tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36590311953765077882012-02-16T09:17:10.930-03:00*Mello17Emanuel Herrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01696174177523153044noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659031195376507788.post-29993516418704854792010-09-20T23:43:00.004-03:002010-09-21T00:00:56.030-03:00Talking<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Modulo Básico:</span><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span>Tres <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">brujas miran tres relojes</span> Swatch. ¿Cuál bruja mira cual reloj?</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><ul><li><span>En inglés: </span></li></ul><span></span></div><span> </span><span>Three witches watch three Swatch watches. Which witch watch which Swatch watch? </span><span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Modulo Avanzado</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">:</span><br /></div><span>Tres brujas 'travestis' miran los botones de tres relojes Swatch. ¿Cuál bruja travesti mira los botones de c<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ual reloj </span>Swatch?<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><ul><li><span>En inglés:</span></li></ul><span></span><div style="text-align: left;">Three switched witches watch three Swatch watch <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">switches</span>. Which switched witch <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">watch </span>which Swatch watch switch?<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Modulo Maestre</span></span>:<br /></div><span><br />Tres brujas suecas transexuales miran los botones de tres relojes Swatch suizos.<br />¿Cuál bruja sueca transexual mira cual bo<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">tón</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span>de cual reloj Swatch suizo?<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><ul><li><span>En <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">inglés</span>: </span></li></ul><span></span></div><span>Three Swedish switched witches watch three Swiss Swatch watch switches. Which Swedish switched wit<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ch</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">wa</span>tch which Swiss Swatch watch switch? </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Andate a la <span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">suietche</span> que te <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">uicheoss</span>"</span></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659031195376507788-2999351641870485479?l=mello17.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emanuel Herrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01696174177523153044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659031195376507788.post-37261954188941095012010-09-20T00:49:00.001-03:002010-09-20T01:11:17.814-03:00Bien Frapé<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.jssgallery.org/Paintings/Madame_X_Studies/Madame_Gautreau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="http://www.jssgallery.org/Paintings/Madame_X_Studies/Madame_Gautreau.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: small;">Che "madame" que parlás en francés y tirás ventolín a dos manos, que escabiás copetín bien frapé y tenés gigoló bién bacán... Sos un biscuit de pestañas muy arqueadas... <i>Muñeca brava</i> bien cotizada. ¡Sos del Trianón... del Trianón de Villa Crespo... Milonguerita, juguete de ocasión...<br /><br />Tenés un camba que te hacen gustos y veinte abriles que son diqueros, y muy repleto tu monedero pa´ patinarlo de Norte a Sud... Te baten todos <i>Muñeca Brava </i>porque a los giles mareás sin grupo, pa´ mi sos siempre la que no supo guardar un cacho de amor y juventud.</span><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Campaneá la ilusión que se va y embrocá tu silueta de rango, y si el llanto te viene a buscar escurrí tu dolor y reí... Meta champán que la vida se te escapa, Muñeca Brava, flor de pecado... Cuando llegués al final de tu carrera, tus primaveras verás languidecer. </span></i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"></div><a name='more'></a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">- </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">"</span>la vida es una herida absurda<span style="color: #134f5c;">,</span> y es todo<span style="color: #134f5c;">,</span> todo<span style="color: #134f5c;">,</span> tan fugaz<span style="color: #134f5c;">,</span> que es una curda <span style="color: #134f5c;">-</span> nada más<span style="color: #134f5c;">!-</span> mi confesión<span style="color: #134f5c;">!..."</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"></span></span></i><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">-</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659031195376507788-3726195418894109501?l=mello17.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emanuel Herrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01696174177523153044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659031195376507788.post-48517110085376086112010-09-20T00:30:00.000-03:002010-09-20T00:30:29.111-03:00<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bbv_vXBZxPA/TJbSJY57nJI/AAAAAAAAACs/ttw_pGYf-W4/s640/100_2670.JPG" width="640" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mas peligroso que acelerar, es la <span style="color: red;">inercia</span>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bbv_vXBZxPA/TJbUQqzQbSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PEj7_9WWxsY/s320/100_2667.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bbv_vXBZxPA/TJbUUOiVXdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mc2US-n0QHM/s1600/100_2668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bbv_vXBZxPA/TJbUUOiVXdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mc2US-n0QHM/s200/100_2668.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659031195376507788-4851711008537608611?l=mello17.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emanuel Herrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01696174177523153044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659031195376507788.post-10308219893651743562009-04-03T00:38:00.003-03:002010-09-19T23:50:07.201-03:00<div id="lyrics" style="text-align: right;"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">she said don't worry baby i'll do my own crying <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">i'm a</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">big girl now now</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">i'm</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> gonna be okay yes i'll find a new way of living you know i will. and you lie</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">there without sleeping</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and you stare at your wall and you realize you're not weeping you don't need her anymore. you say don't hate me baby it won't hurt you if you do you got not reason not to she'll kiss you on the head says there's no easy road for leaving if it </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">hurts you too. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and you lie there without sleeping and you stare at your wall and you realize you're not weeping you don't need her anymore. you walk by the old place looks like just any other place yeah that's what you say you say i'll be okay yes i'll find a new way of living sure i will. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">nd you lie</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">there without sleeping and you stare at your wall and you realize you're not weeping you don't need her anymore. and you realize you're not weeping 'cause you don't need her anymore you</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">guess that it<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">'</span>s over</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span> </span></span></span></span></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659031195376507788-1030821989365174356?l=mello17.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emanuel Herrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01696174177523153044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659031195376507788.post-9597082270465335862009-02-28T02:19:00.002-02:002009-02-28T02:29:50.078-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bbv_vXBZxPA/Sai7plFdunI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1vv_GQWuULM/s1600-h/100_1268.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bbv_vXBZxPA/Sai7plFdunI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1vv_GQWuULM/s320/100_1268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307698483860191858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">De</span> tanto <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">seguir tus <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">pasos,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> de</span> tanto buscarte entre las calles de <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">tarde</span> cuando empieza a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">enrojecer </span>el barrio<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">, </span></span>te encuentro e igual te sigo buscando. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Quiero verte al sol</span></span>, echada ver cómo <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">transitan </span>por tus ojos el cielo, algunas nubes, la ciudad, el tiempo, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">la nada</span></span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">el día</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">tus pensamientos</span></span>. No legislen más mi vida Todas mis ideas, mis creencias, se<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> chocan y se <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">anulan</span></span> entre sí, No hay caso <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">todos </span></span></span>tenemos los <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">pies de barro</span>. Yo te voy a seguir <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">sin plazos.</span> Siempre vas a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">verme acariciando</span></span></span> las cosas que no se dieron jamás, Deseo: motor que no detiene su fuego! Más sabés del <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">mundo</span>, más te lastima, Voy a usar tus <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">piernas</span> como <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">guarida</span>. Ya pega la<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> lluvia </span></span></span></span>en mi tejado, dame de refugio tu cuerpo blanco que me quedo a vivir allí, me quedo a vivir <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">allí..</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3659031195376507788-959708227046533586?l=mello17.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emanuel Herrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01696174177523153044noreply@blogger.com0