tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67746829578167634212024-03-13T21:20:14.960+01:00LITTTLEDARLINGlitttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.comBlogger521125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-31960831372954656492011-10-23T20:04:00.003+02:002011-10-23T21:03:36.311+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7U6FT0rZPHc/TqRlAR0sx3I/AAAAAAAAA-k/bXfCeIQvtb0/s1600/tumblr_ljj5p8cSDk1qzm4g5o1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7U6FT0rZPHc/TqRlAR0sx3I/AAAAAAAAA-k/bXfCeIQvtb0/s400/tumblr_ljj5p8cSDk1qzm4g5o1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666765286597773170" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUG2m4AhTuk/TqRaBCMEUdI/AAAAAAAAA-c/X7UnnrROTIg/s1600/laduree_pastries_cakes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUG2m4AhTuk/TqRaBCMEUdI/AAAAAAAAA-c/X7UnnrROTIg/s400/laduree_pastries_cakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666753204952781266" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mHaWrNoafOU/TqRaAz6Z5HI/AAAAAAAAA-I/p5zM0ALsvvA/s1600/gossip-girl-paris-bs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mHaWrNoafOU/TqRaAz6Z5HI/AAAAAAAAA-I/p5zM0ALsvvA/s400/gossip-girl-paris-bs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666753201120601202" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45jh8WWOXIw/TqRaA4kGmcI/AAAAAAAAA98/Vhmyv6bhKOc/s1600/tumblr_lj2ucsTpRw1qerbano1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45jh8WWOXIw/TqRaA4kGmcI/AAAAAAAAA98/Vhmyv6bhKOc/s400/tumblr_lj2ucsTpRw1qerbano1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666753202369239490" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfhO9N6kAnE/TqRaAjtHGCI/AAAAAAAAA90/a9A4pXP3zqA/s1600/tumblr_lil89t42CQ1qbs9aho1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gfhO9N6kAnE/TqRaAjtHGCI/AAAAAAAAA90/a9A4pXP3zqA/s400/tumblr_lil89t42CQ1qbs9aho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666753196769876002" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Tantas veces le había oído decir estas cosas, que no tenían ninguna novedad para él. Emma se parecía a las amantes; y el encanto de la novedad, cayendo poco a poco como un vestido, dejaba al desnudo la eterna monotonía de la pasión que tiene siempre las mismas formas y el mismo lenguaje. Aquel hombre con tanta práctica no distinguía la diferencia de los sentimientos bajo la igualdad de las expresiones. Porque labios libertinos o venales le habían murmurado frases semejantes, no creía sino débilmente en el candor de las mismas; había que rebajar, pensaba él, los discursos exagerados que ocultan afectos mediocres; como si la plenitud del alma no se desbordara a veces por las metáforas más vacías, puesto que nadie puede jamás dar la exacta medida de sus necesidades, ni de sus conceptos, ni de sus dolores, y la palabra humana es como un caldero cascado en el que tocamos melodías para hacer bailar a los osos, cuando quisiéramos conmover a las estrellas.</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Madame Bovary</b></span></div>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-74468884921511750572011-06-03T12:52:00.003+02:002011-06-03T13:13:06.919+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wU-yK70nF3c/Tei9m3n8vHI/AAAAAAAAA9s/kz_bb6EefNg/s1600/Karlie1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: center;float: left; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LF2Xhx2XGsg/Tei9msW8eBI/AAAAAAAAA9c/AF5N9KdfNwM/s400/HAW10_35.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613945407957399570" /></a><br /><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mxKMVFBPUQo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-14324940832192846312010-10-01T19:07:00.005+02:002010-10-01T19:20:48.967+02:00<a href="http://es.tinypic.com?ref=20fwcbb" target="_blank"><img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/20fwcbb.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com?ref=2uxv2f6" target="_blank"><img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2uxv2f6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com?ref=2q3u3bp" target="_blank"><img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2q3u3bp.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com?ref=w1xmbc" target="_blank"><img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/w1xmbc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1QngeN-5wGQ?fs=1&hl=es_ES"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1QngeN-5wGQ?fs=1&hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-88399815264931868572010-08-31T13:17:00.001+02:002010-08-31T13:17:54.996+02:00summa cum laude<br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com?ref=213rsxd" target="_blank"><img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/213rsxd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-30935961674944798402010-08-23T13:20:00.010+02:002010-08-23T13:40:44.956+02:00mot du jour: bonheur<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJdkKxuZ6I/AAAAAAAAA70/0-zidvSv81c/s1600/gossip-girl-paris-10.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508568170177128354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJdkKxuZ6I/AAAAAAAAA70/0-zidvSv81c/s400/gossip-girl-paris-10.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Spotted: two american girls having fun in Paris.</span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJc6i8nVwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pmxPaiyp_EM/s1600/untitled.bmp"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508567455110747906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJc6i8nVwI/AAAAAAAAA7s/pmxPaiyp_EM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>M<span style="color:#ff6666;">e</span><span style="color:#ffcc33;">r</span><span style="color:#999900;">c</span>i <span style="color:#000099;">b</span>e<span style="color:#99ff99;">a</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">u</span>c<span style="color:#66cccc;">o</span>u<span style="color:#cc9933;">p</span>.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJalO1-NLI/AAAAAAAAA7U/QD55cvG3HFk/s1600/jpg_james_franco_97.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508564889913668786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJalO1-NLI/AAAAAAAAA7U/QD55cvG3HFk/s400/jpg_james_franco_97.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I cannot stop from loving James Franco<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJaVQ4uwAI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rPuJx1Wagn0/s1600/eat.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508564615584202754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJaVQ4uwAI/AAAAAAAAA7M/rPuJx1Wagn0/s400/eat.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Eat Pray Love</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJaK8DbukI/AAAAAAAAA7E/z-WJxabY6oQ/s1600/kim-kardashian-sisters-24.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508564438193257026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJaK8DbukI/AAAAAAAAA7E/z-WJxabY6oQ/s400/kim-kardashian-sisters-24.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />KKK<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJZ0J_w98I/AAAAAAAAA68/UmdCKDpOkw8/s1600/miami.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508564046798976962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/THJZ0J_w98I/AAAAAAAAA68/UmdCKDpOkw8/s400/miami.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Miami Beach rockssss!!!</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-35664299371010990292010-07-13T02:41:00.005+02:002010-07-13T02:45:32.933+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TDu230hANQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/aYMzCFxnZVc/s1600/bianca+sunglasses.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 587px; height: 460px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TDu230hANQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/aYMzCFxnZVc/s400/bianca+sunglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493185240614581506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bianca sunglasseslitttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-59071030350991864682010-07-03T11:56:00.004+02:002010-07-03T12:29:44.717+02:00i'mgoingtoparistomorrow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QHVyEliI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Q1SNYAv7dd4/s1600/PicturessSkateParis.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QHVyEliI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Q1SNYAv7dd4/s400/PicturessSkateParis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489624189080213026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QHAAvSkI/AAAAAAAAA5U/FIOJ2pd6d7o/s1600/julian01.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QHAAvSkI/AAAAAAAAA5U/FIOJ2pd6d7o/s400/julian01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489624183236151874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QGnt4JTI/AAAAAAAAA5M/swLazrIKgtQ/s1600/2164494w.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QGnt4JTI/AAAAAAAAA5M/swLazrIKgtQ/s400/2164494w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489624176714589490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QGUsnQoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/WTRyrMC2Y2M/s1600/25oxhxf.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QGUsnQoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/WTRyrMC2Y2M/s400/25oxhxf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489624171609014914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QGK8m-yI/AAAAAAAAA48/EyCx-uLckoc/s1600/2ika2yd.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Etn1FPYDhVE/TC8QGK8m-yI/AAAAAAAAA48/EyCx-uLckoc/s400/2ika2yd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489624168991750946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sometimes I wonder if anything's absolute anymore. Is there still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies? Or is everything negotiable,left to interpretation, grey. Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us.</span><br /></div>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-36525602039601363652010-07-01T11:05:00.005+02:002010-07-01T11:31:12.727+02:00i'mgoingtoparisonsunday<a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2dtvzgp.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2v2feh5.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/hsjo0n.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2vhzmds.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yo soy de esas personas que creen que la vida es una sucesión de escenas marcadas por el destino e hiladas por el tiempo. Numerosos acontecimientos suceden alrededor de tu vida, pero todas las acciones que cometas, sean buenas o malas, te llevan a una meta final marcada desde un principio. Considero al destino como la fuerza que nos impulsa a llevar un modo de vida distinto al de los demás. ¿Quién controla nuestro destino?Cómo creyente te diría que Dios, pero no tengo tanta seguridad como para afirmar que sea él quien maneja estas cosas, sino, nosotros mismos con nuestros actos y formas de ver la vida, es realmente lo que nos evoca a un desenlace que si realmente queremos podemos modificar, ya que el final de los finales depende de nosotros en menor medida. Por ese motivo en momentos de dudas es necesario un largo e intenso período de reflexión que te ayude a tomar el camino más adecuado, que te conducirá a un destino más próspero.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(hardtoexplain79/Kelly Slater/Amanda Noorgard/Google)</span><br /></span></div>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-91028192177654889352010-06-29T12:08:00.005+02:002010-06-29T12:31:47.694+02:00B-I-T-C-H<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1WccdsMuBk/SxE3Gg8vtNI/AAAAAAAAADg/zAuc654no4I/s1600/plasticines.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 1181px; height: 788px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O1WccdsMuBk/SxE3Gg8vtNI/AAAAAAAAADg/zAuc654no4I/s1600/plasticines.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lampoon.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/dsc_21433.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 1085px; height: 727px;" src="http://lampoon.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/dsc_21433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xnB5F4YUEp8&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xnB5F4YUEp8&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;">(Plastiscines)</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;">#when I brush my teeth</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;">#walking down the street</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;">#when I paint my lips</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;">#when I walk my dog</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;">#when I fall in love</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Just realize I'm a bitch all the time<br /></span></span>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-88086955856219141932010-06-25T15:56:00.004+02:002010-06-25T16:26:00.612+02:00I'd be safe and warm if I was inLA<img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/9ldc3b.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2m28k1s.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a> <img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2vi4lev.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /><img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/1604vhj.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /><br /><br /><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Me gusta la gente que vibra, que no hay que empujarla, que no hay que decirle que haga las cosas, sino que sabe lo que hay que hacer y que lo hace en menos tiempo de lo esperado.Me gusta la gente con capacidad para medir las consecuencias de sus acciones, la gente que no deja las soluciones al azar.Me gusta la gente estricta con su gente y consigo misma, pero que no pierda de vista que somos humanos y nos podemos equivocar.Me gusta la gente que piensa que el trabajo en equipo, entre amigos, produce más que los caóticos esfuerzos individuales.Me gusta la gente que sabe la importancia de la alegría.Me gusta la gente sincera y franca, capaz de oponerse con argumentos serenos y razonables.Me gusta la gente de criterio, la que no se avergüenza de reconocer que no sabe algo o que se equivocó.Me gusta la gente que al aceptar sus errores, se esfuerza genuinamente por no volver a cometerlos.Me gusta la gente capaz de criticarme constructivamente y de frente; a éstos los llamo mis amigos.Me gusta la gente fiel y persistente, que no fallece cuando de alcanzar objetivos e ideas se trata.Me gusta la gente que trabaja por resultados. Con gente como esa, me comprometo a lo que sea, ya que con haber tenido esa gente a mi lado </span><span style="font-size:100%;">me doy por bien retribuido.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;">Marina Pérez/Google/Hardtoexplain/Google</span><br /></p>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-12963650477943722232010-06-17T21:11:00.000+02:002010-06-17T21:12:30.904+02:00isabelli lucas<br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/244nyh3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a><br />mañana es verano tambien para los pichones del ceu!!!!!!!!!!bien!!!!!!!litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-5149187444854842422010-06-16T17:59:00.004+02:002010-06-16T19:45:06.059+02:00Vynil Riot<a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 689px; height: 452px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/rrl83s.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 673px; height: 441px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2jdqo3n.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 551px; height: 361px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/e66cuh.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 541px; height: 822px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/281vdzq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">Technicolor girls are always on the phone talking about their homes and the conversations continue endlessly. Technicolor boys, transistor radios blasting their treble tones and the arguments are disputed after school, in the parking lot as the teachers bend the rules.Patiently you waited for a courting boy's embrace,then everyone would know. But the letter jacket wasn't yours to own and it proves to be on temporary loan.And as they all grow older the truth will be understood, cause we never turn out the way we thought we would.<br /></div>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-38975419246332177322010-06-13T19:46:00.003+02:002010-06-13T20:16:00.481+02:00MIAMI<a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/29vkw11.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/b52jih.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/igvhaf.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2u769hk.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Party in the city where the heat is on, all night on the beach til the break of dawn</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Welcome to miami<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Anne Vyalitsyna for ELLE France</span></span><br /></span></span>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-90770533460579038282010-06-11T20:03:00.003+02:002010-06-11T20:22:08.030+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/258cw2c.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/9ulye0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Give me more loving than I’ve ever had, make me feel better when I’m feeling sad, tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not, make me feel good when I hurt so bad. Barely getting mad I’m so glad I found you, I love being around you, You make it easy...It's as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> There’s only one thing.To Do.Three words.For you.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> I love you</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" >LV/Unknown</span><br /><br /></div>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-47425706631381433062010-06-07T20:01:00.003+02:002010-06-07T20:07:39.565+02:00#20 When she grabs your hands, hold hers and play with her fingers.<br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 488px; height: 363px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/1zew9ih.png" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2eg790k.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 489px; height: 440px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/foipg5.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2mo5jdh.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/wwkwli.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><br />tom binns / marcio simnchlitttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-27670715459718493392010-06-06T01:13:00.002+02:002010-06-06T01:22:07.557+02:00#6 When she pushes or hits you, grab her tight & don’t let her go.<br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/28qq45y.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2vim64i.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a><br />you are beautiful, you are beautiful, it's true, i saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do, 'cause I'll never be with you...litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-14944803057996161792010-06-04T16:40:00.002+02:002010-06-04T16:41:15.499+02:00<span style="font-size:78%;">#twice</span><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 721px; height: 574px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2wdaezq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">miroslava mikheeva-duma</span>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-90687097881613863852010-05-31T19:34:00.005+02:002010-06-02T21:52:50.279+02:00<div>happy birthday to youuuu!!</div><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/9krsw6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; ">Passeig de Gràcia, Barcelona</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sara/Bego/Carmen</span></span></span></div>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-61425850580521719902010-05-28T11:20:00.001+02:002010-05-28T11:24:41.275+02:00Always good to review: Two for the road<a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2nc07y9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mark Wallace:</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">What kind of people just sit in a restaurant and don't say one word to each other?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Joanna Wallace:</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">Married people?</span></span>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-39784875957206012982010-05-23T00:13:00.004+02:002010-05-23T00:19:57.390+02:00# in dejà vu<br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/oh1lyv.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a><br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/29o5u6o.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a><br />mojitos en el piso<br />(sara/begoña/elena/carmen)litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-13383703483282896692010-05-17T22:00:00.003+02:002010-05-17T22:19:21.892+02:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; ">#12 When you see her walking, sneak up and hug her waist from behind.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "></span>a <img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/qn9su8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></div>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-67042273558165255832010-05-13T19:05:00.004+02:002010-05-13T21:09:56.584+02:00Paris Je t'aime<a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 854px; height: 569px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/vo7dd1.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 848px; height: 565px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/29gdfzb.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 849px; height: 566px;" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2u9h89g.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 846px; height: 564px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/nx6ss5.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 852px; height: 568px;" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/154ikuo.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;">El resto de vuestras vidas es mucho tiempo y lo sepáis o no, está tomando forma ahora mismo. Podéis elegir entre culpar al destino de vuestras circunstancias, o a la mala suerte, o a las malas decisiones que no tienen marcha atrás. Las cosas no siempre serán fáciles en el mundo real. Es así, pero casi siempre, recibes lo que das. Dejadme que os haga una pregunta: ¿Qué es peor: no obtener lo que siempre quisisteis o conseguirlo y descubrir que no es suficiente? El resto de vuestra vida está tomando forma ahora mismo. Con los sueños que perseguís, las decisiones que tomáis y la clase de persona que decidáis ser. El resto de vuestras vidas es mucho tiempo y empieza ahora mismo.</div>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-70034102052141457152010-05-11T18:39:00.001+02:002010-05-11T18:42:21.070+02:00Hello Brooklyn, hey LA.<br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/zwiats.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /></a><br />This city<br />Is so pretty<br />Under moonlit skies<br />We'll be hanging like a cigarette<br />So stunning<br />Start runnin'litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-11550134862521500492010-05-08T13:02:00.004+02:002010-05-08T13:10:49.937+02:00#32 Call her before you sleep and after you wake up.<br /><a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 739px; height: 707px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/30iu7vn.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /></a><br />(googleimages)litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774682957816763421.post-61716692467087983832010-05-05T18:31:00.005+02:002010-05-05T19:14:32.907+02:00Ciao bella!<a href="http://s987.photobucket.com/albums/ae360/litttledarling/?action=view&current=IMG_2450.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 886px; HEIGHT: 618px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i987.photobucket.com/albums/ae360/litttledarling/IMG_2450.jpg" width="941" height="649" /></a><br /><br />Alguien dijo una vez:<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">"Las buenas chicas son las que escriben diarios.Las malas nunca tienen tiempo.Yo... sólo quiero vivir una vida que vaya a recordar. Incluso si no la pongo por escrito.”<br /></span>litttledarlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818479614421634985noreply@blogger.com4