tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31246492939282790792011-04-21T12:41:48.164-07:00phiopsiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17355439698742443797noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124649293928279079.post-2254500861711224472007-08-28T19:51:00.000-07:002007-08-28T20:02:25.825-07:00De mis flores, la que más me gusta es la rojamarilla. Me recuerda como anochece, el sol ocultándose entre los edificios, se lo devora el mar... Estoy llena de deseos, quiero un lugar más caliente, quiero un té que no sea de sobrecito, quiero un disco que aún no se crea, quiero un amigo para llorar en serio, quiero que la gente hable directo, quiero que mi taquicardia no se vaya nunca, quiero que llegue mi <em>roommate</em> para darle un abrazote, quiero poner mi bar y escuchar música todo el tiempo, quiero que regrese ese aroma perdido entre mis recuerdos,<br /><br />quiero una flor blanca, llena de nada....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124649293928279079-225450086171122447?l=phiopsia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>phiopsiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17355439698742443797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124649293928279079.post-91407601424813151442007-08-26T09:48:00.000-07:002007-08-26T10:05:01.121-07:00I would like to write a happy something<br />I would like to watch you reading that happy something<br />I would like to smile while watching you reading that happy something<br /><br />All I long for is a Smile, whydoesittakesomuchtime?<br /><br />That's not true, I don't really long for a smile, I long for the smell of you over me.<br /> <br />But I don't really long for your smell, I long for the reaction of my body when perceiving that smell.<br /><br />I don't long anymore for you, or your smell or whatever it was.<br /><br />I long for the certainty of 'Who I Am'.....<br /><br />(It reminds me of a song, God Bless the Smashing P!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124649293928279079-9140760142481315144?l=phiopsia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>phiopsiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17355439698742443797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124649293928279079.post-22350164290562035062007-08-22T20:43:00.000-07:002007-08-22T21:24:56.888-07:00This gloomy night reminds me of THAT, whatever it was.<br /><br />I'm beginning to fear the rain that falls all over my ears whispering the dream I haven't dreamt yet,<br />the secrets that the wet sidewalk reflects, Oh! I don't really want to know about it.<br /><br /><br />I Miss the sunny cliffs of my life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3124649293928279079-2235016429056203506?l=phiopsia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>phiopsiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17355439698742443797noreply@blogger.com0