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8월 22일

CutEst CoUPleS

 
                       

DiLe


                                                        

 

¿Quién te va a querer como yo te quiero?(Como yo te quiero)        
¿Quién te va a adorar como yo te adoro?(Como yo te adoro)
¿Por qué tu no le dice que nos queremos?
Y que yo te toco, te beso, tu sabes que te vuelvo loco
Y acércate suave pa tenerme a mi 

¿Quién te va a querer como yo te quiero?
¿Quién te va a adorar como yo te adoro?
Ándale ve dile cuéntaselo todo 
Porque yo estoy débil pa decirle al mío   

Que tu me quieres que yo soy tu nena
La que te da alegría en tu pena
Que no te importa quedo la distancia
Vamo a curarnos juntos estas ansias

Nos conocimos los dos bailando
Mientras la música nos fue llevando
Y me pregunto hoy que hasta cuando 
Vamos a contarlo y nos seguimo amando

¿Por qué tu no le dices que nos queremos? (Nos Queremos)
Y que yo te toco, te beso, tu sabes que te vuelvo loco
Y acércate suave  pa tenerme a mí

Que tu me quieres y que yo soy tu nena
Y que todas las noches te pasas pensando en mi
No sé si es un castigo o una condena
No importa el que dirán si yo vivo pensando en ti 

Y dile que nos queremos (nos queremos)
Dile que te estoy amando (amando)
Dile que esto esta creciendo (creciendo)
Y que tu me esta buscando

Entonce al mío le diré
Que me perdone sé que le falle
Miles de veces su calor busque
Y la pasión en el no la encontré

¿Por qué tu no le dices que nos queremos? (Nos Queremos)
Y que yo te toco, te beso, tu sabes que te vuelvo loco
Y acércate suave pa tenerme a mí

¿Quién te va a querer como yo te quiero?       
¿Quién te va a adorar como yo te adoro?
Ándale ve dile cuéntaselo todo 
Porque yo estoy débil pa decirle al mío

Que tu me quieres y que yo soy tu nena
Y que todas las noches te pasas pensando en mi
No sé si es un castigo o una condena
No importa el que dirán si yo vivo pensando en ti

Y dile que nos queremos (nos queremos)
Que te estoy amando (amando)
Dile que esto esta creciendo (creciendo)
Y que tu me esta buscando

Entonce al mío le diré
Que me perdone sé que le falle
Miles de veces su calor busque
Y la pasión en el no la encontré

Colooooombia 
Queremos, Nos queremos
Eeh
Te toco, amando
Eeh eeeh
Te toco
Y acércate suave pa tenerme a mí
La diva
Eeh eeh
Queremos, Nos queremos
Noriega
Te toco, amando
Eeh eeh
Ivy Queen
Acércate suave pa tenerme a mí
Eeh                          



 

Responsabilidad

La raiz latina de la palabra "responsabilidad" desvela su significado: capacidad de responder, de reaccionar.
 
Un guerrero responsable ha sido capaz de observar y de entrenarse. Incluso ha sido capaz de ser "irresponsable".
A veces se dejo llevar por una situacion, y ni respondio ni reacciono.
 
Pero aprendio las lecciones; tomo una actitud, oyo un consejo, tuvo la humildad de aceptar ayuda.
 
Un guerrero responsable no es el que coloca sobre sus hombros el peso del mundo, sino aquel que aprendio a luchar contra los desafios del momento.

PaUlo CoELhO

Paulo Coelho was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, the city where he now lives. His own life has in many ways been as varied and unusual as the protagonists of his internationally acclaimed novels. Like them, Paulo Coelho has followed a dream in a quest for fulfillment. His own dream, to be a writer, met with frustration throughout much of his early adult life, a time in which he worked at various professions, some of them materially rewarding but spiritually unfulfilling. "I always knew," he says, "that my Personal Legend, to use a term from alchemy, was to write." He was 38 when he published his first book.

In 1970, after deciding that law school was not for him, he traveled through much of South America, North Africa, Mexico, and Europe. Returning to Brazil after two years, he began a successful career as popular songwriter. In 1974, he was imprisoned for a short time by the military dictatorship then ruling in Brazil. In 1980, he experienced one of the defining moments of his life: he walked the 500-plus mile Road of Santiago de Compostela in northwestern Spain. On this ancient highway, used for centuries by pilgrims from France to get to the cathedral said to house the remains of St. James, he achieved a self-awareness and a spiritual awakening that he later described in The Pilgrimage.

Paulo Coelho once said that following your dream is like learning a foreign language; you will make mistakes but you will get there in the end. In 1988, he published The Alchemist, a novel that explores this theme, and it launched him as an international bestselling author. Specifically, Paulo Coelho is recognized for his powerful storytelling technique and the profound spiritual insights he blends seamlessly into his parables. Since then, The Alchemist has sold more than 11 million copies worldwide and has been translated into some 41 languages. In addition to The Pilgrimage and The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho has written luminous novels about the different streams of our lives, including By The River Piedra I Sat Down & Wept, The Valkyries, The Fifth Mountain, and Veronika Decides to Die. A winner of numerous literary prizes, Paulo Coelho is also a prominent speaker for humanitarian causes. In 1999, he received a Crystal APaulo Coelho was born in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, the city where he now lives. His own life has in many ways been as varied and unusual as the protagonists of his internationally acclaimed novels. Like them, Paulo Coelho has followed a dream in a quest for fulfillment. His own dream, to be a writer, met with frustration throughout much of his early adult life, a time in which he worked at various professions, some of them materially rewarding but spiritually unfulfilling. "I always knew," he says, "that my Personal Legend, to use a term from alchemy, was to write." He was 38 when he published his first book.

In 1970, after deciding that law school was not for him, he traveled through much of South America, North Africa, Mexico, and Europe. Returning to Brazil after two years, he began a successful career as popular songwriter. In 1974, he was imprisoned for a short time by the military dictatorship then ruling in Brazil. In 1980, he experienced one of the defining moments of his life: he walked the 500-plus mile Road of Santiago de Compostela in northwestern Spain. On this ancient highway, used for centuries by pilgrims from France to get to the cathedral said to house the remains of St. James, he achieved a self-awareness and a spiritual awakening that he later described in The Pilgrimage.

Paulo Coelho once said that following your dream is like learning a foreign language; you will make mistakes but you will get there in the end. In 1988, he published The Alchemist, a novel that explores this theme, and it launched him as an international bestselling author. Specifically, Paulo Coelho is recognized for his powerful storytelling technique and the profound spiritual insights he blends seamlessly into his parables. Since then, The Alchemist has sold more than 11 million copies worldwide and has been translated into some 41 languages. In addition to The Pilgrimage and The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho has written luminous novels about the different streams of our lives, including By The River Piedra I Sat Down & Wept, The Valkyries, The Fifth Mountain, and Veronika Decides to Die. A winner of numerous literary prizes, Paulo Coelho is also a prominent speaker for humanitarian causes. In 1999, he received a Crystal A Award for Artistic Achievement at the Davos Economic Forum Conference.

7월 26일

AngElitos

Te recuerdo como eras en el último otoño.

Eras la boina gris y el corazón en calma.

En tus ojos peleaban las llamas del crepúsculo

Y las hojas caían en el agua de tu alma.

 

Apegada a mis brazos como una enredadera.

las hojas recogían tu voz lenta y en calma.

Hoguera de estupor en que mi sed ardía.

Dulce jacinto azul torcido sobre mi alma.

 

Siento viajar tus ojos y es distante el otoño:

boina gris, voz de pájaro y corazón de casa

hacia donde emigraban mis profundos anhelos

y caían mis besos alegres como brasas.

 

Cielo desde un navío. Campo desde los cerros.

Tu recuerdo es de luz, de humo, de estanque en calma!

Más allá de tus ojos ardían los crepúsculos.

Hojas secas de otoño giraban en tu alma.

 

gomez magda