tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36674119288519522612011-07-30T07:28:09.942-07:00I’m a Little Bit of Everything, All Roled Into Oneojos.color.cafehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158810298530665165noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667411928851952261.post-17039885823565435402010-01-22T10:53:00.000-08:002010-01-22T11:11:43.615-08:00<div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-eZzv7OVkSk/S1n3_-HJ-MI/AAAAAAAAADs/dIVwL5VzYF8/s1600-h/3amor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429643504148674754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-eZzv7OVkSk/S1n3_-HJ-MI/AAAAAAAAADs/dIVwL5VzYF8/s320/3amor.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />I finally found someone, who knocks me off my feet<br />I finally found the one, who makes me feel complete<br />We started over coffee, we started out as friends<br />It's funny how from simple things, the best things begin<br /><br />This time it's different, dah dah dah dah<br />It's all because of you, dah dah dah dah<br />It's better than it's ever been<br />'Cause we can talk it through<br />Oohh, my favorite line was "Can I call you sometime?"<br />It's all you had to say to take my breath away<br /><br />This is it, oh, I finally found someone<br />Someone to share my life<br />I finally found the one, to be with every night<br />'Cause whatever I do, it's just got to be you<br />My life has just begun<br />I finally found someone, ooh, someone<br />I finally found someone, oooh<br /><br />Did I keep you waiting, I didn't mind<br />I apologize, baby, that's fine<br />I would wait forever just to know you were mine<br />And I love your hair, sure it looks right<br />I love what you wear, isn't it too tight?<br />You're exceptional, I can't wait for the rest of my life<br /><br />This is it, oh, I finally found someone<br />Someone to share my life<br />I finally found the one, to be with every night<br />'Cause whatever I do, it's just got to be you<br />My life has just begun<br />I finally found someone, ooh, someone<br />I finally found someone, oooh<br /><br />Whatever I do, it's just got to be you<br />My life has just begun<br />I finally found someone</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667411928851952261-1703988582356543540?l=ojoscolorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ojos.color.cafehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158810298530665165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3667411928851952261.post-26242172861311836372008-03-26T21:34:00.000-07:002010-01-22T11:19:15.433-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-eZzv7OVkSk/S1n6LWQAugI/AAAAAAAAAEE/81mYVd-pXmM/s1600-h/333.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429645898630085122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-eZzv7OVkSk/S1n6LWQAugI/AAAAAAAAAEE/81mYVd-pXmM/s320/333.jpg" /></a><br /><div>El joven e impaciente guerrero jamas habia perdido una lucha. Conocia la reputacion del samurai y fue hasta alli para derrotarlo y aumentar su fama. Todos los estudiantes se manifestaron en contra de la idea, pero el viejo acepto el desafio. Juntos, todos se dirigieron a la plaza de la ciudad y el joven comenzo a insultar al anciano maestro. Arrojo algunas piedras en su direccion, le escupio en la cara, le grito todos los insultos conocidos ofendiendo incluso a sus ancestros. Durante horas hizo todo por porvocarlo, pero el viejo permanecio impasible. Al final de la tarde, sintiendose ya exhausto y humillado, el impetuoso guerrero se retiro. Desilusionados por el hecho de que el maestro aceptara tantos insultos y provocaciones, los alumnos le preguntaron:- ¿Como pudiste, maestro, soportar tanta indignidad? ¿Por que no usaste tu espada, aun sabiendo que podias perder la lucha, en vez de mostrarte cobarde delante de todos nosotros? - Si alguien llega hasta ustedes con un regalo y ustedes no lo aceptan, a quien pertenece el obsequio? - pregunto el Samurai.- A quien intento entregarlo - respondio uno de los alumnos.- Lo mismo vale para la envidia, la rabia y los insultos - dijo el maestro -Cuando no se aceptan, continuan perteneciendo a quien los llevaba consigo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3667411928851952261-2624217286131183637?l=ojoscolorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ojos.color.cafehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18158810298530665165noreply@blogger.com1