Ya encontré el cable... Acá estoy en mi día de cumpleaños lanzando maldiciones, como en la pelicula "pueblo de los malditos"
sábado, noviembre 25, 2006
Nariz fria...
Ya encontré el cable... Acá estoy en mi día de cumpleaños lanzando maldiciones, como en la pelicula "pueblo de los malditos"
viernes, noviembre 24, 2006
Boletín
Por extravío del cable de comunicación de la camara, que se conecta a la pc (usb), no puedo subir fotos a mi blog; viendome obligado a apropiarme de fotos ajenas o mantenerla en un estado austero.
domingo, noviembre 19, 2006
Copyright Palita_44
Paula una compañera del IUNA, que cumple el mismo día que yo los años... Se suman y se restan años a nuestras vidas ... sñiff :-(
Foto robada de su "fotolog"... Perdón pero estaba cansado de esperar a que te decidas a enviarme la foto.
viernes, noviembre 17, 2006
Canta Per Me
canta per me ne addio
quel dolce suono
de' passati giorni
mi sempre rammenta
la vita dell'amore
dilette del cor mio
o felice, tu anima mia
canta addagio...
tempra la cetra e canta
il inno di morte
a noi si schiude il ciel
volano al raggio
la vita dell'amore
dilette del cor mio
o felice, tu anima mia
canta addio...
jueves, noviembre 16, 2006
Yo soy eterno
Este 21 de Noviembre es mi enésimo cumpleaños y como dice la canción: "...Yo veo al futuro repetir el pasado, veo un museo de grandes novedades y el tiempo no para, no para, no."
lunes, noviembre 13, 2006
viernes, noviembre 10, 2006
Amity
The torture won't part you
Motherly breast won't warm you
You fail and foam from your mouth
why is it so loud, this sound?
All the sense your are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?
Restless is carrying fever
burning you to pieces
In search and need of a friend
Will I bow down to this in the end?
I lay in the hands of my maker
and I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it
It's a fight... it's a fight...
The torture won't part you
Mothers lap can't seem to warm you
You strain, you climb up and frown
Why is it so loud, This down?
All the sense you are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?
I lay in the hands of my maker
And I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it
It's a fight... it's a fight
Motherly breast won't warm you
You fail and foam from your mouth
why is it so loud, this sound?
All the sense your are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?
Restless is carrying fever
burning you to pieces
In search and need of a friend
Will I bow down to this in the end?
I lay in the hands of my maker
and I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it
It's a fight... it's a fight...
The torture won't part you
Mothers lap can't seem to warm you
You strain, you climb up and frown
Why is it so loud, This down?
All the sense you are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?
I lay in the hands of my maker
And I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it
It's a fight... it's a fight
jueves, noviembre 02, 2006
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