lo que se puede esconder tras una sonrisa, una sonrisa falsa. Porque el espejo no nos muestra quienes somos en realidad, quienes somos por dentro.</div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-1241736344695699352011-07-14T09:45:00.000-07:002011-07-14T09:45:27.622-07:00Fantasía o realidadCuando eras un niño te trataban de enseñar continuamente la fantasía de la realidad, se preocupaban por los amigos imaginarios y te castigaban cuando decías mentiras.<br />
Luego creces y a medida que lo haces te vas dando cuenta de que la línea entre fantasía y realidad es cada vez más clara pero al mismo tiempo más confusa. Ya no tienes amigos imaginarios ni esa clase de cosas pero te das cuenta de que las cosas que crees que son reales suelen acabar siendo falsas o simples sueños.<br />
Tratas de creerte ciertas cosas, de creer a ciertas personas, a veces aciertas y otras veces fracasas estrepitosamente.<br />
Pero ¿cuál es la realidad y cuál es la fantasía? ¿Qué es más real algo que no puedes ver pero que sientes o algo que sabes que no puede ser? ¿Es más real la sonrisa de una persona o cada uno de sus pensamientos tristes? ¿Son más reales las palabras o los pensamientos?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOuOEaQK3j7iZ-ghMxsMOot6fbOcyAceiEt9dlsLfzZJsIPBg4Kz-iF9tXsLIQBE3LaIht2SuxcX9fMM2tiWpFg02mfdrG20gy5U5D_ZMZnA7FncEa9zywhTgbZ1c_w6jPF1n7UBvzk2A/s1600/tumblr_lmv1wmpwEG1qbqbvno1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOuOEaQK3j7iZ-ghMxsMOot6fbOcyAceiEt9dlsLfzZJsIPBg4Kz-iF9tXsLIQBE3LaIht2SuxcX9fMM2tiWpFg02mfdrG20gy5U5D_ZMZnA7FncEa9zywhTgbZ1c_w6jPF1n7UBvzk2A/s320/tumblr_lmv1wmpwEG1qbqbvno1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-12731617095469573252011-07-08T12:33:00.000-07:002011-07-08T12:33:38.236-07:00MentiraVaya como han cambiado las cosas desde hace un par de horas.<br />
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Cuando lo has dado todo, has esperado, has aguantado, has amado, has luchado, hasta te has resignado con algunas cosas y de repente te enteras que todo aquello por lo que lo diste todo era mentira.<br />
El amor era mentira, la amistad era mentira, las personas eran mentira, los sentimientos eran mentira, las historias eran mentira, los ''te quiero'' eran mentira...<br />
Entonces empiezas a plantearte cual es la parte que era real y la parte que no, si es que había algo real.<br />
Te preguntas si puedes sacar algo positivo de ello, pero todo lo que creías positivo, las personas que habías sacado de aquello también mentían. No hay nada positivo.<br />
También cuestionas tu inteligencia, porque tú y no cualquier otra persona, si volverás a confiar en alguien de nuevo, cuanto se reían a tus espaldas mientras tú creías que era real...<br />
Lo único que se puede sacar en limpio es no volver a confiar en nadie, jamás, porque en realidad la gente no lo merece.<br />
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Ahora siento que esta canción identifica esta historia, bueno, supongo que durante mucho tiempo sentir fue suficiente, me contentaré con el recuerdo y pasaré a otras cosas.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDx307h7IW2kw0v7VPi1Nf09PrXVhHP_7lV-MAD-ReThlHGsr0ack8QuyIzBCznTaYK5QBNvfAUZB7NYZC0KpShtWUlsLTx617AJ75_kBg2mIWZCZk6LCkj-2UpCFSkMsROAlbywA0EvG/s1600/hay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDx307h7IW2kw0v7VPi1Nf09PrXVhHP_7lV-MAD-ReThlHGsr0ack8QuyIzBCznTaYK5QBNvfAUZB7NYZC0KpShtWUlsLTx617AJ75_kBg2mIWZCZk6LCkj-2UpCFSkMsROAlbywA0EvG/s320/hay.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">So this is how it goes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Well I, I would have never known</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">And if it ends today</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Now I think we're taking this too far</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Don't you know that it's not this hard?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Well it's not this hard</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">But if you take what's your's and I take mine</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Must we go there?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Please not this time. No, not this time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Well this is not your fault</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">But if I'm without you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Then I will feel so small</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">And if you have to go</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Always know that you shine brighter than anyone does.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Now I think we're taking this too far</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Don't you know that it's not this hard?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Well it's not this hard</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">But if you take what's your's and I take mine</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Must we go there?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Please not this time. No, not this time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">If you run away now,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Will you come back around?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">And if you ran away,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">I'd still wave goodbye</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Watching you shine bright.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Now I think we're taking this too far</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Don't you know that it's not this hard?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Well it's not this hard</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">But if you take what's your's and I take mine</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Must we go there?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Please not this time. No, not this time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">I'll wave goodbye</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">Watching you shine bright</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">(You shine bright, you shine bright)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;">I'll wave goodbye tonight.</span>Ash Abercrombiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12979160242547948169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470924002922003617.post-51036829268721653832011-06-27T09:27:00.000-07:002011-06-27T09:27:22.573-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">¿Para qué trato de engañarme a mí misma? Sí que quiero que vuelvas, de hecho que vuelvas es lo único que quiero.<br />
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