tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41366545438310610232012-02-16T14:58:17.632-08:00Marina Carrizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359294315697629880noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136654543831061023.post-56445308262271773482007-08-19T22:34:00.000-07:002008-11-13T10:17:34.850-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPXNB0K8xV4/Rskp3Bt30eI/AAAAAAAAAvI/2vLVIKsGCF4/s1600-h/1081795070-0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100654078304178658" style="WIDTH: 674px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px" height="232" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPXNB0K8xV4/Rskp3Bt30eI/AAAAAAAAAvI/2vLVIKsGCF4/s320/1081795070-0001.jpg" width="674" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Hello everybody, well this is it, my dream come true, can you believe it? The Backstreet Boys are back, It's amazing!! Well I really hope they can visit Argentina, so I can experience their show, well my blog friends, I just want to share the surprise with you, I'm expecting your comments, and here is their new song Unconsolable...</span></strong></div><br /><div>I close the door<br />Like so many times, so many times before<br />Filmed like a scene on the cutting room floor<br />I'm gonna let you walk away tonight<br />Without a word<br />I try to sleep, yeah<br />But the clock is stuck on thoughts of you and me<br />A thousand more regrets unraveling, ohh<br />If you were here right now, I swear<br />I'd tell you this<br />Baby I don't want to waste another day<br />Keeping it inside it's killing me<br />Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you, to you<br />I'm wishing I could find the words to say<br />Baby I would tell you every time you leave<br />I'm inconsolable<br />I climb the walls, yeah<br />I can see the edge but I can't take the fall, no<br />I never write the number<br />So I cannot make the call<br />Maybe 'cause I know you'll always be with me<br />In the possibilities<br />Baby I don't want to waste another day<br />Keeping it inside it 's killing me<br />Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you, to you<br />I'm wishing I could find the words to say<br />Baby I would tell you every time you leave<br />I'm inconsolable<br />No no no<br />I don't want to be like this<br />I just want to let you know<br />Everything that I hold in<br />Is everything I can't let go<br />Can't let go, yeah<br />Cause baby I don't want to waste another day<br />Keeping it inside, it's killing me<br />Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you, to you<br />I'm wishing I could find the words to say<br />Baby I would tell you every time you leave<br />I'm inconsolable<br />Don't you know it baby<br />I don't want to waste another day<br />I'm wishing I could find the words to say<br />Baby I would tell you every time you leave<br />I'm inconsolable<br />Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh<br />I'm inconsolable, woah yeah<br />I'm incolsolable, yeah</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4136654543831061023-5644530826227177348?l=topmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marina Carrizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359294315697629880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136654543831061023.post-53941262638594999652007-01-31T22:42:00.000-08:002008-11-13T10:17:35.005-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPXNB0K8xV4/RcGMo0BUGQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MJ_8h7WBdEM/s1600-h/Picture+59.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026453291908995330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPXNB0K8xV4/RcGMo0BUGQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MJ_8h7WBdEM/s320/Picture+59.jpg" border="0" /></a> Saludos a todos mis amigos/as bloggeros, les cuento que soy Marina (Mona o Monkey mi apodo)de Córdoba Capital, Argentina, tengo 20 años... para 21 !! si si el 15 de febrero asi que quiero ver sus comments saludandome!! jaja.<br />Este es mi segundo blog, a decir verdad. Lo interesante es que comence uno totalmente nuevo porque creo que a veces uno necesita renovarse!! En ese sentido yo estoy tratando de hacerlo en todos los ambitos de mi vida... Espero tener suerte!!! Mientras tanto les doy la bienvenida a este blog que se llama What a wonderful world, porque no me digan que no es cierto... vivimos en un mundo maravilloso, y espero disfruten mis post y compartan conmigo sus opiniones...<br />Los quiero!!!<br /><br />Hi to all my blogger friends!, I'm Marina (Mona or Monkey my nickname), from Argentina - Cordoba city. I'm 20 to 21.. yeah!! on February the 15 th, so I wanna see your comments saying Happy birthday!! jeje :P.<br />To be sincere, this is my second blog. The most interesting is that I just started this totally new because I truly think that we need some kind of renovation frequently. In that sense I'm trying to extend it to all my life's field... I hope to be lucky!!! Meanwhile, I just wanna welcome to this blog, it's called What a wonderful world, because you can't deny that... we live in a wonderful world, I wish you can enjoy my post and could share with me your opinions and points of view!!<br />Love ya!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4136654543831061023-5394126263859499965?l=topmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marina Carrizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359294315697629880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136654543831061023.post-74832429406263519592007-01-31T22:22:00.000-08:002008-11-13T10:17:35.272-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPXNB0K8xV4/RcGJYUBUGPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eLkuittbuQg/s1600-h/tomate.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026449709906270450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pPXNB0K8xV4/RcGJYUBUGPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eLkuittbuQg/s320/tomate.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>QUE DISPARATE !!!!!!!!!!!! </strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong><br />¡Ay!¡Qué disparate!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>¡Se mató un tomate!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>¿Quieren que les cuente?</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Se arrojó en la fuente </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Sobre la ensalada recién preparada. </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Su rojo vestido,todo descocido,</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Cayó haciendo arrugas al mar de lechugas. </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Su amigo el zapallo corrió como un rayo </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>pidiendo de urgencia por una asistencia.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Vino el doctor Ajo y remedios trajo.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Llamó a la carrera a Sal, la enfermera.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Después de secarlo quisieron salvarlo,</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>pero no hubo caso: ¡estaba en pedazos!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Preparó el entierro la agencia "Los Puerros".</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>y fué mucha gente...¿quieren que les cuente? </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Llegó muy doliente Papa,el presidente </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>del club de Verduras,para dar lectura </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>de un "verso al tomate"(otro disparate) </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>mientras, de perfil el gran perejil </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>hablando bajito con un rabanito.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>También el laurel (de luna de miel con doña nabiza)</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>regresó de prisa </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>en su nuevo yate por ver al tomate.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Acaba la historia:</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>ocho zanahorias y un alcaucil viejo</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>forman el cortejo con diez berenjenas</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>de verdes melenas </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>sobre una carroza </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>bordada de rosas.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Choclos musiqueros </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>con negros sombreros</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>tocan violines,quenas y flautines,</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>y dos ajíes sordos</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>y espárragos gordos</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>con negras camisas</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>cantaron la misa.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>El diario "ESPINACA"la noticia saca.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>HOY, QUE DISPARATE! </strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>¡SE MATO UN TOMATE!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Al leer, la cebolla llora en su olla.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Una remolacha se puso borracha.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>-¡Me importa un comino!-</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>dijo don Pepino...y no habló la acelga</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>(estaba de huelga)</strong></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4136654543831061023-7483242940626351959?l=topmonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marina Carrizohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10359294315697629880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136654543831061023.post-33009411939169707672007-01-27T22:17:00.000-08:002008-11-13T10:17:35.424-08:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPXNB0K8xV4/Rbw_7EBUGNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LnjkxtGMFRg/s1600-h/Que+mona008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 731px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pPXNB0K8xV4/Rbw_7EBUGNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LnjkxtGMFRg/s400/Que+mona008.jpg" width="481" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Beautiful isn't it? Well... this is a short story... I was at home totally bored, when I decided to go at a pretty city called "La Calera" to visit a great friend of mine, more or less at eight o'clock p.m, I arrived there at night of course, and I enjoyed a lot, but the best thing happened when my friend and his family invited me to stay until next afternoon... Well... I couldn't refuse that kind of invitation!! So I stayed in. Next morning we went to "Dique Mal Paso", It was fucking amazing!!... So quiet... so nice and peaceful.!! I can't complain about anything because everything was so perfect!!. Just look that picture and give me your opinion!!! Espectacular !! 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