tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48665940948416710442011-07-08T01:03:36.096-07:00bueno aquí quedara plasmada toda la inspiración nacida desde mi interior en estos casi 5 años con la banda "SIMUS" todas las letras y explicaciones de cada cual. algunas letras inéditas aun no concretadas pero prontamente a estrenarse.... quizas no sean poesías ni nada de eso, algunas dicen mucho otras simplemente nada pero bueno cada cual lo interpreta a su manera. "la música, la poesía y el arte son libre de interpretar, pero siempre y cuando lo hagas y lo sientas con el corazón"***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-17054735186291343552007-05-12T17:50:00.000-07:002007-05-12T18:20:59.684-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RkZnpQcuRII/AAAAAAAAABU/0MZ0OCIIw4A/s1600-h/ninos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063848789512438914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RkZnpQcuRII/AAAAAAAAABU/0MZ0OCIIw4A/s320/ninos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>solo un niño fue lo que encontré</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>al abrir la puerta el estaba ay mirándome </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con sus zapato rotos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y un bolso que colgaba de su mano</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>era una voz temblorosa</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>que se clavo en mi corazón</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>nos sentamos en el suelo</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el me día a conocer su vida</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>púes solía recolectar alimentos día a día</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>por las calles de esta ciudad</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y en la calles de esta cuidad </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>el sufría en silencio</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>(roshan 2004 )</em></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-1705473518629134355?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-82028828673352212722007-04-22T20:54:00.000-07:002007-04-22T22:28:39.313-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RixD9bj7hkI/AAAAAAAAABM/CUsJb55JMx8/s1600-h/FantEfi3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056491204279764546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RixD9bj7hkI/AAAAAAAAABM/CUsJb55JMx8/s320/FantEfi3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>disgustado por el gusto</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>amargado del silencio</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>provocado por la ira </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando opina el desperfecto </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>hablándome al odio</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>me provoca el descontento</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>es lo mismo q me inspira </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando escucho tu silencio</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el sabor sigue en mi boca </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aun q no quieras lo siento</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y volteo mi cabeza</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y siento al respirar.. </em></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><br /><div align="center"><br />lo q es cierto en esta vida</div><br /><div align="center">es q siempre no resulta </div><br /><div align="center">es q no somos perfectos </div><br /><div align="center">y ni dios esperaba de esto... </div><br /><div align="center">y si ay gente q no quiera</div><br /><div align="center">expresar sus sentimiento </div><br /><div align="center">yo si digo lo q siento </div><br /><div align="center">cuando creo q algo es cierto </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">el sabor sigue en mi boca</div><br /><div align="center">aun q no quiera lo siento</div><br /><div align="center">y volteo mi cabeza </div><br /><div align="center">y siento el respirar.. </div><br /><div align="center">sabor amargo</em></span></div> ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-8202882867335221272?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-4261645725385303272007-04-13T20:21:00.000-07:002007-04-13T22:01:18.991-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RiBfTaFhZ9I/AAAAAAAAABE/SZN3K42CPEI/s1600-h/angel_ascendiendo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053143568934332370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RiBfTaFhZ9I/AAAAAAAAABE/SZN3K42CPEI/s320/angel_ascendiendo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>nada mas quiso saber</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>lo que pudo ser </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>nada mas quiso existir </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pero tubo que fingir </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>siempre cuando quiso hablar </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>le ocultaron la verdad</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>siempre cuando quiso</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>huir nunca supo donde ir</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pero al final </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como decisión crucial </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>decidió partir</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y dejar su cuerpo atrás </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pero comprendio </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>lo q sucedió</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>nunca puedo ver lo q paso </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pero comprendio</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que nunca podría ser igual </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como los demás</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no pertenecía a este lugar</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>era especial </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>era espiritual</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">(roshan)2007</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-426164572538530327?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-73272169825193629162007-04-09T20:56:00.000-07:002007-04-09T21:40:06.611-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RhsU0qFhZ8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RDpaEVHBvo0/s1600-h/20061217191111-hombre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051654301909346242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RhsU0qFhZ8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RDpaEVHBvo0/s320/20061217191111-hombre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>las horas en el reloj </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>los sueños en un rincón</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la cama esperando su opinión </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para llegar a la conclusión</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que ya no ay nada mas que hacer</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>las sanguijuelas en mi piel</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>comienzo a desvanece</em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>r </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y ya no hay nada mas que hacer</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando el sol pège en mi cara otra ves</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>veré la flor crecer </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando las aguas lleguen sanas hacia el mar</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>recojere los sueño del rincón</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para empezar</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con mi vida otra ves</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para llegar a la luna con mi pies </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pera descubrir q no ay milagros sin cumplir</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>para despertar en la mañana junto a ti</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">(roshan) 2005</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-7327216982519362916?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-8863731517175124672007-04-09T19:15:00.000-07:002007-04-09T19:57:54.569-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/Rhr8baFhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bDQE1JsyD2s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051627479838582706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/Rhr8baFhZ7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bDQE1JsyD2s/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando se apague el sol</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>las estrellas no brillaran</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la luna no cantara</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la tierra se congelara</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>pero si escucho tu voz</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>susurrando a mi alrededor</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el sol se expenderá de nuevo </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>por toda esta ciudad </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>eres sol que no descansa en la piedad </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>eres el aroma que cautiva mis voz</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>eres hielo derretido en piel</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>eres sangre hirviendo al amanecer</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">(roshan)2006</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-886373151717512467?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-77848685251536158312007-04-08T22:14:00.000-07:002007-04-09T17:22:39.415-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RhnP-0wj4fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8G6nMlHk1Bk/s1600-h/20061129104257-enamorados-3-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051297135293882866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RhnP-0wj4fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8G6nMlHk1Bk/s320/20061129104257-enamorados-3-.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>no, no creas q esto es fácil</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>para mi también esta es la primera ves</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>te juro q si lo es</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>no preguntes como </em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ni por q hacemos esto</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>te juro q no lo se </em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>esta es mi primera ves</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>no preguntes lo q siento</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>siempre e dicho q te e amado</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y así lo es te juro q así lo</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>esto será algo importante en nuestras </em></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>vidas</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>seguro lo sabes bien </em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>seguro has pensado </em></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>bien</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>desde ahora en </em><span style="font-size:100%;">a</span><em>delante</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tu serás la mas importante </em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>te lo digo de corazón </em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>me sale del corazón </em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y empecemos de una ves</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y empecemos de una vez</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ya dejemos las palabras</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y empecemos de una ves</em></span></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">roshan</span></span>)2003</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-7784868525153615831?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-16447771899359874902007-04-08T21:36:00.000-07:002007-05-23T21:06:10.102-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RhnH9Ewj4eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yughVMjY3JQ/s1600-h/artwork_images_396_8097_richard-avedon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051288309136089570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RhnH9Ewj4eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yughVMjY3JQ/s320/artwork_images_396_8097_richard-avedon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando digas que no</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando el mundo gire al revez</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando el reloj gire hacia tras</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando digas si a los demás </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando mires el mar</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando sientas que te morirás</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando el temor tenga color</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cuando lleges a pedir perdón</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>cierra tus ojos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y piensa que tus pasos ya no existen</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que tu imagen la perdiste</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y perdiste tus raíces</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y piesa que los dias son felices </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>que apesar de lo que dicen</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>nuestra paz aun existe</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y piensa que en verdad </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>seremos algo mas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y piensa en los demás </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ay esta el punto de la felicidad</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(roshan)2004</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-1644777189935987490?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-56660273026719302832007-04-08T20:43:00.000-07:002007-04-09T12:21:28.771-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/Rhm6CUwj4dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nZqgjznvCts/s1600-h/waiting-godot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051273006167613906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/Rhm6CUwj4dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nZqgjznvCts/s320/waiting-godot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>entre prisas y con pausas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>sin poder encontrar la calma</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la ansiedad te confunde </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y le ases mas daño a tu alma</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras ese reloj imparable</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>puntual te fue dando las horas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras ese reloj imparable </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>presionaba tus actos confusos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientas ese reloj imparable</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>puntual te fue dando las horas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras ese reloj imparable </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>presionaba </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>tus actos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>miles de años</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>fueron perdidos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>entre días muertos y mal vividos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>fueron perdidos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>por inadvertencia </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>por esa maldita impaciencia</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">mientras ese reloj imparable </span></em></div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br />presionaba tus actos confusos </div><div align="center"><br />mientas ese reloj imparable </div><div align="center"><br />puntual te fue dando las horas </div><div align="center"><br />mientras ese reloj imparable </div><div align="center"><br />presionaba tus actos</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mieles de años</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de tu vida </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>fueron quemados como cenizas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>e intentaste</em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em> apagarlos</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>con un soplo de impaciencia</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">(roshan)2002</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-5666027302671930283?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-45370462116845456032007-04-08T19:00:00.000-07:002007-04-08T19:53:37.225-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/Rhmik0wj4cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-9kIqW87OZI/s1600-h/blanca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051247210594034114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/Rhmik0wj4cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-9kIqW87OZI/s320/blanca.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>arrodillado a tus pies con los ojos vendados sin ganas </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>de ver</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>le pido a mi corazón q no pare esta vez yo tengo la razón</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>¡¡escucha!!</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>necesitas saber</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>la vida no es fácil</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>¡¡enséñame a ver!!</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>arrodillado a tus pies yo te vuelvo a pedir por mi vida otra </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>vez</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>dame la oportunidad necesito q veas q el mundo </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>anda mal </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no diré nada</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>solo mira a tu alrededor</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>te das cuenta</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>¡¡este mundo anda mal!!</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">.......</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">...........</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">(roshan)2003</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-4537046211684545603?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4866594094841671044.post-45126798052745030682007-04-08T16:34:00.000-07:002007-04-09T12:19:46.759-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RhmXS0wj4bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vkbGEybhOQg/s1600-h/x1piYkpqHC_35nwYwUJVX36gyHnQ-q7G7kjiKOTLoLu-p8NR1k3Bto2zzYPLouaz3sBWUxnoIWLQBA33Z1RiYIdajCzeE37x7MAwVKsUGlLn0K5wMKS9wHdBA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051234806728483250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbhEqPoKBOg/RhmXS0wj4bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vkbGEybhOQg/s320/x1piYkpqHC_35nwYwUJVX36gyHnQ-q7G7kjiKOTLoLu-p8NR1k3Bto2zzYPLouaz3sBWUxnoIWLQBA33Z1RiYIdajCzeE37x7MAwVKsUGlLn0K5wMKS9wHdBA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>como quisiera saber si algún día esto terminara</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no quisiera partir a otro mundo sin darme cuenta q no estarás</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no me dejes asi no pidas q parta sin antes hacerté el amor</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no me dejes así no me pidás q vuelva a tu lado si no estas aquí</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">.....................</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no quiero q mi corazón se esconda en la ciudad</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no quiero q mi corazón se rinda antes tus pies</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>dejalo sentir dejalo vivir deja q solo piense en ti</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>no quiero q mi corazón se esconda en la ciudad</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ese es mi temor.. </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">.........................</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>si algún día piensas morir así</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>recuerda que habrá otra después de ti </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el tiempo pasa y pasa y ya nunca mas</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>podrá ser el mismo quizás lo sabrás</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>el tiempo y pasa y no lo veras</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>recuerda que algún día se acabara</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>espero q pienses en mi corazón</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>quisas mañana ya no estarás</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>( roshan) 2002</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4866594094841671044-4512679805274503068?l=00roshan00.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>***** SIMUS *****http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372218360119893794noreply@blogger.com