tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78955986388592804062011-04-22T01:23:28.079-03:00El cerebro consciente tiene poco que decir ..Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-25511067573469426492008-11-24T21:25:00.001-03:002008-11-24T21:28:09.771-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/SStGSV-2f8I/AAAAAAAAADE/9JsHhFa2lG0/s1600-h/anto+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272385069719650242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/SStGSV-2f8I/AAAAAAAAADE/9JsHhFa2lG0/s320/anto+026.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>He ahí la anto comiendose mi mano.. (dice y babea cuando la ve)</div><div> </div><div>Será que me he vuelto insensible a lo subjetivo </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-2551106757346942649?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-22422568347436453512008-05-06T13:58:00.003-04:002008-05-19T22:27:13.362-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/SCCefzraX-I/AAAAAAAAACA/RvppV4oKpRc/s1600-h/Viaje+a+los+andes+2007+249.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/SCCefzraX-I/AAAAAAAAACA/RvppV4oKpRc/s320/Viaje+a+los+andes+2007+249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197328239270977506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Amor de mentira<br />amor por un rato<br />amor por arto rato<br />amor del bueno<br />amor del malo<br />amor prohibido<br />amor oculto<br />amor solitario<br />amor aventurero<br />amor por querer<br />Tantos amores... =)<br /><br />y el de verdad??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-2242256834743645351?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-86437877598007310302008-03-27T11:39:00.003-03:002008-03-27T12:11:09.499-03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/R-u4vuwsOmI/AAAAAAAAABs/jXTLz3BhUPc/s1600-h/017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182438926365506146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/R-u4vuwsOmI/AAAAAAAAABs/jXTLz3BhUPc/s320/017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/R-u4MOwsOlI/AAAAAAAAABk/NOz7EkqiLs0/s1600-h/1+024.jpg"></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Tengo los recuerdos y momentos inolvidablemente hermosos y tristes,</div><div>tengo todas las palabras que hemos pronunciado, los gritos y los susurros al oido </div><div>tengo todos los besos y las caricias junto </div><div>las indiferencias y menosprecios, </div><div>tengo nuestros sueños y pesadillas</div><div>tengo cosas buenas y malas</div><div> </div><div>... Y nose como se equilibra esta balanza </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-8643787759800731030?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-29067971473246118312008-03-05T23:15:00.001-03:002008-03-05T23:21:35.520-03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/R89UhDa6yxI/AAAAAAAAABc/2Pzx8_ojzhc/s1600-h/-+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174447423702616850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/R89UhDa6yxI/AAAAAAAAABc/2Pzx8_ojzhc/s320/-+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-2906797147324611831?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-39816212420662547482008-01-29T13:23:00.001-03:002008-05-04T19:19:03.260-04:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/R59TcQ76nLI/AAAAAAAAABU/eOCMBo54C8I/s1600-h/paseo+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160935443037592754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/R59TcQ76nLI/AAAAAAAAABU/eOCMBo54C8I/s320/paseo+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Con mis hijos de 7 y 8 en el museo hualpen!</div><div>:D</div><div> </div><div>Esto debió haber sido antes.. o =/</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-3981621242066254748?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-18915482712560768602007-11-06T13:57:00.000-03:002007-11-06T15:11:20.445-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RzCq8PsiNvI/AAAAAAAAABM/J2iugKpgDc4/s1600-h/1181874223_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RzCq8PsiNvI/AAAAAAAAABM/J2iugKpgDc4/s320/1181874223_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129787927557191410" border="0" /></a><br />El amor a primera vista no funcionó en mi (8)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-1891548271256076860?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-12415552749450381172007-10-26T22:32:00.000-03:002007-11-07T14:38:04.134-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RyKWHPsiNtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LSlDmc2AJJI/s1600-h/15+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RyKWHPsiNtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LSlDmc2AJJI/s320/15+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125824377117619922" border="0" /></a> Un sentimiento compartido , donde se busca el bien común, una palabra de consuelo, una sonrisa franca .. un abrazo sincero...<br />porque la amistad no tiene color :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-1241555274945038117?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-28600872062948147042007-08-19T20:00:00.000-04:002007-11-06T13:42:07.840-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RsjcCA63ImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f3_BTHGAC6Q/s1600-h/naia+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100568505161818722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RsjcCA63ImI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f3_BTHGAC6Q/s320/naia+013.jpg" border="0" /></a>Y que se hace cuando falta por llenar un tiempo que solo se concentra en un segundo y desconcentra un minuto importante de la vida ... Qué?<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-2860087206294814704?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-51545770930736733232007-07-05T15:02:00.001-04:002007-11-20T11:04:25.490-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/Ro1AfFqtDoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EWjgKAihvyw/s1600-h/1+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083790457212571266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/Ro1AfFqtDoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EWjgKAihvyw/s320/1+022.jpg" border="0" /></a>El recuerdo no es real!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-5154577093073673323?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-34310393557159809442007-05-01T00:41:00.000-04:002007-10-28T18:35:22.662-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RyUAc_siNuI/AAAAAAAAABE/r0YUQHhaSG4/s1600-h/Dibujo.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RyUAc_siNuI/AAAAAAAAABE/r0YUQHhaSG4/s320/Dibujo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126504248965740258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p> </p><p> No se porké se cranean tanto para lograr entender lo que dice, si no publica la vida personal, aún asi es peor de que si lo hiciera, la imaginacion vuela hasta el infinito y no ven lo que es tán lógico, tantas veces.. tanto tiempo, y aun no entienden lo que fueron ...</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-3431039355715980944?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-29354167893834981472007-04-28T23:33:00.000-04:002007-04-28T23:38:24.039-04:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RjQS50e5BvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j1oG4FYjkcU/s1600-h/m+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058689065993963250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RjQS50e5BvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j1oG4FYjkcU/s320/m+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="www.fotolog.com/be_naya_start"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="www.fotolog.com/be_naya_start" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mi otro yo poko posero.. ken no po.. teniendo una hermana y primas que lo son, como me voi a kear atras xD </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-2935416789383498147?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895598638859280406.post-23594930279895406622007-04-15T17:22:00.000-04:002007-10-28T22:23:23.120-03:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RiKZlT0h0XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/O8oaH_9-iZU/s1600-h/1146790231_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053770598117921138" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RiKZlT0h0XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/O8oaH_9-iZU/s320/1146790231_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RiKYCT0h0WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k1C_aIZPYjU/s1600-h/x1pxOYwqu4SjF6KQ_B2wT4GOypw3tEDl4cLC_MYH8l_xe8ETwWtWfmiWim2HRM3tILCY8NMTd9RllU_hKeXYgmjiRGoVfVDHhu_w6m-0oGOqCJxdXcoM7-MXGIZ5_WXuOIbNbR-bOFBbWuCsMp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053768897310871906" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 2px; height: 3px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tHcSKR1H5sM/RiKYCT0h0WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k1C_aIZPYjU/s320/x1pxOYwqu4SjF6KQ_B2wT4GOypw3tEDl4cLC_MYH8l_xe8ETwWtWfmiWim2HRM3tILCY8NMTd9RllU_hKeXYgmjiRGoVfVDHhu_w6m-0oGOqCJxdXcoM7-MXGIZ5_WXuOIbNbR-bOFBbWuCsMp.jpg" border="0" height="139" width="100" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Como los borraxitos ke buscan su casa, porke saben ke tienen una... el problema... Dónde estaba??<em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.fotolog.com/be_naya_start"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 3px; height: 6px;" alt="" src="http://www.fotolog.com/be_naya_start" border="0" height="126" /></span></em></a></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895598638859280406-2359493027989540662?l=naiastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Naya!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234404744107349367noreply@blogger.com1