tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61087348799965608382012-02-16T10:13:23.410-08:00You don't have to love, to preach all the time!TheNoiselesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736277955429558488noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108734879996560838.post-43780710053970989042007-12-29T21:39:00.000-08:002008-11-13T19:49:42.953-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Hftrb_h3xA/R3cwQ_1ivGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qQUMyPJE_9Q/s1600-h/a+song+for+us.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149637767493500002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Hftrb_h3xA/R3cwQ_1ivGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qQUMyPJE_9Q/s320/a+song+for+us.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Haciendo was en culoshop! xD</strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">No encontre una foto decente para poner aqui y escribir algo que me llegue a la pta alma (soy seka xP). Asi que pongo esto que me importa un doble pito si se lo roban o no :P... Total, ni me gusto xD.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Y si lo pongo aqui, es porque estoy muy ociosa como para estar conciente de la realidad. Pero como sea...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Beneath The Believer</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">The sigh of the river </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">a sound of men beating her</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Mother earth wants to break her stomach</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">But she's like the fire in me</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">she is the day that makes to wake so stronger</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">And refuse gave me to her</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Can you keep believing in them yet?</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">can you smile like them yet?</span></em> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>Her tears are closing me </em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">i'm the beast for the believers</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">but my eyes have seen so much</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">it will not like a cry</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">the wish for liberty will not a lie</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">And i'm still fighting </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Cause she refuse gave me to her devils</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Can't they find their eyes yet...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">so can you smile like them yet?</span></em></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Debajo del creyente</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">El suspiro de un rio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">un sonido de hombres golpeandola</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">La Madre Tierra quiere romper su vientre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">pero ella es como el fuego en mi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">ella es el dia que me hace despertar tan fuerte</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Y rehusó entregarme a ella</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Puedes seguir creyendos en ellos aun?</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Puedes sonreir como ellos aun?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Sus lagrimas me acercan.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Soy la Bestia para los creyentes</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">pero mis ojos ya han visto demasiado</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">No sera un grito</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">El deseo por libertad no sera una mentira</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Y sigo peleando</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">porque ella rehusó entregarme a sus demonios.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Ellos no pueden encontrar sus ojos aun...</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">entonces ¿Puedes sonreir como ellos aun?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108734879996560838-4378071005397098904?l=noiselessblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TheNoiselesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736277955429558488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108734879996560838.post-70834613192184318042007-10-26T22:43:00.000-07:002008-11-13T19:49:43.117-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Hftrb_h3xA/RyLQnJCBbTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Kk-ShJ4bnII/s1600-h/White_dream_by_Laframboise.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125888696758922546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="222" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Hftrb_h3xA/RyLQnJCBbTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Kk-ShJ4bnII/s320/White_dream_by_Laframboise.jpg" width="236" border="0" /></a><br /></div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></em><p><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em> </p><p><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Inquietos:</span></em><br /></strong><br /><em>Si bajo donde tu sueñas cosas imborrables</em><br /><em>podre recordar mas de lo que él dijo?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Segura puedo estar</em><br /><em>cuando los años al pasar</em><br /><em>a mis ojos cultivaron una verdad</em><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Él es un perfecto enemigo de familia</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><em>Aún asi ven, enfrentame</em><br /><em>no te escondas, porque un dia</em><br /><em>sere capaz de despertarme</em><br /><em>de mi propio coma, y diria</em><br /><em>cuanto nos decepcionaste</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Si al despertar quizas nuestras bocas </em><br /><em>no pronuncien mas de lo que sabes</em><br /><em>tenemos miedo</em><br /><em>pero seguimos inquietas</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Tú solo nos decepcionaste</em><br /><em>Y no es mejor, nada es mejor desde que la dejaste</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Traeria a la vida sus respiros</em><br /><em>porque de ellos saldra</em><br /><em>lo que nadie pudo quitar de sus cinco sentidos</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Inquietos, tan inquietos</em><br /><em>Caminaremos y te preguntaremos:</em><br /><br /><em>¿Por que no dejas de darnos la espalda?</em><br /><em>Sólo nos decepcionaste!</em><br /><em>¿Por que de mentir no te salvas?</em><br /><em>Sólo nos decepcionas!</em><br /><em>¿Por que aún sigo inquieta?</em><br /><em>Sólo me decepcionas...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br />awwwww! Tengo tuto xD... y........................................ Amo este blog unpopular xP... </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108734879996560838-7083461319218431804?l=noiselessblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TheNoiselesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736277955429558488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108734879996560838.post-22454650565584083632007-10-25T20:04:00.000-07:002008-11-13T19:49:43.132-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Hftrb_h3xA/RyFbfpCBbSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ATfDnw8HEak/s1600-h/bike.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125478450072743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Hftrb_h3xA/RyFbfpCBbSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ATfDnw8HEak/s320/bike.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>''We can't abandon her, we can't lie her, I couldn't be like her, ohhh... only like her...</em><br /><strong><em>No podemos abandonarla, no podemos mentirle, no pude ser como ella... sólo como ella...</em></strong><br /><em></em><br /><em>The life that is front me</em><br /><em><strong>La vida que esta frente a mi</strong></em><br /><em>The truth beneath our eyes</em><br /><strong><em>La verdad debajo de nuestros ojos</em></strong><br /><em>Change our thoughts, and turn to blame us</em><br /><em><strong>Cambia nuestros pensamientos, y nos vuelve a culparnos</strong></em><br /><em>I didn't die like her</em><br /><em><strong>No morí como ella</strong></em><br /><em>But I tried like you, to forget the light on me</em><br /><strong><em>Pero traté como tú, de olvidar la luz en mi</em></strong><br /><em></em><br /><em>We can't abandon her</em><br /><strong><em>No podemos abandonarla</em></strong><br /><em>We can't see her</em><br /><em><strong>No podemos verla</strong></em><br /><em>I couldn't wake up with her</em><br /><em><strong>No pude despertar con ella</strong></em><br /><em>ohhh... Be with her</em><br /><em><strong>Estar con ella</strong></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>You would die like me</em><br /><em><strong>Morirías como yo</strong></em><br /><em>Cause' you know</em><br /><em><strong>Porque sabes</strong></em><br /><em>that I can't stand all alone</em><br /><em><strong>Que no puedo permanecer completamente sola</strong></em><br /><em>Can't wish it...</em><br /><em><strong>No se puede desear...</strong></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em>She just fade away...</em><br /><em><strong>Ella sólo se desvanece...</strong></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Ohhhh... We cannot forget her, we only hurt her!...</em><br /><em><strong>No podemos olvidarla, sólo la herimos</strong></em><br /><em>They lie to her, they let her death comes</em><br /><em><strong>Ellos le mintieron, dejaron a su muerte llegar</strong></em><br /><em>He stole her little and sick heart...</em><br /><em><strong>Él robo su pequeño y enfermo corazón</strong></em><br /><em>Ohhh.. I can't scream like her</em><br /><em><strong>No puedo gritar como ella</strong></em><br /><em>She is just fading like me...</em><br /><em><strong>Ella sólo se esta desvaneciendo como yo'</strong></em><em>'</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br />Para mi hermana <strong>Valeria Alejandra.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108734879996560838-2245465056558408363?l=noiselessblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TheNoiselesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736277955429558488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108734879996560838.post-43786922736877791032007-10-12T11:58:00.000-07:002008-11-13T19:49:43.285-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Hftrb_h3xA/Rw_LM2b7nBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rFvSOufE2hU/s1600-h/Naturaleza-Flor-02.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120534722975079442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Hftrb_h3xA/Rw_LM2b7nBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rFvSOufE2hU/s320/Naturaleza-Flor-02.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">''My own dreams turn to bittersweet nightmares!</span></em></div><div><em>Fear for my perfect enemies</em></div><div><em>And i bleed into your problems</em></div><div><em>Just for close the scars of life </em></div><div><em>Bleed, sweet seed of mine</em></div><div><em>Shine on me, my light</em></div><div><em>The violet flowers don't find me anymore...''</em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Oo... Eso lo escribio una amiga mia TT, escribe cosas que te llegan! Y soy capaz de publicarlas aqui x)</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Como escribi anteriormente, este blog lo hice con la intencion de una tarea de computacion, pero parece que alguien me engaño ¬¬...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>No se que voy a ser capaz de publicar aqui xP, quizas opiniones estupidas sobre cosas estupidas, quien sabe... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Le puse Noiseless Blue porque... Nah! No se! se me ocurrio en el momento xD, ademas estaba inspirada -.-</div><br /><div></div>Ok, i'm gone pple! =)<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108734879996560838-4378692273687779103?l=noiselessblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TheNoiselesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736277955429558488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108734879996560838.post-80909992719425251442007-10-11T21:51:00.000-07:002007-10-11T21:52:12.202-07:00...<br />lo que sea para una tarea de taller de computacion! x)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108734879996560838-8090999271942525144?l=noiselessblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TheNoiselesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736277955429558488noreply@blogger.com