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plan'/><category term='Rubio Paulina'/><category term='Juanes y Nelly Furtado'/><category term='Zac Efron y Vanesa Hudgens'/><category term='Snow Patrol'/><title type='text'>Lori's songs...</title><subtitle type='html'>Mis canciones, tus canciones, las canciones de todos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5116603897003025836</id><published>2011-07-19T15:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:48:21.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile - Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>Smile, though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you smile&lt;br /&gt;With your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile &lt;br /&gt;If you just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You'll get by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you smile&lt;br /&gt;Through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jpb-K4uDzaQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div 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Jackson'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jpb-K4uDzaQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-3022873355457204258</id><published>2010-05-03T23:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:40:34.828+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zahara'/><title type='text'>Chica Pop - Zahara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tuttogratis.es/img/fotogallery/7/217/audrey_hepburn_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 477px;" src="http://www.tuttogratis.es/img/fotogallery/7/217/audrey_hepburn_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Cumpleaños...&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día que quiso parar&lt;br /&gt;siguió bañada en diamantes&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo quería pasar&lt;br /&gt;en roma sus vacaciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella es una chica pop&lt;br /&gt;frágil como Marilyn por Warhol&lt;br /&gt;se llamaba Edda Kathleen&lt;br /&gt;era un cuatro de mayo&lt;br /&gt;y girar&lt;br /&gt;gritar!!&lt;br /&gt;y tratar de olvidar que&lt;br /&gt;tiene una casa sin vistas&lt;br /&gt;y tratar de olvidar que&lt;br /&gt;tiene una casa sin vistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no puede evitar fumar&lt;br /&gt;su piel son colores quemados&lt;br /&gt;te mira y no sabe mirar&lt;br /&gt;se pega como tierra mojada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella es una chica pop&lt;br /&gt;atrapada en papel fotográfico&lt;br /&gt;se entretiene con mirar a través del cristal&lt;br /&gt;y girar&lt;br /&gt;gritar!!&lt;br /&gt;y tratar de olvidar que&lt;br /&gt;tiene una casa sin vistas…&lt;br /&gt;y tratar de olvidar que&lt;br /&gt;tiene una casa sin vistas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PszxkWIaaUc&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PszxkWIaaUc&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-3022873355457204258?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-8108580538328998366</id><published>2009-11-12T22:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:26:00.262+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>Por todos los recuerdos que me trae esta canción...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;All my troubles seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks as though they're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not half to man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadow hanging over me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday came suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Why she had to go I don't know&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;I said something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now I long for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Love was such an easy game to play&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Why she had to go I don't know&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't say&lt;br /&gt;I said something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now I long for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Love was such an easy game to play&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/COLbULs08EQ&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/COLbULs08EQ&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-8481534417916287097</id><published>2009-04-05T16:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:14:46.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away...</title><content type='html'>This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I love you &lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along &lt;br /&gt;And I miss you &lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long &lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me &lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go &lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if &lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGTy69tO_XM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8481534417916287097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2009/04/far-away.html' title='Far Away...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6719704037841506132</id><published>2009-01-04T17:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:24:16.829+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tunstall KT'/><title type='text'>Throw me a rope</title><content type='html'>I want you between me and the feeling i get when i miss you, &lt;br /&gt;but everything here's telling me i should be fine, &lt;br /&gt;so why is it so, it bothers below that im missing you every time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got used to you whispering things to me into the evening, &lt;br /&gt;we followed the sun, and it's colours, and left this world, &lt;br /&gt;it seems to me, that i'm definately, hearing the best that i've heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throw me a rope, to hold me in place, &lt;br /&gt;show me a clock, for counting my days, down, &lt;br /&gt;cos' everythings easier when you're beside me, &lt;br /&gt;come back and find me, &lt;br /&gt;'cause I feel alone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever you go it's like holding my breath under water. &lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I kinda like it when I do, &lt;br /&gt;oh but I got to be, unconditionally, &lt;br /&gt;unafraid of my days without you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throw me a rope, to hold me in place &lt;br /&gt;show me a clock for counting my days down, &lt;br /&gt;'cause everything's easier when you're beside me, &lt;br /&gt;come back and find me, &lt;br /&gt;whenever I'm falling, you're always behind me, &lt;br /&gt;come back and find me... &lt;br /&gt;'cause everythings easier when you're beside me, &lt;br /&gt;come back and find me&lt;br /&gt;'cause i feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSkmtJfu3WY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSkmtJfu3WY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6719704037841506132?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6719704037841506132/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6719704037841506132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6719704037841506132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6719704037841506132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2009/01/throw-me-rope.html' title='Throw me a rope'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-8530997912172262322</id><published>2008-12-20T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:44:22.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabrera Ryan'/><title type='text'>On the way down...</title><content type='html'>Sick and Tired of this world&lt;br /&gt;There's no more air&lt;br /&gt;Trippin' over myself&lt;br /&gt;Goin' nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating&lt;br /&gt;No direction&lt;br /&gt;And I took a dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the way down&lt;br /&gt;I saw you&lt;br /&gt;And you saved me&lt;br /&gt;From myself&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;The way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;On the way down&lt;br /&gt;Almost fell right through&lt;br /&gt;But I held onto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering why&lt;br /&gt;It's only me&lt;br /&gt;Have you always been inside&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;On my face&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and yeah, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause on the way down&lt;br /&gt;I saw you&lt;br /&gt;And you saved me&lt;br /&gt;From myself&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;The way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;On the way down&lt;br /&gt;Almost fell right through&lt;br /&gt;But I held onto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of going under&lt;br /&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;Feels like nothing, no, nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;You're all I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;You're all I needed&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;You're all I wanted&lt;br /&gt;You're all I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget the way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;All that I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down&lt;br /&gt;I saw you&lt;br /&gt;And you saved me&lt;br /&gt;From myself&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;The way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;On the way down&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell right through&lt;br /&gt;But I held onto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;But I held onto you&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;But I held onto you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZNos9hDgHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZNos9hDgHo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Ryan Cabrera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-8530997912172262322?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/8530997912172262322/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=8530997912172262322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8530997912172262322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8530997912172262322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-way-down.html' title='On the way down...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-8926927736317896385</id><published>2008-11-22T21:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:32:18.972+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balbino'/><title type='text'>Venezuela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/SSh5-T4rTbI/AAAAAAAACto/HV0dsZnyPi4/s1600-h/Venezuela2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271597475234008498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/SSh5-T4rTbI/AAAAAAAACto/HV0dsZnyPi4/s320/Venezuela2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Llevo tu luz y tu aroma en mi piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y el cuatro en el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Llevo en mi sangre la espuma del mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y tu horizonte en mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No envidio el vuelo ni el nido al Turpial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Soy como el viento en la mies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Siento al Caribe como a una mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;soy así, ¿qué voy a hacer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Soy desierto, selva, nieve y volcán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y al andar dejo mi estela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;el rumor del llano en una canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;que me desvela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;La mujer que quiero tiene que ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;corazón, fuego y espuelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;con la piel tostada como una flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ezu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Con tu paisaje y mis sueños me iré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;por esos mundos de Dios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y tus recuerdos al atardecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me harán más corto el camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Entre tus playas quedó mi niñez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tendida al viento y al sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y esa nostalgia que sube a mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sin querer se hizo canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De los montes quiero la inmensidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y del río, la acuarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y de ti, de ti los hijos que sembrarán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nuevas estrellas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y si un día tengo que naufragar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y el tifón rompe mis velas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;enterrad mi cuerpo cerca del mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;en &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ezu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Artist: Balbino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hEh5bd9ux-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hEh5bd9ux-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/azules/music/MBpsHQD6/balbino_venezuela/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezuela - Balbino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-8926927736317896385?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/8926927736317896385/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=8926927736317896385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8926927736317896385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8926927736317896385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/11/venezuela.html' title='Venezuela'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/SSh5-T4rTbI/AAAAAAAACto/HV0dsZnyPi4/s72-c/Venezuela2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-4366599830752936835</id><published>2008-11-17T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:33.061+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juanes'/><title type='text'>Volverte a ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO5rolOk9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Nc8hh_Ew-wI/s1600-h/Juanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054087366118904786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO5rolOk9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Nc8hh_Ew-wI/s200/Juanes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Daría lo que fuera por volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;Daría hasta mi vida y mi fusil, mis botas y mi fe&lt;br /&gt;Por eso en la trinchera de mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos son mi luz y tu esplendor mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si no fuera por ti yo no podría vivir&lt;br /&gt;En el vacío de estos días de no saber&lt;br /&gt;Y si no fuera por ti yo no sería feliz&lt;br /&gt;Como lo soy cuando con tus besos me veo partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Y es que sólo con saber que al regresar&lt;br /&gt;Tu esperarás por mí&lt;br /&gt;Aumentan los latidos de mi corazón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver es todo lo que quiero hacer&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver para poderme reponer&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti mi vida yo no soy feliz&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti mi vida no tiene raíz&lt;br /&gt;Ni una razón para vivir&lt;br /&gt;lo único que quiero es poder regresar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder todas las balas esquivar y sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor es mi esperanza y tú mi munición&lt;br /&gt;Por eso regresar a ti es mi única misión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si no fuera por ti yo no podría vivir&lt;br /&gt;En el vac ío de estos días de no saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si no fuera por ti yo no sería feliz&lt;br /&gt;Como lo soy cuando con tus besos me veo partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que solo con saber que al regresar&lt;br /&gt;Tu esperarás por mi&lt;br /&gt;Aumentan los latidos de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver es todo lo que quiero hacer&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver para poderme reponer&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti mi vida yo no soy feliz&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti mi vida no tiene raíz&lt;br /&gt;Ni una razón para vivir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres todo lo que tengo&lt;br /&gt;Y no me quiero morir&lt;br /&gt;sin poder otra vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti mi vida yo no soy feliz&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti mi vida no tiene raíz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver es todo lo que quiero hacer&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver para poderme reponer&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti mi vida yo no soy feliz&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti mi vida no tiene raíz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni una razón para vivir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Artist: Juanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4366599830752936835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4366599830752936835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/11/volverte-ver.html' title='Volverte a ver'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO5rolOk9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Nc8hh_Ew-wI/s72-c/Juanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-4393885768677887813</id><published>2008-09-14T23:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:38:19.271+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cranberries'/><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>Another head hangs lowly, &lt;br /&gt;Child is slowly taken. &lt;br /&gt;And the violence caused such silence, &lt;br /&gt;Who are we mistaken? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, it's not me, it's not my family. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they are fighting, &lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs, &lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are crying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie, &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, &lt;br /&gt;In your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie? &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mother's breakin', &lt;br /&gt;Heart is taking over. &lt;br /&gt;When the vi'lence causes silence, &lt;br /&gt;We must be mistaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they're still fighting, &lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs, &lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are dying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie, &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, &lt;br /&gt;In your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie? &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyp5we2ySDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyp5we2ySDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: The Cranberries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-4393885768677887813?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4393885768677887813/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=4393885768677887813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4393885768677887813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4393885768677887813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/09/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1572177837391834239</id><published>2008-07-16T15:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:22:10.538+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nickelback'/><title type='text'>How you remind me</title><content type='html'>Never made it as a wise man &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin' &lt;br /&gt;Tired of livin' like a blind man &lt;br /&gt;I'm sick inside without a sense of feelin &lt;br /&gt;And this is how you remind me...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is how you remind me &lt;br /&gt;Of what I really am &lt;br /&gt;This is how you remind me &lt;br /&gt;Of what I really am&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's not like you to say sorry &lt;br /&gt;I was waiting on a different story &lt;br /&gt;This time I'm mistaken &lt;br /&gt;For handing you a heart worth breakin' &lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong, I've been down &lt;br /&gt;To the bottom of every bottle &lt;br /&gt;Despite words in my head &lt;br /&gt;Scream "Are we having fun yet?" &lt;br /&gt;Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like you didn't know that &lt;br /&gt;I said I love you and I swear I still do &lt;br /&gt;It must have been so bad &lt;br /&gt;Cause living with me must have damn near killed you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you remind me &lt;br /&gt;Of what I really am &lt;br /&gt;This is how you remind me &lt;br /&gt;Of what I really am &lt;br /&gt;It's not like you to say sorry &lt;br /&gt;I was waiting on a different story &lt;br /&gt;This time I'm mistaken &lt;br /&gt;For handing you a heart worth breakin' &lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong, I've been down &lt;br /&gt;To the bottom of every bottle &lt;br /&gt;Despite words in my head &lt;br /&gt;Scream "Are we having fun yet?" &lt;br /&gt;Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never made is as a wise man &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing &lt;br /&gt;And this is how you remind me &lt;br /&gt;This is how you remind me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you remind me &lt;br /&gt;Of what I really am &lt;br /&gt;This is how you remind me &lt;br /&gt;Of what I really am &lt;br /&gt;It's not like you to say sorry &lt;br /&gt;I was waiting on a different story &lt;br /&gt;This time I'm mistaken &lt;br /&gt;For handing you a heart worth breakin' &lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong, I've been down &lt;br /&gt;To the bottom of every bottle &lt;br /&gt;Despite words in my head &lt;br /&gt;Scream "Are we having fun yet?" &lt;br /&gt;Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/s7zeZ7jPJI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/s7zeZ7jPJI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jmielyn/music/IW8h3oB8/nickelback_how_you_remind_me/"&gt;How you remind me - Nickelback&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Nickelback&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1572177837391834239?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1572177837391834239/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1572177837391834239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1572177837391834239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1572177837391834239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-you-remind-me.html' title='How you remind me'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6031372846167527789</id><published>2008-06-13T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:43:30.920+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas Brothers'/><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>Told you I made dinner plans&lt;br /&gt;You and me and no one else&lt;br /&gt;That don't include your crazy friends&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm done&lt;br /&gt;With awkward situation's empty &lt;br /&gt;conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh This is an S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna second guess&lt;br /&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all for you&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart's in two&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find the other half&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm walking on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Better believe I bled&lt;br /&gt;It's a call I'll never get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;A conversation on IM&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm done with texting&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the miscommunication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh This is an S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna second guess&lt;br /&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all for you&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart's in two&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find the other half&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm walking on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Better believe I bled&lt;br /&gt;It's a call I'll never get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I see you&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you a high five&lt;br /&gt;Cuz hugs are overrated just FYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh This is an S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna second guess&lt;br /&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all for you&lt;br /&gt;now my heart's in two&lt;br /&gt;Oohh This is an S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna second guess&lt;br /&gt;This is the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all for you&lt;br /&gt;now my heart's in two&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find the other half&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm walking on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;better believe I bled&lt;br /&gt;It's a call I'll never get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YEoKWp3KWu/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YEoKWp3KWu/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/stargurl45/music/apI3eXvA/jonas_brothers_sos/"&gt;S.O.S. - Jonas Brothers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Jonas Brothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6031372846167527789?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6031372846167527789/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6031372846167527789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6031372846167527789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6031372846167527789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/06/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2992672425282929148</id><published>2008-05-31T17:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:31:57.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Warwick avenue</title><content type='html'>When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the entrance of the tube&lt;br /&gt;We can talk things over a little time&lt;br /&gt;But promise me you wont step out of line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Please drop the past and be true&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think we’re okay&lt;br /&gt;Just because I’m here&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me bad but I won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving you for the last time baby&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re loving,&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been confused&lt;br /&gt;Outta my mind lately piss on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re loving,&lt;br /&gt;But I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’ve hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;We’ll spend an hour but no more than two&lt;br /&gt;Our only chance to speak once more&lt;br /&gt;I showed you the answers, now here’s the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you baby that we’re through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving you for the last time baby&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re loving,&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been confused&lt;br /&gt;An outta my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re loving,&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, &lt;br /&gt;Baby you’ve hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days spent together&lt;br /&gt;I wished for better,&lt;br /&gt;*But* I didn’t want the train to come&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s departed, I’m broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we never started&lt;br /&gt;All those days spent together&lt;br /&gt;When I wished for better&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t want the train to come.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re loving&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’ve hurt me&lt;br /&gt;You don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Baby you’ve hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Duffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9YrdtbLfQF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9YrdtbLfQF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/pampasp/music/mt_NVLKO/duffy_warwick_avenue/"&gt;Warwick Avenue - Duffy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-2992672425282929148?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/2992672425282929148/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=2992672425282929148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2992672425282929148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2992672425282929148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/05/warwick-avenue.html' title='Warwick avenue'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-7930948528635695611</id><published>2008-05-17T16:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:31:25.813+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mena Maria'/><title type='text'>Just Hold Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comfortable as I am&lt;br /&gt;I need your reassurance&lt;br /&gt;And comfortable as you are&lt;br /&gt;You count the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I wanted silence,&lt;br /&gt;I would whisper&lt;br /&gt;And if I wanted loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;I'd choose to go..&lt;br /&gt;And if i liked rejection,&lt;br /&gt;I'd audition&lt;br /&gt;And if I didn't love you,&lt;br /&gt;You would know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why can't you just hold me&lt;br /&gt;And how come it is so hard&lt;br /&gt;And do you like to see me broken&lt;br /&gt;And why do I still care&lt;br /&gt;still care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you see the light now&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this narrow hall&lt;br /&gt;I wish it didn't matter&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't give you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I wanted silence&lt;br /&gt;I would whisper&lt;br /&gt;And if I wanted loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I'd choose to go&lt;br /&gt;And if i liked rejection&lt;br /&gt;I'd audition&lt;br /&gt;And if I didn't love you&lt;br /&gt;You would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why can't you just hold me&lt;br /&gt;And how come it is so hard&lt;br /&gt;And do you like to see me broken&lt;br /&gt;And why do I still care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little misunderstood baby&lt;br /&gt;No one likes a sad face&lt;br /&gt;But I can't remember life without him&lt;br /&gt;I think I did have good days&lt;br /&gt;I think I did have good days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Why ....&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just hold me&lt;br /&gt;And how come it is so hard&lt;br /&gt;And do you like to see me broken&lt;br /&gt;And why do I still care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Maria Mena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MoSnzgvhoK/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MoSnzgvhoK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-7930948528635695611?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7930948528635695611/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=7930948528635695611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7930948528635695611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7930948528635695611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-hold-me.html' title='Just Hold Me'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-4809790251503925967</id><published>2008-05-07T23:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:21:24.700+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>When it rains</title><content type='html'>And when it rains on this side of town&lt;br /&gt;It touches everything&lt;br /&gt;Just say it again and mean it&lt;br /&gt;We don't miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;You made yourself a bed at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;of the blackest hole (blackest hole)&lt;br /&gt;and convinced yourself&lt;br /&gt;that it's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no (oh) how could you do it&lt;br /&gt;(oh I) I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;(no oh) I need an ending&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you stay&lt;br /&gt;Just long enough to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it rains&lt;br /&gt;You always find an escape&lt;br /&gt;Just running away&lt;br /&gt;From all of the ones who love you&lt;br /&gt;From everything&lt;br /&gt;You made yourself a bed at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Of the blackest hole (blackest hole)&lt;br /&gt;And you'll sleep till May&lt;br /&gt;You'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no (oh) how could you do it&lt;br /&gt;(oh I) I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;(no oh) I need an ending&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you stay&lt;br /&gt;Just long enough to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Explain your side, Take my side)&lt;br /&gt;Take these chances to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;Take these chances we'll make it somehow&lt;br /&gt;And Take these chances and turn it around&lt;br /&gt;Just turn it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no (oh) how could you do it&lt;br /&gt;(oh I) I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;no (oh) how could you do it&lt;br /&gt;(oh I) I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;no (oh) how could you do it&lt;br /&gt;(oh I) I never saw it coming and&lt;br /&gt;(no oh) I need an ending&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you stay&lt;br /&gt;Just long enough to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take your time, take my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WhW3dVAZuy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WhW3dVAZuy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Paramore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-4809790251503925967?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4809790251503925967/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=4809790251503925967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4809790251503925967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4809790251503925967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5339378651847688652</id><published>2008-05-04T21:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:49:49.125+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oasis'/><title type='text'>Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>Today is gonna be the day &lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you &lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow &lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody &lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street &lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before &lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels &lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding &lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding &lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would &lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me? &lt;br /&gt;And after all &lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day? &lt;br /&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you &lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow &lt;br /&gt;Realized what you're not to do &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody &lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do &lt;br /&gt;About you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding &lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding &lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;br /&gt;And after all &lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;br /&gt;And after an &lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said maybe &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HmIyy6x4-H/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HmIyy6x4-H/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Oasis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-7161567271445507101</id><published>2008-04-14T21:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:23:06.362+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtracks'/><title type='text'>Anyone Else But You</title><content type='html'>You're a part time lover &lt;br /&gt;and a full time friend&lt;br /&gt;The monkey on you're back &lt;br /&gt;is the latest trend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, &lt;br /&gt;in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;...But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you on the brain &lt;br /&gt;in the shadow of a train&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you all starry eyed, &lt;br /&gt;my body's swinging from side to side&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, &lt;br /&gt;in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;...But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the church &lt;br /&gt;and here is the steeple&lt;br /&gt;We sure are cute for two ugly people&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, &lt;br /&gt;in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;...But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles forgive me, &lt;br /&gt;the trees forgive me&lt;br /&gt;So why can't, you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, &lt;br /&gt;in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;...But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find my nitch in your car&lt;br /&gt;With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, &lt;br /&gt;in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;...But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up up down down left right left right B A start&lt;br /&gt;Just because we use cheats &lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean we're not smart&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, &lt;br /&gt;in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;...But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always trying to keep it real&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with how you feel&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, &lt;br /&gt;in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;...But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have shiny happy fits of rage&lt;br /&gt;You want more fans, I want more stage&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Quixote was a steel driving man. &lt;br /&gt;My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, &lt;br /&gt;in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squinched up your face and did a dance&lt;br /&gt;You shook a little turd out &lt;br /&gt;of the bottom of your pants&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, &lt;br /&gt;in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du du dudu du&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Michael Cera &amp; Ellen Page/ The Moldy Peaches&lt;br /&gt;Juno Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NMnmRsS8_F/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NMnmRsS8_F/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-7161567271445507101?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7161567271445507101/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=7161567271445507101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7161567271445507101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7161567271445507101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/04/anyone-else-but-you.html' title='Anyone Else But You'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-123287907209608594</id><published>2008-04-11T13:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:33.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blunt James'/><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R5Y0La6I2CI/AAAAAAAABZw/RIPzAWAfD30/s1600-h/James-Blunt-Back-To-Bedlam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158367794005858338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="148" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R5Y0La6I2CI/AAAAAAAABZw/RIPzAWAfD30/s200/James-Blunt-Back-To-Bedlam.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Beautiful dawn - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lights up the shore for me.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else in the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather wake up and see (with you).&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm just chasing time again.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would die a lonely man, in endless night.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm high; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn - melt with the stars again.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the day when my journey began?&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember the end (of time)?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn - You're just blowing my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine.&lt;br /&gt;High; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my shoulder when I'm grey and older?&lt;br /&gt;Promise me tomorrow starts with you,&lt;br /&gt;Getting high; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YLHVIJraZN/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-123287907209608594?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/123287907209608594/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=123287907209608594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keys Alicia'/><title type='text'>Superwoman</title><content type='html'>Everywhere I'm turning&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems complete&lt;br /&gt;I stand up and I'm searching&lt;br /&gt;For the better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang my head from sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Slave to humanity&lt;br /&gt;I wear it on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find the strength in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;I still put on a vest&lt;br /&gt;With an S on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the mothers fighting&lt;br /&gt;For better days to come&lt;br /&gt;And all my women, all my women sitting here trying&lt;br /&gt;To come home before the sun&lt;br /&gt;And all my sisters&lt;br /&gt;Coming together&lt;br /&gt;Say yes I will&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;I still put on a vest&lt;br /&gt;With an S on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be found&lt;br /&gt;And I start to get weak&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Me underneath these clothes&lt;br /&gt;But I can fly&lt;br /&gt;We can fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;I still put on a vest&lt;br /&gt;With an S on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uLEzobdHmu/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uLEzobdHmu/aus=false/" 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href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/03/everywhere-im-turning-nothing-seems.html' title='Superwoman'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1231973159269610634</id><published>2008-03-17T18:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:33.649+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalma Sergio'/><title type='text'>A buena hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R96nXOO3dEI/AAAAAAAABlA/uXWzGhC2KsQ/s1600-h/Sergio+Dalma+-+A+buena+hora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178760638921929794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="148" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R96nXOO3dEI/AAAAAAAABlA/uXWzGhC2KsQ/s200/Sergio+Dalma+-+A+buena+hora.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Domingo de otoño, 9 de la noche&lt;br /&gt;Sentado en mi cuarto y pensando&lt;br /&gt;lo que el tiempo esconde...&lt;br /&gt;Mirando las fotos, leyendo tus cartas,&lt;br /&gt;gritando tu nombre...&lt;br /&gt;Domingo de otoño, 9 de la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace un momento me has llamado,&lt;br /&gt;después de tantos años&lt;br /&gt;Quizá tu conciencia y mi paciencia&lt;br /&gt;se han vuelto aliados...&lt;br /&gt;Me dices que en este momento&lt;br /&gt;quisieras estar aquí, a mi lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a mi lado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que hasta sonrío,&lt;br /&gt;por no empezar a llorar...&lt;br /&gt;Has tenido tanto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y no has querido regresar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A buena hora, vienes a decirme que yo soy esa persona&lt;br /&gt;que ha sabido darte lo que el corazón no borra&lt;br /&gt;Ahora te equivocas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A buena hora vienes a curar el alma que dejaste rota&lt;br /&gt;y a cambiar mi vida porque ahora se te antoja...&lt;br /&gt;A buena hora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo de otoño, 9 de la noche&lt;br /&gt;La madre experiencia me ha dicho&lt;br /&gt;que ya no me conforme...&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo y los años colocan&lt;br /&gt;a uno donde corresponde&lt;br /&gt;Lo que nace puro&lt;br /&gt;también se corrompe&lt;br /&gt;Y tú, ¿cómo te atreves otra vez&lt;br /&gt;a dar marcha atrás?&lt;br /&gt;Has tenido tanto tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;mejor te quedas como estás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permiteme decir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Que a buena hora vienes a decirme&lt;br /&gt;que yo soy esa persona que ha sabido darte&lt;br /&gt;lo que el corazón no borra...&lt;br /&gt;Ahora te equivocas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A buena hora vienes a curar el alma que dejaste rota&lt;br /&gt;y a cambiar mi vida porque ahora se te antoja...&lt;br /&gt;A buena hora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Sergio Dalma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/35xWAWjPTa/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/35xWAWjPTa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1231973159269610634?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1231973159269610634/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1231973159269610634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1231973159269610634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1231973159269610634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/03/buena-hora.html' title='A buena hora'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R96nXOO3dEI/AAAAAAAABlA/uXWzGhC2KsQ/s72-c/Sergio+Dalma+-+A+buena+hora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-7988873250277605638</id><published>2008-03-08T17:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:45:10.125+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis'/><title type='text'>Un buen castigo</title><content type='html'>Lo he intentado muchas veces &lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca me ha salido &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede que me falte voluntad &lt;br /&gt;o que me sobre vicio &lt;br /&gt;Y mirando en mi cabeza &lt;br /&gt;No encontré ningún motivo &lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que me interesa &lt;br /&gt;sólo porque está prohibido &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mejor de los pecados...&lt;br /&gt;...el haberte conocido &lt;br /&gt;Tu no eres sin mí...&lt;br /&gt;...yo solo soy contigo &lt;br /&gt;Y cuidar de las estrellas puede ser un buen castigo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A través de mis orejas &lt;br /&gt;discutiendo a pleno grito &lt;br /&gt;El demonio a mi derecha &lt;br /&gt;y a la izquierda un angelito &lt;br /&gt;Demasiado acelerado, &lt;br /&gt;nunca encuentro mi destino &lt;br /&gt;Yo no sé si mis zapatos durarán todo el camino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pido nada a cambio, &lt;br /&gt;eso es algo que he aprendido &lt;br /&gt;Yo siempre te he dado los besos &lt;br /&gt;que tú nunca me has pedido &lt;br /&gt;Y cuidar de las estrellas puede ser un buen castigo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué te metes Don Quijote "pa" flipar con los molinos &lt;br /&gt;Los ojos como el coyote cuando ve al correcaminos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Fito &amp; Fitipaldis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0lBaOoOz9c/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0lBaOoOz9c/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-7988873250277605638?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7988873250277605638/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=7988873250277605638&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7988873250277605638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7988873250277605638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-buen-castigo.html' title='Un buen castigo'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-267982484777690144</id><published>2008-03-01T20:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:28:26.449+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 seconds to mars'/><title type='text'>A beautiful lie...</title><content type='html'>Lie awake in bed at night&lt;br /&gt;And think about your life&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be different?&lt;br /&gt;Try to let go of the truth&lt;br /&gt;The battles of your youth&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is just a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful lie&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect denial&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful lie to believe in&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful, beautiful it makes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to forget about the past&lt;br /&gt;To wash away what happened last&lt;br /&gt;Hide behind an empty face&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask too much, just say&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is just a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm running around in circles, baby&lt;br /&gt;A quiet desperation's building higher&lt;br /&gt;I've got to remember this is just a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful, beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zL9R_i9Of1c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zL9R_i9Of1c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-267982484777690144?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/267982484777690144/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=267982484777690144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/267982484777690144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/267982484777690144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/03/beautiful-lie.html' title='A beautiful lie...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-7534043920443436711</id><published>2008-02-24T17:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:56:33.374+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tunstall KT'/><title type='text'>Heal Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It isn't very difficult to see why&lt;br /&gt;You are the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't take a genius to realise&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes life is hard&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take time&lt;br /&gt;But you'll just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come over here lady&lt;br /&gt;Let me wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Come a little nearer baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you'll heal over&lt;br /&gt;Heal over...heal over...&lt;br /&gt;Heal over someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear you tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;That these feelings are in the past&lt;br /&gt;You know it doesn't mean they're off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Because pain's built to last&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sails alone&lt;br /&gt;But we can travel side by side&lt;br /&gt;Even if you fail&lt;br /&gt;You know that no one really minds&lt;br /&gt;Come over here lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold on but don't let go&lt;br /&gt;I know it's so hard&lt;br /&gt;You've got to try to trust yourself&lt;br /&gt;I know it's so hard, so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come over here lady&lt;br /&gt;Let me wipe your tears away&lt;br /&gt;Come a little nearer baby&lt;br /&gt;Coz you'll heal over, heal over, heal over someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AlPijH9TjWg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AlPijH9TjWg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-7534043920443436711?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/kttunstall/healover.html' title='Heal Over'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7534043920443436711/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=7534043920443436711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7534043920443436711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7534043920443436711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/02/heal-over.html' title='Heal Over'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5403923019461207345</id><published>2008-02-16T19:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:49:34.488+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanz Alejandro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Corrs'/><title type='text'>Una Noche</title><content type='html'>Despues de pensar, despues de ver&lt;br /&gt;a mi dolor andar sobre el agua del mar...&lt;br /&gt;Tibia claridad&lt;br /&gt;que vi por mi calle pasar&lt;br /&gt;Sin saber que hacer, si sentir o pensar&lt;br /&gt;Solo que aún hoy sigo aún...&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy sigo atándome a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy mi amor te doy&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo con alma&lt;br /&gt;Se esconde del sol&lt;br /&gt;De noche se escapa&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy te doy&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo con alma&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, aún hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que esconde la noche&lt;br /&gt;Va a aguardar entre nosotros dos&lt;br /&gt;o sentir o pensar&lt;br /&gt;Se me llenó de luz la noche&lt;br /&gt;Y es porque yo vi nadar&lt;br /&gt;delfines en tu voz...&lt;br /&gt;Y sentir sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo que aún hoy sigo aún&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy sigo amándote a ti&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Aún hay dos cuerpos con alma&lt;br /&gt;Se esconden del sol&lt;br /&gt;De noche se escapan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De noche se dan&lt;br /&gt;Los cuerpos, las almas&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, aún hay&lt;br /&gt;Solo que aun hoy sigo aun&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy sigo amándote a ti (amándote a ti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Aún hay dos cuerpos con alma&lt;br /&gt;Se esconden del sol&lt;br /&gt;De noche se escapan&lt;br /&gt;De noche se dan&lt;br /&gt;Los cuerpos, las almas&lt;br /&gt;Aún hoy, aún hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Alejandro Sanz &amp;amp; The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/N0AOGkAByn/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/N0AOGkAByn/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" 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Noche'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-7638063307775305856</id><published>2008-02-08T16:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:33.916+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapman Tracy'/><title type='text'>Baby, can I hold you tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R6x5Sge4y_I/AAAAAAAABeI/caMf94NoNfg/s1600-h/tracy_chapman_baby_can_i_hold_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164636231551208434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R6x5Sge4y_I/AAAAAAAABeI/caMf94NoNfg/s200/tracy_chapman_baby_can_i_hold_you.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you cant say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by and still&lt;br /&gt;Words dont come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like sorry like sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you cant say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by and still&lt;br /&gt;Words dont come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like forgive me forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can say baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby can I hold you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I told you the right words&lt;br /&gt;At the right time youd be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Is all that you cant say&lt;br /&gt;Years gone by and still&lt;br /&gt;Words dont come easily&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Tracy Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed 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tonight?'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R6x5Sge4y_I/AAAAAAAABeI/caMf94NoNfg/s72-c/tracy_chapman_baby_can_i_hold_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6426983401355180524</id><published>2008-02-04T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:48:25.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plain White T&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Hey there Delilah</title><content type='html'>Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl, tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice, it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me, girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lHruet4Jlm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lHruet4Jlm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6426983401355180524?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6426983401355180524/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6426983401355180524&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6426983401355180524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6426983401355180524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-there-delilah.html' title='Hey there Delilah'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2474507540245363228</id><published>2008-01-31T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:05:11.054+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blunt James'/><title type='text'>1973</title><content type='html'>Simone&lt;br /&gt;You're getting older&lt;br /&gt;Your journey's been&lt;br /&gt;Etched on your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had known that&lt;br /&gt;What seemed so strong&lt;br /&gt;Has been and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And we'd both stay out till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was sober&lt;br /&gt;So I could see clearly now&lt;br /&gt;The rain has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's over&lt;br /&gt;My memory plays our tune&lt;br /&gt;The same old song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call you up &lt;br /&gt;every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we`d both stay out till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And we'd both stay out till the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call you up every Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;And we'd both stay out 'til the morning light&lt;br /&gt;And we sang, "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Here we go again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I will always be&lt;br /&gt;In a club with you&lt;br /&gt;In 1973 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bGTS7ydYW-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bGTS7ydYW-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-2474507540245363228?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/2474507540245363228/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=2474507540245363228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2474507540245363228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2474507540245363228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/01/1973.html' title='1973'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6620459939108382849</id><published>2008-01-24T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:05:43.548+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title type='text'>Hay amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ay, mi bien, qué no haría yo por ti&lt;br /&gt;por tenerte un segundo&lt;br /&gt;alejados del mundo&lt;br /&gt;y cerquita de mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, mi bien, como el río Magdalena&lt;br /&gt;que se funde en la arena del mar&lt;br /&gt;quiero fundirme yo en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay amores que se vuelven resistentes a los daños&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;como el vino que mejora con los años&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;así crece lo que siento yo por ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay amores que se esperan al invierno y florecen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y en las noches del otoño reverdecen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tal como el amor que siento yo por ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay mi bien&lt;br /&gt;no te olvides del mar&lt;br /&gt;que en las noches me ha visto llorar&lt;br /&gt;tantos recuerdos de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay mi bien&lt;br /&gt;no te olvides del día que separó a tu vida&lt;br /&gt;de la pobre vida que me tocó vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay amores que se vuelven resistentes a los daños&lt;br /&gt;como el vino que mejora con los años&lt;br /&gt;así crece lo que siento yo por ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hay amores que se parece que se acaban y florecen&lt;br /&gt;y en las noches del otoño reverdecen&lt;br /&gt;tal y como el amor que siento yo por ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo por ti... por ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como el amor que siento yo por ti...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Shakira&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack de "El Amor en los tiempos del cólera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNfrX4RpLbQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VNfrX4RpLbQ&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6620459939108382849?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6620459939108382849/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6620459939108382849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6620459939108382849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6620459939108382849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/01/hay-amores.html' title='Hay amores'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1757702548125962830</id><published>2008-01-22T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:34.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juanes'/><title type='text'>Fíjate bien donde pisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO614lOk-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/GS183UZhNH0/s1600-h/Juanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054088641724191714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO614lOk-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/GS183UZhNH0/s200/Juanes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Te han quitado lo que tienes,&lt;br /&gt;Te han robado el pan del día,&lt;br /&gt;Te han sacado de tus tierras&lt;br /&gt;Y no parece que termina aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despojado de tu casa,&lt;br /&gt;vas sin rumbo a la ciudad,&lt;br /&gt;sos el hijo de la nada,&lt;br /&gt;sos la vida que se va&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son los niños, son los viejos&lt;br /&gt;son las madres, somos todos caminando&lt;br /&gt;Y no te olvides de esto, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fíjate bien donde pisas,&lt;br /&gt;fíjate cuando caminas&lt;br /&gt;no vaya ser que una mina&lt;br /&gt;te desbarate los pies, amor&lt;br /&gt;Fijate bien donde pisas,&lt;br /&gt;fijate cuando caminas&lt;br /&gt;no vaya ser que una mina&lt;br /&gt;te desbarate los pies...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no sé quién es el dueño&lt;br /&gt;de tu vida y de la mía,&lt;br /&gt;sólo sé que hay un cuento&lt;br /&gt;que no parece que termina aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dicen en los diarios&lt;br /&gt;y como dicen en la tele&lt;br /&gt;y como dicen en la radio&lt;br /&gt;que no parece que termina aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son los niños, son los viejos&lt;br /&gt;son las madres, somos todos, caminando&lt;br /&gt;y no te olvides de esto no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fíjate bien donde pisas&lt;br /&gt;fíjate cuando caminas&lt;br /&gt;no vaya ser que una mina&lt;br /&gt;te desbarate los pies, amor&lt;br /&gt;Fíjate bien donde pisas&lt;br /&gt;fíjate cuando caminas&lt;br /&gt;no vaya ser que una mina&lt;br /&gt;te desbarate los pies...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fíjate bien donde pisas&lt;br /&gt;fíjate cuando caminas&lt;br /&gt;no vaya ser que una mina&lt;br /&gt;te desbarate los pies (amor/por favor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ellos no van a buscarte&lt;br /&gt;ellos no van a salvarte&lt;br /&gt;ellos no van, ellos no van, no, no&lt;br /&gt;y tú no lo vas a creer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Artist: Juanes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1idTmk3e__/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1idTmk3e__/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1757702548125962830?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1757702548125962830/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1757702548125962830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1757702548125962830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1757702548125962830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/01/fjate-bien-donde-pisas.html' title='Fíjate bien donde pisas'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO614lOk-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/GS183UZhNH0/s72-c/Juanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5714967583870890929</id><published>2008-01-16T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:56:40.136+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twain Shania'/><title type='text'>Man! I feel like a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Para Dany, que le encanta esta canción ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let it all hang out&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wanna scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;No inhibitions-make no conditions&lt;br /&gt;Get a little outta line&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna act politically correct&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts-short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;Color my hair-do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls need a break-tonight we're gonna take&lt;br /&gt;The chance to get out on the town&lt;br /&gt;We don't need romance-we only wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna let our hair hang down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts-short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;Color my hair-do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts-short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;Color my hair-do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get totally crazy&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Come, come, come on baby&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a woman&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alright&lt;br /&gt;Gonna let it all hang out&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wanna scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;No inhibitions-make no conditions&lt;br /&gt;Get a little outta line&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna act politically correct&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts-short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;Color my hair-do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls need a break-tonight we're gonna take&lt;br /&gt;The chance to get out on the town&lt;br /&gt;We don't need romance-we only wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna let our hair hang down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts-short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;Color my hair-do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about being a woman&lt;br /&gt;Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady&lt;br /&gt;Men's shirts-short skirts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction&lt;br /&gt;Color my hair-do what I dare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Man! I feel like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get totally crazy&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Come, come, come on baby&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/t4q7Vx7huU/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/t4q7Vx7huU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5714967583870890929?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5714967583870890929/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5714967583870890929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5714967583870890929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5714967583870890929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/01/man-i-feel-like-woman.html' title='Man! I feel like a woman'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-572875444537104700</id><published>2008-01-15T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:34.352+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc Anthony'/><title type='text'>Valió la pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R4yRC66I1zI/AAAAAAAABX4/PVQ5RWEVMcg/s1600-h/amar+sin+mentiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155655152791246642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R4yRC66I1zI/AAAAAAAABX4/PVQ5RWEVMcg/s200/amar+sin+mentiras.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mirándote a los ojos se responden mis porqués&lt;br /&gt;Me inspiro en tus palabras y mi casa está en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Que tierno amor, mi devoción, viniste a ser mi religión&lt;br /&gt;Mi dulce sentimiento de nada me arrepiento&lt;br /&gt;Que vivan los momentos en tu boca y en tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Mujer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valió la pena lo que era necesario para estar contigo amor&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres una bendición&lt;br /&gt;Las horas y la vida de tu lado nena&lt;br /&gt;Están para vivirlas pero a tu manera&lt;br /&gt;Enhorabuena, porque valió la pena&lt;br /&gt;Valió la pena....&lt;br /&gt;Valió la pena lo que era necesario para estar contigo amor&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres una bendición&lt;br /&gt;Las horas y la vida de tu lado nena&lt;br /&gt;Están para vivirlas pero a tu manera&lt;br /&gt;Enhorabuena, porque valió la pena&lt;br /&gt;Valió la pena, valió la pena&lt;br /&gt;Valió la pena, nena....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veo y me convenzo que tenías que llegar&lt;br /&gt;Después de la tormenta aquí en tu pecho puedo anclar&lt;br /&gt;Y ser más yo, de nuevo yo, y por bandera mi ilusión&lt;br /&gt;Y mira si te quiero que por amor me entrego&lt;br /&gt;Que vivan los momentos en tu boca y en tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Mujer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valió la pena lo que era necesario para estar contigo amor&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres una bendición las horas y la vida de tu lado nena&lt;br /&gt;Están para vivirlas pero a tu manera&lt;br /&gt;Enhorabuena, porque valió la pena&lt;br /&gt;Valió la pena, valió la pena&lt;br /&gt;Valió la pena, nena....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque valió la pena amor&lt;br /&gt;Sí que valió la pena&lt;br /&gt;Vivir a tu manera amor, ay enhorabuena&lt;br /&gt;Valió la pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Artist: Mark Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 356px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-c1.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1080863910581450689&amp;amp;site=widget-c1.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1080863910581450689&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c1.slide.com/q1/1080863910581450689/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1080863910581450689&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c1.slide.com/q2/1080863910581450689/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-572875444537104700?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/572875444537104700/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=572875444537104700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/572875444537104700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/572875444537104700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/01/vali-la-pena.html' title='Valió la pena'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/R4yRC66I1zI/AAAAAAAABX4/PVQ5RWEVMcg/s72-c/amar+sin+mentiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5329092722096142121</id><published>2008-01-12T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:56:20.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title type='text'>Inevitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Si es cuestión de confesar&lt;br /&gt;no sé preparar café&lt;br /&gt;y no entiendo de fútbol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que alguna vez fuí infiel&lt;br /&gt;juego mal hasta el parqués&lt;br /&gt;y jamás uso reloj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y para ser más franca nadie&lt;br /&gt;piensa en ti como lo hago yo&lt;br /&gt;aunque te dé lo mismo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es cuestión de confesar&lt;br /&gt;nunca duermo antes de diez&lt;br /&gt;ni me baño los domingos.&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que también&lt;br /&gt;lloro una vez al mes,&lt;br /&gt;sobre todo cuando hay frío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conmigo nada es fácil,&lt;br /&gt;ya debes saber&lt;br /&gt;me conoces bien&lt;br /&gt;y sin ti todo es tan aburrido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo está cansado ya de ver&lt;br /&gt;la lluvia caer&lt;br /&gt;y cada día que pasa es uno más&lt;br /&gt;parecido a ayer&lt;br /&gt;no encuentro forma a alguna de&lt;br /&gt;olvidarte porque&lt;br /&gt;seguir amándote es inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre supe que es mejor&lt;br /&gt;cuando hay que hablar de dos,&lt;br /&gt;empezar por uno mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sabrás la situación&lt;br /&gt;aquí todo está peor&lt;br /&gt;pero al menos aún respiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tienes que decirlo,&lt;br /&gt;no vas a volver&lt;br /&gt;te conozco bien...&lt;br /&gt;ya buscaré qué hacer conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo está cansado ya de ver&lt;br /&gt;la lluvia caer&lt;br /&gt;y cada día que pasa es uno más&lt;br /&gt;parecido a ayer&lt;br /&gt;no encuentro forma a alguna de&lt;br /&gt;olvidarte porque&lt;br /&gt;seguir amándote es inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre supe que es mejor&lt;br /&gt;cuando hay que hablar de dos&lt;br /&gt;empezar por uno mismo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/aG-7MOEwEH/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/aG-7MOEwEH/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5329092722096142121?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5329092722096142121/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5329092722096142121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5329092722096142121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5329092722096142121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/01/inevitable.html' title='Inevitable'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6785153911080360372</id><published>2008-01-11T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:24:52.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lewis Leona'/><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is a crazy world&lt;br /&gt;These can be lonely times&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to know who's on your side&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can you really trust&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really know&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there&lt;br /&gt;Who can make you feel less alone&lt;br /&gt;Some times you just can't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a place where you can run&lt;br /&gt;If you need a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need some shelter from the rain&lt;br /&gt;When you need a healer for your pain&lt;br /&gt;I will be there time and time again&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to love you&lt;br /&gt;Here I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Just lay them all on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one who understands&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you reach emptyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll do my best&lt;br /&gt;To fill you up with all the love&lt;br /&gt;That I can show someone&lt;br /&gt;I promise you you'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you need a place where you can run&lt;br /&gt;If you need a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need some shelter from the rain&lt;br /&gt;When you need a healer for your pain&lt;br /&gt;I will be there time and time again&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to love you&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody who&lt;br /&gt;keep a heart and soul in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you need a place where you can run&lt;br /&gt;If you need a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need some shelter from the rain&lt;br /&gt;When you need a healer for your pain&lt;br /&gt;I will be there time and time again&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to love you&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, Here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/27tuRTu4ZS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/27tuRTu4ZS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6785153911080360372?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6785153911080360372/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6785153911080360372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6785153911080360372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6785153911080360372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1537467710760682555</id><published>2008-01-08T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:51:44.624+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dion Celine'/><title type='text'>Taking chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't know much about your life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about your world, but&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be alone tonight,&lt;br /&gt;On this planet they call earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know about my past, and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a future figured out.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this is going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's not meant to last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start again,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could show me how to try,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could take me in,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere underneath your skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had my heart beaten down,&lt;br /&gt;But I always come back for more, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing like love to pull you up,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re laying down on the floor there.&lt;br /&gt;So talk to me, talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah walk with me, walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know much about your life&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know much about your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wN7xJahbAv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wN7xJahbAv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1537467710760682555?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1537467710760682555/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1537467710760682555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1537467710760682555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1537467710760682555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/01/taking-chances.html' title='Taking chances'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1637531101477410598</id><published>2008-01-05T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T16:29:20.393+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juanes'/><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ya no tengo sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tengo quién me mienta&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tengo a quién contarle&lt;br /&gt;Lo que tengo en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no siento desconfianza&lt;br /&gt;Ya no siento más violencia&lt;br /&gt;Ya no siento que mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Valga menos que tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me importa tu destino&lt;br /&gt;Ya solo quiero hallar el mío&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me asombra tu existencia&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me asombra nada, nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tengo que explicar&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tengo quién me juzgue&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tengo a quién pedirle&lt;br /&gt;Una opinión sobre mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no siento el alma ciega&lt;br /&gt;Ya no siento el alma muerta&lt;br /&gt;Ya no siento que mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Valga menos que tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me importa tu destino&lt;br /&gt;Ya solo quiero hallar el mío&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me asombra tu existencia&lt;br /&gt;ya no me asombra nada, nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mi ya no existes tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Para mi ya no existes&lt;br /&gt;Para mi ya no queda nada&lt;br /&gt;Para mi ya no queda nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Juanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/b0nUIurDmv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/b0nUIurDmv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1637531101477410598?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1637531101477410598/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1637531101477410598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1637531101477410598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1637531101477410598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2008/01/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2851518325449308522</id><published>2007-12-30T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:34:14.932+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Quinta Estación'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melocos'/><title type='text'>Cuando me vaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nunca pensé que llegaría&lt;br /&gt;Nunca creí en ese momento&lt;br /&gt;Te cambia la vida&lt;br /&gt;Sin que tengas nada para seguirla...&lt;br /&gt;Te cambia y no piensas&lt;br /&gt;En lo que te olvidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te despiertas un buen día&lt;br /&gt;Lo ves todo al revés&lt;br /&gt;Miras atrás ves tu camino&lt;br /&gt;El que hicieron tus pies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mandas besos para todos&lt;br /&gt;Los que volverás a ver&lt;br /&gt;Tantos recuerdos enlatados&lt;br /&gt;En fotos de carné&lt;br /&gt;En lágrimas de ayer&lt;br /&gt;En todos los momentos que a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Yo esperé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando me vaya&lt;br /&gt;No caiga una lágrima por mí&lt;br /&gt;Que sólo quede la amistad...&lt;br /&gt;Tantos sueños que recordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando me vaya&lt;br /&gt;Y coja ese tren una vez más&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no entre por mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;Ese dulce olor a sal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando me vaya... de aquí&lt;br /&gt;De mi tierra, de mi gente&lt;br /&gt;De mi tierra, la que me vió nacer&lt;br /&gt;La que me vió crecer, la que me vió ganar&lt;br /&gt;Y me enseñó a perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/DTXRdcR-n3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DTXRdcR-n3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Melocos y Natalia (La Quinta Estación)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-2851518325449308522?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/2851518325449308522/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=2851518325449308522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2851518325449308522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2851518325449308522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/12/cuando-me-vaya.html' title='Cuando me vaya'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-3382151082898605771</id><published>2007-12-24T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T16:26:47.587+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lavigne Avril'/><title type='text'>My Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oooooh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something You said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hangin'&lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead&lt;br /&gt;Held up so high&lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted (I wanted)&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But we lost it (We lost it)&lt;br /&gt;All of our memories, so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;br /&gt;I know what they say&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;But so are they (So are they)&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you? (Even know you)&lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do (All the shit that you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted (That I wanted)&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it (We lost it)&lt;br /&gt;And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that you were there,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you care&lt;br /&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;And letting me know we were Done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;He was everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;You are everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of our memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh....&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3qvCembZxS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3qvCembZxS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" 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Ending'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2276484822129486204</id><published>2007-12-14T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:51:59.050+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imbruglia Natalie'/><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>I thought I saw a man brought to life&lt;br /&gt;He was warm, he came around like he was dignified&lt;br /&gt;He showed me what it was to cry&lt;br /&gt;Well you couldn't be that man I adored&lt;br /&gt;You don't seem to know, &lt;br /&gt;don't seem to care what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know him anymore&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My conversation has run dry&lt;br /&gt;Thats what's going on, &lt;br /&gt;nothing's fine Im torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late, Im already torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the fortune tellers right&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light&lt;br /&gt;To crawl beneath my veins and now&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I have no luck, I dont miss it all that much&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many things that I can't touch, I'm torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late, Im already torn. torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration has run dry&lt;br /&gt;Thats whats going on, nothings right, Im torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and Im ashamed bound and broken on the floor&lt;br /&gt;You're a little late, I'm already torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Natalie Imbruglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/txrHbiCTsA/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/txrHbiCTsA/aus=false/" 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title='Torn'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-7172913534822440741</id><published>2007-12-13T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:55:22.483+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chenoa'/><title type='text'>Todo irá bien...</title><content type='html'>Tengo razones para entenderte &lt;br /&gt;tengo maneras de darte suerte &lt;br /&gt;tengo mil formas de decir que sé &lt;br /&gt;que todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo razones para entenderte &lt;br /&gt;tengo la buena suerte &lt;br /&gt;tengo historias para comprender &lt;br /&gt;que todo te ira bien,todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar,oh si,tachar un no,sera mejor. &lt;br /&gt;Y riete de lo peor,sera mejor &lt;br /&gt;por que pensar que todo va mal, &lt;br /&gt;te alejara de la felicidad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi que… &lt;br /&gt;Tengo razones para entenderte &lt;br /&gt;tengo maneras de darte suerte &lt;br /&gt;tengo mil formas de decir que sé &lt;br /&gt;que todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo razones para entenderte &lt;br /&gt;tengo la buena suerte &lt;br /&gt;tengo historias para comprender &lt;br /&gt;que todo te ira bien,todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira en ti,lo bueno que hay es especial &lt;br /&gt;no olvides que tu vales mas,que el que diran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi que… &lt;br /&gt;Tengo razones para entenderte &lt;br /&gt;tengo maneras de darte suerte &lt;br /&gt;tengo mil formas de decir que sé &lt;br /&gt;que todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo razones para entenderte &lt;br /&gt;tengo la buena suerte &lt;br /&gt;tengo historias para comprender &lt;br /&gt;que todo te ira bien,todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se cierran puertas,otras se abren. &lt;br /&gt;Esta en tu mano,decidete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo razones para entenderte &lt;br /&gt;tengo maneras de darte suerte &lt;br /&gt;tengo mil formas de decir que sé &lt;br /&gt;que todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo razones para entenderte &lt;br /&gt;tengo la buena suerte &lt;br /&gt;tengo historias para comprender &lt;br /&gt;que todo te ira bien,todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué todo ira bien,todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;Qué todo ira bien,todo ira bien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo ira bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Chenoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LioMuQnUQc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LioMuQnUQc&amp;rel=1" 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href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/12/todo-ir-bien.html' title='Todo irá bien...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2697583844459592206</id><published>2007-12-02T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:07:56.251+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fray'/><title type='text'>Over my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through&lt;br /&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue&lt;br /&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage&lt;br /&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change&lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along&lt;br /&gt;But that's disregard&lt;br /&gt;Find another friend and you discard&lt;br /&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car&lt;br /&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;br /&gt;In the throw around&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm in over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;Over my head&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6XvFvaeEHI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6XvFvaeEHI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-2697583844459592206?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/2697583844459592206/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=2697583844459592206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2697583844459592206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2697583844459592206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/12/over-my-head.html' title='Over my head'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-8456827814504595505</id><published>2007-11-27T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:01:14.759+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maroon 5'/><title type='text'>Won't go home without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen&lt;br /&gt;She left before I had the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;The words that would mend the things that were broken&lt;br /&gt;But now it's far too late, she's gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard?"&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your breath, I'll never get over&lt;br /&gt;The noises that you made kept me awake&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;The weight of things that remaind unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Built up so much it crushed us everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard?"&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I felt but never really shown&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Artist: Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6voJ1sgY_0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6voJ1sgY_0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-8456827814504595505?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/8456827814504595505/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=8456827814504595505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8456827814504595505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8456827814504595505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/11/wont-go-home-without-you.html' title='Won&apos;t go home without you'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6835600585310031957</id><published>2007-11-22T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:52:59.939+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis'/><title type='text'>La casa por el Tejado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ahora si, parece que ya empiezo a entender&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas importantes aquí&lt;br /&gt;Son las que están detrás de la piel&lt;br /&gt;Y todo lo demás...&lt;br /&gt;empieza donde acaban mis pies&lt;br /&gt;después de mucho tiempo aprendí&lt;br /&gt;que hay cosas que mejor no aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El colegio poco me enseño...&lt;br /&gt;si es por esos libros nunca aprendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coger el cielo con las manos,&lt;br /&gt;a Reír y a llorar lo que te canto&lt;br /&gt;a coser mi alma rota&lt;br /&gt;a perder el miedo a quedar como un idiota&lt;br /&gt;y a empezar la casa por el tejado&lt;br /&gt;a poder dormir cuando tú no estás a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menos mal que fui un poco granuja&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que se me lo enseñó una bruja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruinas... ¿no ves que por dentro estoy en ruinas?&lt;br /&gt;Mi cigarro va quemando el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;tiempo que se convirtió en cenizas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raro!! ... no digo diferente digo raro!!&lt;br /&gt;ya no sé si el mundo está al revés&lt;br /&gt;o soy yo el que está cabeza abajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El colegio poco me enseñó...&lt;br /&gt;si es por el maestro nunca aprendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coger el cielo con las manos,&lt;br /&gt;a Reír y a llorar lo que te canto&lt;br /&gt;a coser mi alma rota&lt;br /&gt;a perder el miedo a quedar como un idiota&lt;br /&gt;y a empezar la casa por el tejado&lt;br /&gt;a poder dormir cuando tú no estás a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menos mal que fui un poco granuja&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que se me lo enseñó una bruja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Fito y Fitipaldis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MadieU4il0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MadieU4il0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6835600585310031957?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6835600585310031957/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6835600585310031957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6835600585310031957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6835600585310031957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-casa-por-el-tejado.html' title='La casa por el Tejado'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5370958004049443953</id><published>2007-11-05T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:34.555+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denver John'/><title type='text'>Annie's song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/Ry79-h4JGJI/AAAAAAAABIo/hRtGhbp9Uy8/s1600-h/john_denver-annies_song_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129316276309137554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="128" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/Ry79-h4JGJI/AAAAAAAABIo/hRtGhbp9Uy8/s200/john_denver-annies_song_s.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,&lt;br /&gt;like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses, come fill me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you, let me give my life to you,&lt;br /&gt;let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you, come love me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,&lt;br /&gt;like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses, come fill me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Artist: John Denver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SC3-yFFy_B/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SC3-yFFy_B/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5370958004049443953?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5370958004049443953/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5370958004049443953&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5370958004049443953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5370958004049443953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/11/annies-song.html' title='Annie&apos;s song'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/Ry79-h4JGJI/AAAAAAAABIo/hRtGhbp9Uy8/s72-c/john_denver-annies_song_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5892666746751733580</id><published>2007-11-02T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:30:52.981+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chambao'/><title type='text'>Papeles mojados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miles de sombras cada noche&lt;br /&gt;trae la marea,&lt;br /&gt;navegan cargaos de ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;que en la orilla se quedan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historias del día día,&lt;br /&gt;historias de buena gente.&lt;br /&gt;Se juegan la vida cansaos,&lt;br /&gt;con hambre y un frío que pela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahogan sus penas con una candela,&lt;br /&gt;ponte tu en su lugar,&lt;br /&gt;el miedo que en sus ojos reflejan,&lt;br /&gt;la mar se echó a llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos no llegan,&lt;br /&gt;se unden sus sueños, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;papeles &lt;em&gt;mojaos&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;papeles sin dueño.&lt;br /&gt;Muchos no llegan&lt;br /&gt;se unden sus sueños,&lt;br /&gt;papeles &lt;em&gt;mojaos&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;papales sin dueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frágiles recuerdos a la deriva&lt;br /&gt;degarran el alma,&lt;br /&gt;cala &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; los  huesos&lt;br /&gt;el agua los arrastra sin esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La impotencia en su garganta&lt;br /&gt;con sabor a sal,&lt;br /&gt;una bocanada de aire le da otra oportunidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta injusticia me desespera,&lt;br /&gt;ponte tu en su lugar,&lt;br /&gt;el miedo que en sus ojos reflejan,&lt;br /&gt;la mar se echó a llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos no llegan,&lt;br /&gt;se unden sus sueños,&lt;br /&gt;papeles &lt;em&gt;mojaos&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;papeles sin dueño.&lt;br /&gt;Muchos no llegan,&lt;br /&gt;se unden sus sueños,&lt;br /&gt;papeles &lt;em&gt;mojaos&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;papeles sin dueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Artist: Chambao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhW1p_aUI3I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhW1p_aUI3I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5892666746751733580?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5892666746751733580/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5892666746751733580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5892666746751733580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5892666746751733580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/11/papeles-mojados.html' title='Papeles mojados'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-3444914801212559896</id><published>2007-10-23T19:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:55:08.817+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokio Hotel'/><title type='text'>Don't jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Para Atsu, lo prometido es deuda!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On top of the roof&lt;br /&gt;The air is so cold and so calm&lt;br /&gt;I say your name in silence&lt;br /&gt;You don't weant to hear it right now&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of the city&lt;br /&gt;Are counting the tears falling down&lt;br /&gt;Each one a promise of everything&lt;br /&gt;You never found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream in to the night for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't make it true&lt;br /&gt;Don't jump&lt;br /&gt;The lights will not guide you through&lt;br /&gt;They're deceiving you&lt;br /&gt;Don't jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let memories go&lt;br /&gt;Of me and you&lt;br /&gt;The world down there&lt;br /&gt;Out of view&lt;br /&gt;Please don't jump&lt;br /&gt;You open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But you can't remember what for&lt;br /&gt;The snow falls quietly&lt;br /&gt;You just can't feel it no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere up there&lt;br /&gt;You lost yourself in your pain&lt;br /&gt;You dream of the end&lt;br /&gt;To start all over again&lt;br /&gt;I scream in to the night for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't make it true&lt;br /&gt;Don't jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights will not guide you through&lt;br /&gt;They're decieving you&lt;br /&gt;Don't jump&lt;br /&gt;Don't let memories go&lt;br /&gt;Of me and you&lt;br /&gt;The world is down there&lt;br /&gt;Out of view&lt;br /&gt;Please don't jump&lt;br /&gt;Don't jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't jump&lt;br /&gt;And if all that can't hold you back&lt;br /&gt;I'll jump for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5V_cEAFyg-8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5V_cEAFyg-8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-3444914801212559896?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3444914801212559896/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=3444914801212559896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3444914801212559896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3444914801212559896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-jump.html' title='Don&apos;t jump'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-3651845766587776624</id><published>2007-10-17T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:24:53.451+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tunstall KT'/><title type='text'>Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Para Laury, en el día Tunstall =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Say you to me&lt;br /&gt;You're a bird with an eye for anything shiny&lt;br /&gt;Searchin' the land&lt;br /&gt;For a hero of a man&lt;br /&gt;You say I need&lt;br /&gt;More than my fair share of attention&lt;br /&gt;But I think you know&lt;br /&gt;That just isn't so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath, I felt the fire of a burning question&lt;br /&gt;Tearin' me apart&lt;br /&gt;Right from the very start&lt;br /&gt;And now I see&lt;br /&gt;That it don't take a trick of the light to excite me&lt;br /&gt;So strong&lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you&lt;br /&gt;Been given lately&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you&lt;br /&gt;Know you got&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you&lt;br /&gt;Been given lately&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Cause the world will turn if you're ready or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity&lt;br /&gt;A heart of gold, an old head, and young shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Quiet and lovely&lt;br /&gt;Becomin' part of me&lt;br /&gt;And now I see&lt;br /&gt;From a handful of names and a thousand faces&lt;br /&gt;One light, burnin', furiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of January&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of June&lt;br /&gt;I felt a change a-comin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was tired of January&lt;br /&gt;Tired of June&lt;br /&gt;I felt a change a-comin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I felt a change a-comin&lt;br /&gt;I felt a change a-comin&lt;br /&gt;felt a change a-comin, soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you&lt;br /&gt;Been given lately&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you&lt;br /&gt;Know you got&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;To what you&lt;br /&gt;Been given lately&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Cause the world will turn if you're ready or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, well the world will turn if you're ready or not&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes the world will turn if you're ready or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GARc65jkDhY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GARc65jkDhY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-3651845766587776624?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3651845766587776624/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=3651845766587776624&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3651845766587776624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3651845766587776624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/10/hold-on.html' title='Hold On'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5978310342339081216</id><published>2007-10-07T19:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:03:46.489+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juanes'/><title type='text'>Me enamora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cada blanco en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;se vuelve color con verte&lt;br /&gt;Y el deseo de tenerte,&lt;br /&gt;es más fuerte, es más fuerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero que me lleves&lt;br /&gt;De tu mano por la senda,&lt;br /&gt;Y atravesar el bosque&lt;br /&gt;que divide nuestras vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas cosas&lt;br /&gt;que me gustan hoy de tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enamora&lt;br /&gt;Que me hables con tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Me enamora&lt;br /&gt;Que me eleves hasta el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Me enamora&lt;br /&gt;Que de mi sea tu alma soñadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La esperanza de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti mi vida no tiene sentido&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti mi vida es como un remolino&lt;br /&gt;De cenizas que se van (ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;volando con el viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se si te merezco&lt;br /&gt;Solo sé que aun deseo&lt;br /&gt;Que le des luz a mi vida&lt;br /&gt;En los días venideros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Léeme muy bien los labios&lt;br /&gt;Te lo digo bien despacio&lt;br /&gt;Por el resto de mis días&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser tu compañia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas cosas&lt;br /&gt;que me gustan hoy de tí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enamora&lt;br /&gt;Que me hables con tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Me enamora&lt;br /&gt;Que me eleves hasta el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Me enamora&lt;br /&gt;Que de mi sea tu alma soñadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La esperanza de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti mi vida no tiene sentido&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti mi vida es como un remolino&lt;br /&gt;De cenizas que se van (ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volando con el viento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Juanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zl7TmmVVb9s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zl7TmmVVb9s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5978310342339081216?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5978310342339081216/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5978310342339081216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5978310342339081216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5978310342339081216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-enamora.html' title='Me enamora'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-8508447533449299868</id><published>2007-10-01T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:34.976+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac Efron y Vanesa Hudgens'/><title type='text'>Gotta go my own way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RwAoHQqEd_I/AAAAAAAABD8/c31CUvLHXW0/s1600-h/high-school-musical-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116133281888499698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RwAoHQqEd_I/AAAAAAAABD8/c31CUvLHXW0/s200/high-school-musical-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dedicado a mi Lori :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Gabriella:&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say what’s in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Something about us&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t seem right these days&lt;br /&gt;life keeps getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we try, somehow the plan&lt;br /&gt;is always rearranged&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to say&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve gotta do what’s best for me&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be ok..&lt;br /&gt;I’ve go to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;br /&gt;world someday&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own away&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;But I get my hopes up&lt;br /&gt;and I watch them fall everytime&lt;br /&gt;Another colour turns to grey&lt;br /&gt;and it’s just too hard to watch it all&lt;br /&gt;slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving today ’cause I’ve&lt;br /&gt;gotta do what’s best for me&lt;br /&gt;you’ll be ok..&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;br /&gt;world someday&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy&lt;br /&gt;What about us?&lt;br /&gt;What about everything we’ve been through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;What about trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy&lt;br /&gt;you know I never wanted to trust you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;and what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave but I’ll miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy:&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;br /&gt;world someday&lt;br /&gt;but at least for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go my own way&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to move on and be who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy&lt;br /&gt;What about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t belong here&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;br /&gt;world someday&lt;br /&gt;but at least for now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists: Vanesa Hudgens &amp;amp; Zac Efron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/WYyUUC6XjW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/WYyUUC6XjW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="290" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-8508447533449299868?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/8508447533449299868/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=8508447533449299868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8508447533449299868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8508447533449299868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/10/gotta-go-my-own-way.html' title='Gotta go my own way'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RwAoHQqEd_I/AAAAAAAABD8/c31CUvLHXW0/s72-c/high-school-musical-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6679374126144207920</id><published>2007-10-01T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:36.572+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='King Carole'/><title type='text'>You've got a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RwAgagqEd-I/AAAAAAAABD0/VxopAeL9z0A/s1600-h/Carole+King.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116124816507959266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RwAgagqEd-I/AAAAAAAABD0/VxopAeL9z0A/s200/Carole+King.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you're down and troubled&lt;br /&gt;And you need some loving care&lt;br /&gt;And nothing, nothing is going right&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and think of me&lt;br /&gt;And soon I will be there&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up&lt;br /&gt;even your darkest night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just call out my name&lt;br /&gt;And you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running... to see you again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sky above you&lt;br /&gt;Grows dark and full of clouds&lt;br /&gt;And that old north wind begins to blow&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head together&lt;br /&gt;And call my name out loud&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll hear me knocking at your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just call out my name&lt;br /&gt;And you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running to see you&lt;br /&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there, yes I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend&lt;br /&gt;When people can be so cold&lt;br /&gt;They'll hurt you, and desert you&lt;br /&gt;And take your soul if you let them&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but don't you let them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just call out my name&lt;br /&gt;And you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come running to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there, yes, I will...&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Carole King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/W3CjAHzfH9/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/W3CjAHzfH9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6679374126144207920?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6679374126144207920/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6679374126144207920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6679374126144207920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6679374126144207920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/10/youve-got-friend.html' title='You&apos;ve got a friend'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RwAgagqEd-I/AAAAAAAABD0/VxopAeL9z0A/s72-c/Carole+King.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-8595581878709744187</id><published>2007-09-29T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:12:13.769+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REM'/><title type='text'>Losing my religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Life is bigger&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger than you&lt;br /&gt;And you are not me&lt;br /&gt;The lengths that I will go to&lt;br /&gt;The distance in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;I set it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me in the corner&lt;br /&gt;That's me in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Losing my religion&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep up with you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I can do it&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;I haven't said enough&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you sing&lt;br /&gt;I think I thought I saw you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every whisper&lt;br /&gt;Of every waking hour I'm&lt;br /&gt;Choosing my confessions&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep an eye on you&lt;br /&gt;Like a hurt lost and blinded fool&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;I set it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this&lt;br /&gt;The hint of the century&lt;br /&gt;Consider this&lt;br /&gt;The slip that brought me&lt;br /&gt;To my knees failed&lt;br /&gt;What if all these fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Come flailing around&lt;br /&gt;Now I've said too much&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I heard you sing&lt;br /&gt;I think I thought I saw you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;That was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: REM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlXadnomXyQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlXadnomXyQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-8595581878709744187?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/8595581878709744187/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=8595581878709744187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8595581878709744187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/8595581878709744187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/09/losing-my-religion.html' title='Losing my religion'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5884281918381774398</id><published>2007-09-23T20:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:56:58.452+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kauam Hany'/><title type='text'>Es tu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Es tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;me hace revivir&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;me enseña a ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;que me ayuda a vivir&lt;br /&gt;y a no morir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;me enseña a caminar&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;me dice la verdad&lt;br /&gt;que me ayuda&lt;br /&gt;a ser fuerte y soportar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;hoy lucho por mi vida&lt;br /&gt;es por tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;hoy sanan mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;es por tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;hoy vuelvo alzar el vuelo&lt;br /&gt;tu amor me ha enseñado&lt;br /&gt;a luchar por mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu amor, es tu amor&lt;br /&gt;que me hace revivir&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me henseña a ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me ayuda a recordar&lt;br /&gt;que aun me quedan batallas por ganar&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me enseña a caminar&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me dice la verdad&lt;br /&gt;que me ayuda a ser fuerte y soportar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu amor un mañana un sonreir&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor mi razón de estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor la alegria en pleno abril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu amor un no temas yo estare&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor un siempre te cuidare&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me dice,&lt;br /&gt;que jamás pierda la fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;hoy lucho por mi vida&lt;br /&gt;es por tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;hoy sanan mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;es por tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;hoy vuelvo alzar el vuelo&lt;br /&gt;tu amor me ha enseñado&lt;br /&gt;a luchar por mis sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu amor, es tu amor que me hace revivir&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me enseña a ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me ayuda a recordar&lt;br /&gt;que aun me quedan batallas por ganar&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me enseña a caminar&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me dice la verdad&lt;br /&gt;que me ayuda a ser fuerte y soportar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu amor, es tu amoor,&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me alegra la vida&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor quien sana mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me enseño a volar,&lt;br /&gt;me ayuda a soportar,&lt;br /&gt;me ayuda a no perderme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu amor, es tu amor que me enseña a caminar&lt;br /&gt;es tu amor que me dice la verdad&lt;br /&gt;que me ayuda a ser fuerte y soportar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;hoy lucho por mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;es por tu amor que&lt;br /&gt;hoy sanan mis heridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Hany Kauam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZ6mqbOnygU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZ6mqbOnygU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5884281918381774398?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5884281918381774398/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5884281918381774398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey, atiende, por qué&lt;br /&gt;has salido a la calle tú tan fresco.&lt;br /&gt;Y dime por qué&lt;br /&gt;te has tirado tres horas en el espejo&lt;br /&gt;pa ponerte guapo pa ligar,&lt;br /&gt;para ir a la calle y no piensas&lt;br /&gt;que eso ya da igual.&lt;br /&gt;Que ya no vas a impresionar,&lt;br /&gt;que lo bueno y lo que importa está en los besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y eso es lo que quiero, besos.&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las mañanas me despierten de esos,&lt;br /&gt;que sea por la tarde y siga habiendo besos.&lt;br /&gt;Y luego por la noche hoy me den más besos pa cenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y dime por qué&lt;br /&gt;tú hoy te echas mil cremas por el cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;si no se te ven.&lt;br /&gt;Y se te han olvidado los sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;Tienes que empezar por resolver.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que tienes dentro&lt;br /&gt;y no piensas casi en los demás,&lt;br /&gt;qué más dará si mal o bien.&lt;br /&gt;Mucho metrosexual y faltan besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y eso es lo que quiero, besos.&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las mañanas me despierten de esos,&lt;br /&gt;que sea por la tarde y siga habiendo besos.&lt;br /&gt;Y luego por la noche hoy me den más besos pa cenar (X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y párate a ver,&lt;br /&gt;que los que ya te quieren no miran eso.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quieren ver ese guiño de ojos&lt;br /&gt;sin complejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: El Canto del Loco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/974lg9J7-6E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/974lg9J7-6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6235080927303828745?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6235080927303828745/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6235080927303828745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6235080927303828745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6235080927303828745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/09/besos.html' title='Besos'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6621709244659507151</id><published>2007-09-19T22:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:15:06.972+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maná'/><title type='text'>Ojalá pudiera borrarte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ojalá y te me borraras de mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y poder desdibujarte&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá y pudiera ahogarte en un charco&lt;br /&gt;Lleno de rosas de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá y se me olvidara hasta tu nombre,&lt;br /&gt;ahogarlo dentro del mar&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá y que tu sonrisa de verano&lt;br /&gt;Se pudiera ya borrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve corazón&lt;br /&gt;vuelve a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;vuelve corazón&lt;br /&gt;no vuelve&lt;br /&gt;no vuelve&lt;br /&gt;no vuelve noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá y te me borraras para siempre&lt;br /&gt;de mi vida para no volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;y ojalá y te me borraras&lt;br /&gt;con las noches&lt;br /&gt;en el día para no volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;y ojalá y te me esfumaras&lt;br /&gt;de mi sueños vida mía&lt;br /&gt;para no volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;noo&lt;br /&gt;ni en sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como puedo yo borrar tus besos vida&lt;br /&gt;Están tatuados en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;Quiere de una vez por todas&lt;br /&gt;Ya largarte,y borrarte de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá y la lluvia me ahogue entre sus brazos&lt;br /&gt;para no pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;O que pase un milagro&lt;br /&gt;Pase algo&lt;br /&gt;Que me lleve hasta ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve corazón uh uh uh&lt;br /&gt;vuelve a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;pero no no no&lt;br /&gt;vuelve corazón&lt;br /&gt;no vuelve&lt;br /&gt;no vuelve noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ojalá y te me borraras para siempre&lt;br /&gt;de mi vida para no volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;y ojalá y te me borraras&lt;br /&gt;con las noches en el día para no volverte a ver...&lt;br /&gt;y ojalá y te me esfumaras&lt;br /&gt;de mi sueños vida mía&lt;br /&gt;y que no me lluevas mas&lt;br /&gt;y ojalá y que la lluvia me ahogue entre sus brazos para no volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;noooo ni en sueños pa que pares de llover&lt;br /&gt;sueños, sueños ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Maná&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zstANJ4TdXM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zstANJ4TdXM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6621709244659507151?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6621709244659507151/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6621709244659507151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6621709244659507151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6621709244659507151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/09/ojal-pudiera-borrarte.html' title='Ojalá pudiera borrarte'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5606740601008913392</id><published>2007-09-14T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:03:07.685+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navarro Diana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De María David'/><title type='text'>Miradas cruzadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hay miradas que te alumbran,&lt;br /&gt;hay miradas que te dan el sol, son como el sol...&lt;br /&gt;Hay miradas llenas de penumbras,&lt;br /&gt;hay mniradas llenas de dolor, de un gran dolor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojitos me alumbran la vida,&lt;br /&gt;tus pestañas acarician mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;y esa luz que desprende tu sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;llena de color mis añoranzas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un puñaito de arena, una pizquita de sal,&lt;br /&gt;una orillita serea la luna está llena,&lt;br /&gt;dime quien te espera, quien te está esperando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay miradas que detienen los segundos de mi tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;hay miradas que te muestran su interior,&lt;br /&gt;y otras que no se lo guardan "to"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojitos me encienden la vida,&lt;br /&gt;tus pestañas abanican mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;y esa luz que desprendes cuando miras,&lt;br /&gt;llena de ilusión mis esperanzas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un puñaito de arena, una pizquita de sal,&lt;br /&gt;una orillita serena la luna esta llena,&lt;br /&gt;dime quien te espera, quien te esta esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay miradas llenas de vacío...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: David de María &amp;amp; Diana Navarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvUhJRLpiBs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvUhJRLpiBs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5606740601008913392?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5606740601008913392/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5606740601008913392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5606740601008913392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5606740601008913392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/09/miradas-cruzadas.html' title='Miradas cruzadas'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-4469554874768847654</id><published>2007-09-07T22:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:34:32.972+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despistaos'/><title type='text'>Cada dos minutos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cada dos minutos cambio de opinión&lt;br /&gt;si me roza el corazón con el filo de sus labios...&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos desesperación;&lt;br /&gt;se acomoda en mi colchón y casi no deja espacio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos cambio de estación,&lt;br /&gt;primavera en un rincón, se atrinchera el verano,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos muere de calor&lt;br /&gt;y cegado por el sol busca un otoño mojado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos trato de olvidar todos los momentos que pasamos,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos una eternidad,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos sin tocar tus manos,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos trato de olvidar todos los momentos que pasamos,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos una eternidad,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos sin tocar tus manos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos pierdo la razón,&lt;br /&gt;me abandona la ilusión, me tropiezo y me caigo,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos recuperación,&lt;br /&gt;me despierta en el salón y me levanto despacio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despacio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos trato de olvidar todos los momentos que pasamos,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos una eternidad,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos sin tocar tus manos,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos trato de olvidar todos los momentos que pasamos,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos una eternidad,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos sin tocar tus manos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos trato de olvidar todos los momentos que pasamos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos una eternidad, sin tocar tu manos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dos minutos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Despistaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gq2npLNi-wY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gq2npLNi-wY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-4469554874768847654?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4469554874768847654/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=4469554874768847654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4469554874768847654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4469554874768847654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/09/cada-dos-mnutos.html' title='Cada dos minutos'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-3560223296332995411</id><published>2007-08-28T22:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:57:03.756+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duff Hilary'/><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everyday it's getting worse not better,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should sit and finally talk.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz where were at it's hard to measure,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standin in front of a wall, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why I look sad and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why I can barely talk, well&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault so let me say I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;For makin you the reason for my fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could be like I was before.&lt;br /&gt;I was ridin high but now I'm feelin so low.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could make my world feel better,&lt;br /&gt;And take away the hurt so I won't be so far gone (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always hurt the people closest to ya,&lt;br /&gt;Guess I blamed you for everything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why it's so hard to tell ya,&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I'm writing you this song! yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why I look sad and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why I can barely talk, well,&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault so let me say I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;For makin you the reason for my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could be like I was before.&lt;br /&gt;I was ridin high but now I'm feelin so low.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could make my world feel better,&lt;br /&gt;And take away the hurt so I won't be so far gone. (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could be like I was before.&lt;br /&gt;I was ridin high but now I'm feelin so low.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could make my world feel better,&lt;br /&gt;And take away the hurt so I won't be so far gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could be like I was before.&lt;br /&gt;I was ridin high but now I'm feelin so low.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could make my world feel better,&lt;br /&gt;And take away the hurt so I won't be so far gone. (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish, (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6k2Y0EY9K4s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6k2Y0EY9K4s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-3560223296332995411?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3560223296332995411/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=3560223296332995411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3560223296332995411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3560223296332995411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1380022902754926481</id><published>2007-08-27T23:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:01:22.733+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='King Carole'/><title type='text'>Where you lead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wanting you the way I do&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;And I will go&lt;br /&gt;to the ends of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;'cause darling, to me that's what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lead&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere that you tell me to&lt;br /&gt;If you need- you need me to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out on the road&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' lonely and so cold&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is call my name&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;On the next train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lead&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere that you tell me to&lt;br /&gt;If you need-If you need me to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted a real home&lt;br /&gt;With flowers on the windowsill&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna live in New York City&lt;br /&gt;Honey you know I will&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could get satisafaction&lt;br /&gt;From just one man&lt;br /&gt;But if anyone can keep me happy&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lead&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere that you tell me to&lt;br /&gt;If you need you need me to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere that you tell me to&lt;br /&gt;If you need- you need me to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you lead&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, ohh, I'm gonna follow where you lead &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna follow where you lead &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna follow where you lead &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna follow where you lead &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna follow where you lead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Carole King&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXLdVQfC804"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXLdVQfC804" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1380022902754926481?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1380022902754926481/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1380022902754926481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1380022902754926481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1380022902754926481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-you-lead.html' title='Where you lead'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5437368813942632813</id><published>2007-08-26T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:57:31.877+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito y Fitipaldis'/><title type='text'>Por la boca vive el pez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Algo lo que me invade,&lt;br /&gt;todo viene de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Nunca lo que me sacie,&lt;br /&gt;siempre quiero, lobo hambriento.&lt;br /&gt;Todo me queda grande&lt;br /&gt;para no estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, quisiera darte&lt;br /&gt;siempre un poco más de lo que te pido.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que soñaré,&lt;br /&gt;si no estás que me despierto contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que quiero más,&lt;br /&gt;no se vivir solo con 5 sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Este mar cada vez guarda mas barcos hundidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu eres aire, yo papel,&lt;br /&gt;donde vayas yo me iré,&lt;br /&gt;si me quedo a oscuras&lt;br /&gt;luz de la locura ven y alumbrame.&lt;br /&gt;Alguien dijo alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;por la boca vive el pez&lt;br /&gt;y yo lo estoy diciendo,&lt;br /&gt;te lo estoy diciendo otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime porque preguntas&lt;br /&gt;cuanto te he echao de menos,&lt;br /&gt;si en cada canción que escribo corazón&lt;br /&gt;eres tú el acento.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estrella errante,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero ver la aurora&lt;br /&gt;quiero mirar tus ojos del color de la cocacola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que soñaré,&lt;br /&gt;si no estas que me despierto contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que quiero más,&lt;br /&gt;no se vivir solo con 5 sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;Este mar cada vez guarda mas barcos hundidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estas conmigo siempre que te canto,&lt;br /&gt;yo hago canciones para estar contigo,&lt;br /&gt;porque escribo igual que sangro,&lt;br /&gt;porque sangro todo lo que escribo.&lt;br /&gt;me he dado cuenta cada vez que canto&lt;br /&gt;que si no canto no se lo que digo.&lt;br /&gt;La pena está bailando con el llanto&lt;br /&gt;y cuando quiera bailará conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;La vida apenas solo dura un rato&lt;br /&gt;y es lo que tengo para estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;para decirte lo que nunca canto,&lt;br /&gt;para cantarte lo que nunca digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Fito y Fitipaldis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLyFjmB6ElQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLyFjmB6ElQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5437368813942632813?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5437368813942632813/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5437368813942632813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5437368813942632813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5437368813942632813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/08/por-la-boca-vive-el-pez.html' title='Por la boca vive el pez'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-993613429226092953</id><published>2007-08-19T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:39:36.088+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Calling'/><title type='text'>Wherever you will go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So lately, I've been wonderin&lt;br /&gt;Who will be there to take my place&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone, you'll need love&lt;br /&gt;To light the shadows on your face&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave should fall&lt;br /&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;And between the sand and stone&lt;br /&gt;Could you make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, I'll find out&lt;br /&gt;The way to make it back someday&lt;br /&gt;To watch you, to guide you&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkest of your days&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave should fall&lt;br /&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope there's someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Runaway with my hope&lt;br /&gt;Runaway with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now, just quite how&lt;br /&gt;My life and love might still go on&lt;br /&gt;In your heart and your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay with you for all of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;If I could make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8vFsvbQbaA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8vFsvbQbaA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-993613429226092953?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/993613429226092953/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=993613429226092953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/993613429226092953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/993613429226092953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/08/wherever-you-will-go.html' title='Wherever you will go'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1823200693316293883</id><published>2007-08-19T01:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:36.809+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morissette Alanis'/><title type='text'>What if god was one of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RseFUO-97mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UO9W-8S2EVA/s1600-h/Alanis%2520Morissette_int.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100191685686455906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RseFUO-97mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UO9W-8S2EVA/s200/Alanis%2520Morissette_int.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; If God had a name what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;And would you call it to his face?&lt;br /&gt;If you were faced with him in all his glory&lt;br /&gt;what would you ask if you had just one question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, God is great&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, God is good&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us?&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a face&lt;br /&gt;What would it look like?&lt;br /&gt;And would you want to see&lt;br /&gt;If seeing meant that you would have to believe&lt;br /&gt;In things like heaven and Jesus and the saints&lt;br /&gt;and all the Prophets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah God is great&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah God is good&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us?&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Back up to Heaven all alone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody callin' on the phone&lt;br /&gt;cept for the Pope maybe in Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah God is great&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah God is good&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God was one of us?&lt;br /&gt;Just a slob like one of us&lt;br /&gt;Just a stranger on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Like a holly Rolling Stone&lt;br /&gt;Back up to Heaven all alone&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make his way home&lt;br /&gt;Nobody callin' on the phone&lt;br /&gt;'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1823200693316293883?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1823200693316293883/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RseFUO-97mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UO9W-8S2EVA/s72-c/Alanis%2520Morissette_int.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-3579781478033307367</id><published>2007-08-18T02:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:37.028+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montaner Ricardo'/><title type='text'>Yo puedo hacer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RsY6U_yOR_I/AAAAAAAAA54/3gI9goPPVds/s1600-h/montaner_12suma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099827760437544946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RsY6U_yOR_I/AAAAAAAAA54/3gI9goPPVds/s400/montaner_12suma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yo puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;que las violetas abran hoy como a las diez,&lt;br /&gt;que la luciérnaga no apague hasta que pase el tren,&lt;br /&gt;y que septiembre en adelante caiga ocho todo el mes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;que los deshielos de mi alma no te mojen,&lt;br /&gt;que las provincias de tu cuerpo se rindan a mis versos,&lt;br /&gt;y el arco iris te sorprenda en blanco y negro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;que tu camino sea igualito al mío,&lt;br /&gt;que tus tristezas sean mis tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;yo puedo hacer...&lt;br /&gt;que el cielo se traslade hasta tu puerta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;de cada día tuyo, un siglo mío,&lt;br /&gt;de cada sueño tuyo, un sueño mío,&lt;br /&gt;yo puedo hacer...&lt;br /&gt;que veas amanecer con un suspiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo puedo hacer&lt;br /&gt;a los costados de tu cuerpo mi remanso,&lt;br /&gt;y en los balcones de tu pecho mi cabaña,&lt;br /&gt;y en el invierno de los pozos de tu río beber agua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;que tu camino sea igualito al mío,&lt;br /&gt;que tus tristezas sean mis tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;yo puedo hacer...&lt;br /&gt;que el cielo se traslade hasta tu puerta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;de cada día tuyo, un siglo mío,&lt;br /&gt;de cada sueño tuyo, un sueño mío,&lt;br /&gt;yo puedo hacer...&lt;br /&gt;que veas amanecer con un suspiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo puedo hacer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;que tu camino sea igualito al mío,&lt;br /&gt;que tus tristezas sean mis tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;yo puedo hacer...&lt;br /&gt;que el cielo se traslade hasta tu puerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;que las violetas abran hoy como a las diez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Artist: Ricardo Montaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1WDtamO66M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1WDtamO66M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-3579781478033307367?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3579781478033307367/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=3579781478033307367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3579781478033307367'/><link 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type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO0MIlOk4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/f1jKNj-m1I0/s1600-h/sarah+mclachlan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054081327394886530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="133" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO0MIlOk4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/f1jKNj-m1I0/s200/sarah+mclachlan.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;for that second chance&lt;br /&gt;For the break that will make it ok&lt;br /&gt;There's always some reason&lt;br /&gt;to feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;Memories seep from my veins&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty and weightless and maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO0MYlOk5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/6uIqn8vuy0o/s1600-h/city+of+angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054081331689853842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="169" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO0MYlOk5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/6uIqn8vuy0o/s200/city+of+angels.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the arms of the Angel far away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark, cold hotel room,&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the Angel;&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;There's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm keeps on twisting, keep on building the lies&lt;br /&gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;It don't make no difference, escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to believe&lt;br /&gt;In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of the Angel far away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this dark, cold hotel room,&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the arms of the Angel;&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the Angel;&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;Sountrack of City of Angels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ho3xjWVPT0M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ho3xjWVPT0M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-4769441397477451463?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4769441397477451463/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=4769441397477451463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4769441397477451463'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake, a smile, a laugh&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;Every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/btm79Uox_OU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/btm79Uox_OU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-3763400166926214397?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3763400166926214397/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=3763400166926214397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3763400166926214397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3763400166926214397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-of-you.html' title='Because of you'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5855140666978435938</id><published>2007-08-08T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:33:41.470+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Z'/><title type='text'>Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jay-Z:&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action)&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clouds in my storms&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain&lt;br /&gt;I hydroplane into fame (Eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Come'n down with the Dow Jones&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds come we gone&lt;br /&gt;We Rocafella (Eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;She fly higher than weather&lt;br /&gt;And she rocks it better&lt;br /&gt;You know me&lt;br /&gt;An anticipation for precipitation&lt;br /&gt;stacks chips for the rainy day (Eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Jay, rain man is back with lil Ms. Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You had my heart&lt;br /&gt;and we'll never be world apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in magazines&lt;br /&gt;but you'll still be my star&lt;br /&gt;Baby cause in the Dark&lt;br /&gt;You can see shiny Cars&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you need me there&lt;br /&gt;With you I'll always share&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;We’ll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath&lt;br /&gt;I'mma stick it out 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fancy things,&lt;br /&gt;will never come in between&lt;br /&gt;You're part of my entity&lt;br /&gt;Here for Infinity&lt;br /&gt;When the war has took it's part&lt;br /&gt;When the world has dealt it's cards&lt;br /&gt;If the hand is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll mend your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath&lt;br /&gt;I'mma stick it out 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run into my Arms&lt;br /&gt;It's okay don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;(Come into Me)&lt;br /&gt;(There's no distance in between our love)&lt;br /&gt;So Gonna let the rain pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all you need and more&lt;br /&gt;Because ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;We'll shine Together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath&lt;br /&gt;I'mma stick it out 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Ooo baby it's raining&lt;br /&gt;baby come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;It's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Ooo baby it's raining&lt;br /&gt;You can always come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Rihanna &amp;amp; Jay Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrTUhkN7RFA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrTUhkN7RFA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5855140666978435938?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5855140666978435938/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5855140666978435938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5855140666978435938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5855140666978435938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/08/umbrella.html' title='Umbrella'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5364999809890467535</id><published>2007-08-06T23:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:45:05.799+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anastacia'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sentimental days&lt;br /&gt;In a misty clouded haze&lt;br /&gt;Of a memory that now feels untrue&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel disguised&lt;br /&gt;Now I leave the mask behind&lt;br /&gt;Painting pictures that aren't so blue&lt;br /&gt;The pages I've turned are the lessons I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody bring up the lights I want you to see&lt;br /&gt;(Don't You Feel Sorry For Me)&lt;br /&gt;My life turned around&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still living my dreams&lt;br /&gt;(Yes it's true I've been)&lt;br /&gt;I've been through it all&lt;br /&gt;Hit about a million walls&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangled in a web&lt;br /&gt;With a pain hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;That was a time that I've now put to rest&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pages I've turned are the lessons I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody bring up the lights I want you to see&lt;br /&gt;(Don't You Feel Sorry For Me)&lt;br /&gt;My life turned around&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still living my dreams&lt;br /&gt;(Yes it's true I've been)&lt;br /&gt;I've been through it all&lt;br /&gt;Hit about a million walls&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental days&lt;br /&gt;In a mist of clouded haze&lt;br /&gt;Of a memory that now feels untrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody bring up the lights I want you to see&lt;br /&gt;(Don't You Feel Sorry For Me)&lt;br /&gt;My life turned around&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still living my dreams&lt;br /&gt;(Yes it's true I've been)&lt;br /&gt;I've been through it all&lt;br /&gt;Hit about a million walls&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my truth.. I still love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Anastacia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqNLNk8v-kI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqNLNk8v-kI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5364999809890467535?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5364999809890467535/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5364999809890467535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link 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type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, it's hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, I get insecure&lt;br /&gt;From all the fame, I'm so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all your friends, you're delirious&lt;br /&gt;So consumed in all your doom&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to fill the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;The piece is gone and the puzzle undone&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Words won't bring you down&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words won't bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do&lt;br /&gt;(no matter what we do)&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;(no matter what they say)&lt;br /&gt;We're the song inside the tune&lt;br /&gt;Full of beautiful mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere we go&lt;br /&gt;(everywhere we go)&lt;br /&gt;The sun will always shine&lt;br /&gt;(sun will always shine)&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow we might wake on the other side&lt;br /&gt;All the other times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words won't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;We are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3caZQtXaoH4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6111152731457192490</id><published>2007-07-26T21:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:36:10.515+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubio Paulina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keating Ronan'/><title type='text'>When you say nothing at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word, you can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may, I can never explain&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when you don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never&lt;br /&gt;leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me where&lt;br /&gt;ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es absurdo saber como hago tu voluntad&lt;br /&gt;Y te vuelves amor luz en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Tu no lo ves y esta escrito en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Yo lo escucho lo siento lo se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonries y se que tu puedes oirme&lt;br /&gt;Que tu piensas en mi&lt;br /&gt;Y yo puedo sentirte&lt;br /&gt;Estas entre el cuerpo y el alma&lt;br /&gt;Callada y total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never&lt;br /&gt;leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me where&lt;br /&gt;ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best, when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never&lt;br /&gt;leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me where&lt;br /&gt;ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;lo entiendo mejor , when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Ronan Keating &amp;amp; Paulina Rubio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLlf4u8iOwg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6111152731457192490?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6111152731457192490/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6111152731457192490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6111152731457192490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6111152731457192490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html' title='When you say nothing at all'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-744129526234148755</id><published>2007-07-26T19:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:10:12.526+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bread'/><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If a picture paints a thousand words,&lt;br /&gt;Then why can't I paint you?&lt;br /&gt;The words will never show the you I've come to know.&lt;br /&gt;If a face could launch a thousand ships,&lt;br /&gt;Then where am I to go?&lt;br /&gt;There's no one home but you,&lt;br /&gt;You're all that's left me too.&lt;br /&gt;And when my love for life is running dry,&lt;br /&gt;You come and pour yourself on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man could be two places at one time,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.&lt;br /&gt;If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend the end with you.&lt;br /&gt;And when the world was through,&lt;br /&gt;Then one by one the stars would all go out,&lt;br /&gt;Then you and I would simply fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/COI62wCc39/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-744129526234148755?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/744129526234148755/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=744129526234148755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/744129526234148755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/744129526234148755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/06/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1410271048183042530</id><published>2007-07-18T14:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:11:04.529+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Eyed Peas'/><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What's wrong with the world, mama&lt;br /&gt;People livin' like they ain't got no mamas&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole world addicted to the drama&lt;br /&gt;Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma&lt;br /&gt;Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism&lt;br /&gt;But we still got terrorists here livin'&lt;br /&gt;In the USA, the big CIA&lt;br /&gt;The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK&lt;br /&gt;But if you only have love for your own race&lt;br /&gt;Then you only leave space to discriminate&lt;br /&gt;And to discriminate only generates hate&lt;br /&gt;And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Madness is what you demonstrate&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly how anger works and operates&lt;br /&gt;Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight&lt;br /&gt;Take control of your mind and meditate&lt;br /&gt;Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People killin', people dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Children hurt and you hear them cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;And would you turn the other cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love&lt;br /&gt;The love, the love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't the same, always unchanged&lt;br /&gt;New days are strange, is the world insane&lt;br /&gt;If love and peace is so strong&lt;br /&gt;Why are there pieces of love that don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Nations droppin' bombs&lt;br /&gt;Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones&lt;br /&gt;With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young&lt;br /&gt;So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone&lt;br /&gt;So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong&lt;br /&gt;In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends&lt;br /&gt;Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother&lt;br /&gt;A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover&lt;br /&gt;The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug&lt;br /&gt;If you never know truth then you never know love&lt;br /&gt;Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;Where's the love, y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People killin', people dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Children hurt and you hear them cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Can you practice what you preach&lt;br /&gt;And would you turn the other cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love (The love)&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love, the love, the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Most of us only care about money makin'&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;Wrong information always shown by the media&lt;br /&gt;Negative images is the main criteria&lt;br /&gt;Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria&lt;br /&gt;Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema&lt;br /&gt;Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the fairness in equality&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity&lt;br /&gt;Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down&lt;br /&gt;There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found&lt;br /&gt;Now ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Father, Father help us&lt;br /&gt;Send some guidance from above&lt;br /&gt;'Cause people got me, got me questionin'&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing wit me y'all:&lt;br /&gt;One world, one world (We only got)&lt;br /&gt;One world, one world (That's all we got)&lt;br /&gt;One world, one world&lt;br /&gt;And something's wrong wit it (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong wit it (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong wit the wo-wo-world, yeah&lt;br /&gt;We only got&lt;br /&gt;(One world, one world)&lt;br /&gt;That's all we got&lt;br /&gt;(One world, one world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-3894254960650368334</id><published>2007-07-17T12:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:05:39.788+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Sueño de Morfeo'/><title type='text'>Nunca volverá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Mamá...que le encanta esta canción =0)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;La encontraron días después&lt;br /&gt;Con las manos blancas de pintar&lt;br /&gt;Su nombre en la pared&lt;br /&gt;Y el tuyo junto a él borrado de pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca volverá&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca ha estado allí&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las promesas que hizo no eran de verdad&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca volverá&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca ha estado allí&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las promesas que hizo no eran de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al verte quiso gritar&lt;br /&gt;Y no pudo más que susurrar&lt;br /&gt;Palabras sin razón&lt;br /&gt;Rompió su corazón lamentando pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca volverá&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca ha estado allí&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las promesas que hizo no eran de verdad&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca volverá&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca ha estado allí&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las promesas que hizo no eran de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca volverá&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca ha estado allí&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las promesas que hizo no eran de verdad&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca volverá&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca ha estado allí&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las promesas que hizo no eran de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca volverá&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca ha estado allí&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las promesas que hizo no eran de verdad&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca volverá&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca ha estado allí&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las promesas que hizo no eran de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca volverá&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca ha estado allí&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las promesas que hizo no eran de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: El Sueño de Morfeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_i9Jio4xeg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-3894254960650368334?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3894254960650368334/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=3894254960650368334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3894254960650368334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3894254960650368334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/nunca-volver.html' title='Nunca volverá...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1689898985831317068</id><published>2007-07-16T19:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:46:50.737+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tunstall KT'/><title type='text'>Other side of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Over the sea and far away&lt;br /&gt;She's waiting like an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to change&lt;br /&gt;But she's cold inside&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be like the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the muscles tighten in her face&lt;br /&gt;Buries her soul in one embrace&lt;br /&gt;They're one and the same&lt;br /&gt;Just like water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;Most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's to hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're the other side of the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On comes the panic light&lt;br /&gt;Holding on with fingers and feelings alike&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come&lt;br /&gt;To move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me&lt;br /&gt;Can you let me go&lt;br /&gt;And can you still love me&lt;br /&gt;When you can't see me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTiLET_dAro" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1689898985831317068?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1689898985831317068/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1689898985831317068&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1689898985831317068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1689898985831317068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/other-side-of-world.html' title='Other side of the world'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-898128724650242693</id><published>2007-07-12T21:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:48:52.495+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bublé Michael'/><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're a falling star, You're the get away car.&lt;br /&gt;You're the line in the sand when I go too far.&lt;br /&gt;You're the swimming pool, on an August day.&lt;br /&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you play you're coy, but it's kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe, that I'm your man,&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,&lt;br /&gt;And you know that's what our love can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, You make me sing.&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're every song, and I sing along.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're my everything.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Michael Bublé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SPUJIbXN0WY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5100704471031847684</id><published>2007-07-12T00:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:39.159+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manillow barry'/><title type='text'>Even now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RpVfLZXBBJI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RUvKvX-hB3o/s1600-h/the-essencial-barry-manilow-W200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086076003575465106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RpVfLZXBBJI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RUvKvX-hB3o/s200/the-essencial-barry-manilow-W200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Even Now&lt;br /&gt;When there's someone else who cares&lt;br /&gt;When there's someone home&lt;br /&gt;who's waiting just for me&lt;br /&gt;Even now I think about you&lt;br /&gt;as I'm climbing up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what to do so she won't see&lt;br /&gt;That even now&lt;br /&gt;When I know it wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;And I found a better life than what we had&lt;br /&gt;Even now I wakeup crying in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe it still could hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even now when I have come so far&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it's still so hard without you&lt;br /&gt;Even now when I come shining through&lt;br /&gt;I swear I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And how I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;Even now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now&lt;br /&gt;When I never hear your name&lt;br /&gt;And the world has changed so much since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;Even now I still remember and the feeling's still the same&lt;br /&gt;And the pain inside of me goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;Even now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even now when I have come so far&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it's still so hard without you&lt;br /&gt;Even now when I come shining through&lt;br /&gt;I swear I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And God I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;Some how&lt;br /&gt;Even now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Barry Manillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/14X9dTxFZi/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/14X9dTxFZi/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5100704471031847684?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5100704471031847684/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5100704471031847684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5100704471031847684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5100704471031847684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/even-now.html' title='Even now'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RpVfLZXBBJI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RUvKvX-hB3o/s72-c/the-essencial-barry-manilow-W200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2536151225555505366</id><published>2007-07-10T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:33:03.649+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisbal David'/><title type='text'>Torre de Babel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somos fichas de ajedrez en un juego de poder,&lt;br /&gt;es necesario aprender a vivir en armonía,&lt;br /&gt;porque mientras unos mueren de hambre,&lt;br /&gt;otros derrochan dinero y tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;en cosas sin sentido, eso es claro,&lt;br /&gt;esto es un llamado, y agúzate que se acaba el tiempo ¡¡suéltao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira bien,&lt;br /&gt;Todo va mal y todo esta al revés,&lt;br /&gt;y tal vez no haya una segunda vez,&lt;br /&gt;para mirar las rosas rojas del Edén.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mira bien,&lt;br /&gt;que se abre el suelo bajo nuestros pies,&lt;br /&gt;y caerás no importa donde estés,&lt;br /&gt;sobre las ruinas de la Torre de Babel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nuestro trato ya no que queda nada,&lt;br /&gt;no te hemos dado lo que tú esperabas,&lt;br /&gt;roto el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;ahora sangra de dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por timonel un grupo de invidentes,&lt;br /&gt;que se ha encallado en este mar de gente&lt;br /&gt;nada importa ya,&lt;br /&gt;nada tiene su lugar,&lt;br /&gt;se puede respirar,&lt;br /&gt;tanta desolación,&lt;br /&gt;de lágrimas al viento,&lt;br /&gt;y va una cruz en medio de la procesión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira bien,&lt;br /&gt;Todo va mal y todo esta al revés,&lt;br /&gt;y tal vez no haya una segunda vez,&lt;br /&gt;para mirar las rosas rojas del Edén.&lt;br /&gt;Mira bien,&lt;br /&gt;que se abre el suelo bajo nuestros pies,&lt;br /&gt;y caerás no importa donde estés,&lt;br /&gt;sobre las ruinas de la Torre de Babel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es necesario que te hable del tema, están pasando,&lt;br /&gt;problemas, o te salvas o te condenas, algunos en el alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;ahogan las penas, otros en el barrio se destrozan las venas,&lt;br /&gt;rema, que el barco se te quema, yo veo sangre en la escena,&lt;br /&gt;yo que tú acepto a Jesucristo y me pongo el emblema, me recojo,&lt;br /&gt;y cambio el sistema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tú decides tu final, te quiero hablar,&lt;br /&gt;sólo restar llorar, el mundo anda mal, no te quiero engañar,&lt;br /&gt;sólo detente a pensar, tenemos que reaccionar,&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo se está acabando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciegos, estúpidos e indiferentes,&lt;br /&gt;masa febril de ricos e indigentes,&lt;br /&gt;pasto de cortar,&lt;br /&gt;que no sabe adonde va.&lt;br /&gt;Somos fichas de un ajedrez siniestro,&lt;br /&gt;para apostar en pleno nuestros cuerpos,&lt;br /&gt;juego de poder,&lt;br /&gt;sembrar fuego por doquier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los hombres de razón,&lt;br /&gt;especie en extinción,&lt;br /&gt;ha muerto la consciencia,&lt;br /&gt;y solo queda el eco de la decepción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agúzate,&lt;br /&gt;que se te acaba el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;de abrir los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;antes del abismo,&lt;br /&gt;que da lo mismo,&lt;br /&gt;el sufrimiento,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres prisionero de tu egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No des la espalda al llanto de la gente,&lt;br /&gt;que lo que mata es ser indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;no des la vuelta a la tormenta,&lt;br /&gt;porque al final serás quien pague la cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero cielo transparente,&lt;br /&gt;en el mundo entero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces sufrir, te enseña a vivir, deja de fingir, no esperes&lt;br /&gt;a morir, en esta selva de cemento hay que resistir, empieza&lt;br /&gt;a brindar para recibir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo tú decides tu final, te quiero hablar,&lt;br /&gt;solo restar llorar, el mundo anda mal, no te quiero engañar,&lt;br /&gt;solo detente a pensar, tenemos que reaccionar,&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo se está acabando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira bien,&lt;br /&gt;Todo va mal y todo esta al revés,&lt;br /&gt;y tal vez no haya una segunda vez,&lt;br /&gt;para mirar las rosas rojas del Edén.&lt;br /&gt;Mira bien&lt;br /&gt;que se abre el suelo bajo nuestros pies,&lt;br /&gt;y caerás no importa donde estés,&lt;br /&gt;sobre las ruinas de la Torre de Babel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: David Bisbal, Vicente Amigo, W&amp;amp;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHlFctCZFcY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHlFctCZFcY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-2536151225555505366?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/2536151225555505366/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=2536151225555505366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2536151225555505366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2536151225555505366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/torre-de-babel.html' title='Torre de Babel'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6838903057654500610</id><published>2007-07-09T22:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:35:47.391+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marx Richard'/><title type='text'>Right here waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oceans apart day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice on the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;How can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times&lt;br /&gt;That I though would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' CrAzY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;br /&gt;This romance&lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' cRaZy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Richard Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JDTAqsMNEM" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9JDTAqsMNEM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6838903057654500610?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6838903057654500610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6838903057654500610&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6838903057654500610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6838903057654500610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/right-here-waiting.html' title='Right here waiting...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2928469751175303250</id><published>2007-07-07T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:44:42.171+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backstreet Boys'/><title type='text'>I want it that way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are my fire&lt;br /&gt;The one desire&lt;br /&gt;Believe when I say&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are two worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;Can't reach to your heart&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;That I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I your fire&lt;br /&gt;Your one desire&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it's too late&lt;br /&gt;But I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see that we're falling apart&lt;br /&gt;From the way that it used to be, yeah&lt;br /&gt;No matter the distance&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That deep down inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my fire&lt;br /&gt;The one desire&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are, you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna hear you say)&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin but a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna hear you say it)&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4J0kSby_Oc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4J0kSby_Oc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-2928469751175303250?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/2928469751175303250/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=2928469751175303250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2928469751175303250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2928469751175303250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-it-that-way.html' title='I want it that way'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-7008680549737955070</id><published>2007-07-07T13:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:22:48.202+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maná'/><title type='text'>Manda una señal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Te quiero, si te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Voy andando como fiera&lt;br /&gt;Tras tus pies, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veo y te deseo&lt;br /&gt;Pero tú tienes tu dueño&lt;br /&gt;Y no te puedes safar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días se pasan sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;Las noches se alargan sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Sin tu amor, sin tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, si tuvieras libertad,&lt;br /&gt;A tu lado yo estaría amor,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, dame, dame una señal,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando seas libre mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, no lo puedo soportar,&lt;br /&gt;No me quiero derrumbar,&lt;br /&gt;Mándame un mensaje, una señal,&lt;br /&gt;Manda una señal de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Manda una señal amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veo acorralada,&lt;br /&gt;De unos brazos q no te dejan mover,&lt;br /&gt;Te deseo y me deseas&lt;br /&gt;Pero estas muy aprisionada corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no viviré sin tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Y no parare hasta tener,&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor y tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, estoy viviendo sin vivir,&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muriendo sin poder morir,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, dime, dime tell me tu,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando seas libre mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay no lo puedo soportar,&lt;br /&gt;No me quiero derrumbar,&lt;br /&gt;Mándame un mensaje, una señal,&lt;br /&gt;Mándame tu luz amor,&lt;br /&gt;Manda una señal amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivir, sin ti vivir,&lt;br /&gt;Estarse muriendo sin morir;&lt;br /&gt;Estar, sin ti, estar,&lt;br /&gt;Estarse muriendo sin morir,&lt;br /&gt;Amor, donde estarás,&lt;br /&gt;Manda un mensaje, una señal,&lt;br /&gt;Y no, no pararé,&lt;br /&gt;No viviré sin ti amor, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Maná&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBSPNs6w--E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBSPNs6w--E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-7008680549737955070?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7008680549737955070/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=7008680549737955070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7008680549737955070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7008680549737955070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/manda-una-seal.html' title='Manda una señal'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-886990669907323184</id><published>2007-07-06T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:22:16.778+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Efecto Mariposa'/><title type='text'>El Mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;esta noche amor no he pesado en ti&lt;br /&gt;abrí&amp;shy; los ojos para ver entorno a mi&lt;br /&gt;y en torno a mi giraba el mundo como siempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gira el mundo gira&lt;br /&gt;en el espacio infinito&lt;br /&gt;con amores que comienzan&lt;br /&gt;con amores que se han ido&lt;br /&gt;con las penas y alegri&amp;shy;as&lt;br /&gt;de la gente como yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo&lt;br /&gt;llorando ahora yo te busco,&lt;br /&gt;en el silencio yo me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;y no soy nada al verte a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo...&lt;br /&gt;no se ha parado ni un momento&lt;br /&gt;su noche muere y llega el di&amp;shy;a&lt;br /&gt;Y ese di&amp;shy;a vendras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Yo,&lt;br /&gt;que aun pensaba que eras algo especial&lt;br /&gt;después la vida me ha enseñado mucho más&lt;br /&gt;que entorno a ti no gira todo como siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gira el mundo gira&lt;br /&gt;en el espacio infinito&lt;br /&gt;con amores que comienzan&lt;br /&gt;con amores que se han ido&lt;br /&gt;con las penas y alegri&amp;shy;as&lt;br /&gt;de la gente como yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo&lt;br /&gt;llorando ahora yo te busco,&lt;br /&gt;en el silencio yo me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;y no soy nada al verte a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo...&lt;br /&gt;no se ha parado ni un momento&lt;br /&gt;su noche muere y llega el di&amp;shy;a&lt;br /&gt;Y ese di&amp;shy;a vendras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo&lt;br /&gt;llorando ahora yo te busco,&lt;br /&gt;en el silencio yo me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;y no soy nada al verte a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el mundo...&lt;br /&gt;no se ha parado ni un momento&lt;br /&gt;su noche muere y llega el di&amp;shy;a&lt;br /&gt;Y ese di&amp;shy;a vendrás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Artist: Efecto Mariposa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSdrOR0W7KY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSdrOR0W7KY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-886990669907323184?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/886990669907323184/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=886990669907323184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/886990669907323184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/886990669907323184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-mundo.html' title='El Mundo...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-4215717606182026844</id><published>2007-07-03T20:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:38:56.074+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iglesias Enrique'/><title type='text'>Do you know? (The ping pong song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone&lt;br /&gt;that’s in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know&lt;br /&gt;the lock on the door has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If birds flying south is a sign of changes&lt;br /&gt;At least you can predict this every year.&lt;br /&gt;Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get it to speak&lt;br /&gt;Maybe finding all the things it took to save us&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Look in your eyes to see something about me&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing on the edge and I don’t know what else to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone&lt;br /&gt;that’s in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know&lt;br /&gt;the lock on the door has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you. . . .&lt;br /&gt;If you just don’t talk to me, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flow through my act&lt;br /&gt;There's a question is she needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And decide all the man I can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the last 3 years like I did,&lt;br /&gt;I could never see us ending like this.&lt;br /&gt;(Do you Know?)&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your face no more on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;Is a scene that’s never ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know?)&lt;br /&gt;But after this episode I don’t see,&lt;br /&gt;you could never tell the next thing life could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone&lt;br /&gt;that’s in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know&lt;br /&gt;the lock on the door has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like loving someone&lt;br /&gt;that’s in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;to be the last one to know&lt;br /&gt;the lock on the door has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels loving someone&lt;br /&gt;thats in a rush to throw you away.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;to be the last one to know&lt;br /&gt;the lock on the door has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know,Do you know,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, Do ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-4215717606182026844?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4215717606182026844/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=4215717606182026844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4215717606182026844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4215717606182026844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-know-ping-pong-song.html' title='Do you know? (The ping pong song)'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-4269887867787931357</id><published>2007-07-01T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:22:42.206+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple plan'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gawcyODiKls"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gawcyODiKls" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-4269887867787931357?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4269887867787931357/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=4269887867787931357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4269887867787931357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4269887867787931357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome to my life'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1910560282185665636</id><published>2007-06-30T16:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:51:33.740+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Furtado Nelly'/><title type='text'>All good things (come to an end)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Honestly what will become of me&lt;br /&gt;don't like reality&lt;br /&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;br /&gt;But really life is daily&lt;br /&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;br /&gt;Missed everything daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling I only stop at exits&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Young and restless&lt;br /&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;br /&gt;The pain sets in and I don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Die die die die die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the dogs were barking at a new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon&lt;br /&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away&lt;br /&gt;And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and&lt;br /&gt;the rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;br /&gt;the dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1j5_7V0DMkA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1j5_7V0DMkA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1910560282185665636?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1910560282185665636/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1910560282185665636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1910560282185665636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1910560282185665636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-goo-things-como-to-end.html' title='All good things (come to an end)'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6001872198264256315</id><published>2007-06-29T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:01:46.617+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green day'/><title type='text'>Boulevard of broken dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line&lt;br /&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxfpMGLMZ7Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bxfpMGLMZ7Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-6001872198264256315?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6001872198264256315/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=6001872198264256315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6001872198264256315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6001872198264256315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/06/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of broken dreams'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1719047112700537267</id><published>2007-06-26T19:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:39.641+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juanes'/><title type='text'>Para tu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO4xYlOk8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ni-0CIhoYO4/s1600-h/Juanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054086365391524802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO4xYlOk8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ni-0CIhoYO4/s200/Juanes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Para tu amor lo tengo todo&lt;br /&gt;desde mi sangre hasta la esencia de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;y para tu amor que es mi tesoro&lt;br /&gt;tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;y tengo también&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un corazón que se muere por dar amor&lt;br /&gt;y que no conoce el fin&lt;br /&gt;un corazón que late por vos&lt;br /&gt;para tu amor no hay despedida&lt;br /&gt;para tu amor yo solo tengo eternidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y para tu amor que me ilumina&lt;br /&gt;tengo una luna, una arco iris y un clavel&lt;br /&gt;y tengo también&lt;br /&gt;un corazón que se muere por dar amor&lt;br /&gt;y que no conoce fin&lt;br /&gt;un corazón que late por vos&lt;br /&gt;Por eso yo te quiero tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;que no sé como explicar lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te quiero porque tu dolor es mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;y no hay dudas&lt;br /&gt;yo te quiero con el alma y con el corazón&lt;br /&gt;te venero&lt;br /&gt;hoy y siempre gracias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yo te doy a ti mi amor&lt;br /&gt;por existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para tu amor lo tengo todo&lt;br /&gt;lo tengo todo y lo que no tengo también&lt;br /&gt;lo conseguiré&lt;br /&gt;para tu amor que es mi tesoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;y tengo también....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1719047112700537267?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1719047112700537267/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1719047112700537267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1719047112700537267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1719047112700537267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-tu-amor.html' title='Para tu amor'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO4xYlOk8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ni-0CIhoYO4/s72-c/Juanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-309574291613534593</id><published>2007-06-23T20:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:49:16.194+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin Bandera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montaner Ricardo'/><title type='text'>Será</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y me quedé soñando, con la ilusión a cuestas,&lt;br /&gt;con la esperanza guardada,&lt;br /&gt;en el bolsillo roto de un pantalón,&lt;br /&gt;en el baúl sin fondo de mis decepciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aletargado en el tiempo obsesionado con verte&lt;br /&gt;Se enrojecieron mis ojos se marchitaba mi mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será, que aún no se llenaba la luna&lt;br /&gt;Será, que el tiempo fue menguando nuestras ganas&lt;br /&gt;Será, será, será, será la luna&lt;br /&gt;Será, será, será, serán las ganas, será...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me quedé en suspenso, con una historia breve,&lt;br /&gt;en los niveles más bajos de mis latidos del corazón&lt;br /&gt;entre lo inverosímil de mis frustraciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aletargado en el tiempo obsesionado con verte&lt;br /&gt;se enrojecieron mis ojos se marchitaba mi mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será, que aún no se llenaba la luna&lt;br /&gt;será, que el tiempo fue menguando nuestras ganas&lt;br /&gt;será, será, será, será la luna.&lt;br /&gt;será, será, será, serán las ganas, será...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será, que aún no se llenaba la luna.&lt;br /&gt;será, que el tiempo fue menguando nuestras ganas&lt;br /&gt;será, será, será, será la luna.&lt;br /&gt;será, será, será, serán las ganas, será...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Sin Bandera / Ricardo Montaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBtiVpYeDyY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBtiVpYeDyY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-309574291613534593?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/309574291613534593/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=309574291613534593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/309574291613534593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/309574291613534593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-me-qued-soando-con-la-ilusin-cuestas.html' title='Será'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-979255723631717297</id><published>2007-06-15T02:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:39.791+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Arrebato'/><title type='text'>Un amor tan grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Isabella, que ama todas las&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;canciones de El Arrebato...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RddmJogjMfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YLQ--W0SFtY/s1600-h/arrebato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032603424288616946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RddmJogjMfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YLQ--W0SFtY/s200/arrebato.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No sé por qué yo me tuve&lt;br /&gt;que fijar en sus ojillos&lt;br /&gt;en su manera de reír, de hablar conmigo&lt;br /&gt;en su mirada, en su matita de pelo&lt;br /&gt;si yo no la quiero querer por qué&lt;br /&gt;la quiero, por qué me obliga el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentaré cuando la mire&lt;br /&gt;que no me brillen los ojos&lt;br /&gt;que no me tiemblen las palabras si le hablo&lt;br /&gt;que nadie sepa que me estoy enamorando&lt;br /&gt;hay veces que es mejor callar si&lt;br /&gt;estás amando y yo no la debo querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero un amor tan grande&lt;br /&gt;tú no puedes esconderlo&lt;br /&gt;por ninguna parte&lt;br /&gt;cómo vas a prohibirle al corazón&lt;br /&gt;enamorarse, yo lo guardo en mis adentros&lt;br /&gt;pero sale, rebosa por todas partes,&lt;br /&gt;un amor tan grande &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer la vi , es tan bonito&lt;br /&gt;solamente contemplarla&lt;br /&gt;tan hermoso ver un gesto de su cara&lt;br /&gt;que se te olvida que ha venido&lt;br /&gt;acompañada por ese amigo&lt;br /&gt;que la cuida y que la ama y&lt;br /&gt;nada sabe de mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;Cómo entender soñar con algo&lt;br /&gt;que la vida te ha prohibido&lt;br /&gt;amar a alguien sin poder&lt;br /&gt;gritar "te quiero", el deseo&lt;br /&gt;de ignorar un sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;es igual que pretender&lt;br /&gt;parar el viento y yo&lt;br /&gt;no se qué voy hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un amor tan grande&lt;br /&gt;tú no puedes esconderlo&lt;br /&gt;por ninguna parte, cómo vas&lt;br /&gt;a prohibirle al corazón&lt;br /&gt;enamorarse, yo lo guardo en mis adentros&lt;br /&gt;pero sale, rebosa por todas partes,&lt;br /&gt;un amor tan grande tú no puedes esconderlo&lt;br /&gt;por ninguna parte, cómo vas&lt;br /&gt;a prohibirle al corazón&lt;br /&gt;enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: El Arrebato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-979255723631717297?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/979255723631717297/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=979255723631717297&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/979255723631717297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/979255723631717297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/06/un-amor-tan-grande.html' title='Un amor tan grande'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RddmJogjMfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YLQ--W0SFtY/s72-c/arrebato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5605073076039075553</id><published>2007-06-12T22:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:23:41.419+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fergó Nuria'/><title type='text'>Volver a comenzar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Despertar con la luz de la mañana&lt;br /&gt;y renovar otro día mas la fuerza&lt;br /&gt;para amar en tiempos revueltos&lt;br /&gt;descubrir sin quererlo así lo fragil que es vivir&lt;br /&gt;decidiendo a cada paso un porvenir&lt;br /&gt;de futuro incierto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es sencillo avanzar olvidando lo vivido&lt;br /&gt;cuando tanto se ha dado por perdido&lt;br /&gt;y el camino es volver a comenzar&lt;br /&gt;le canto al viento por todo el que venció su desaliento&lt;br /&gt;le canto al mar por todo aquel que tuvo que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;para mpezar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidir avanzar en el camino&lt;br /&gt;sin dejar que el pasado ni el destino&lt;br /&gt;puedan destruir una vida honesta&lt;br /&gt;revolver alegrías y lamentos&lt;br /&gt;y entender que es verdad que sólo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;nos dará todas las respuestas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es sencillo avanzar olvidando lo vivido&lt;br /&gt;cuando tanto se ha dado por perdido&lt;br /&gt;y el camino es volver a comenzar&lt;br /&gt;le canto al viento por todo el que venció su desaliento&lt;br /&gt;le canto al mar por todo aquel que tuvo que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;para empezar….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Nuria Fergó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p0aym8n6-lQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p0aym8n6-lQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5605073076039075553?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5605073076039075553/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5605073076039075553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5605073076039075553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5605073076039075553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/06/volver-comenzar.html' title='Volver a comenzar'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2161820791897801723</id><published>2007-06-12T22:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:22:55.449+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorena'/><title type='text'>Sin medida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Poco en ella fue sincero,&lt;br /&gt;contara lo que contara siempre lo hacía al revés.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no fue lo que parece, entre líos y patrañas fue tejiendo lo que fue.&lt;br /&gt;Todo en ella era ilógico,&lt;br /&gt;indudablemente irónico, místico,&lt;br /&gt;pero su belleza pudo más.&lt;br /&gt;Subió al escenario, llegó a lo más alto,venció a los gigantes y así ella vivió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIN MEDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;SE PASÓ TODA LA VIDA SIN MEDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;OCULTANDO SUS HERIDAS CON MENTIRAS,&lt;br /&gt;SE PASÓ TODA LA VIDA SIN MEDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;APOSTANDO Y PERDIENDO TODO POR UN CORAZÓN QUE LE TRAICIONÓ.&lt;br /&gt;SU BELLEZA, COMO EL HUMO SE ESFUMÓ Y ENVEJECIÓ,SOLA Y SIN MEDIDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reina de la fantasía,&lt;br /&gt;amante y musa de lo efímero, del poder y la miseria,&lt;br /&gt;todo en ella era ilógico,&lt;br /&gt;indudablemente irónico, místico,&lt;br /&gt;pero su belleza pudo más.&lt;br /&gt;Subió al escenario, llegó a lo más alto,venció a los gigantes y así ella vivió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIN MEDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;SE PASÓ TODA LA VIDA SIN MEDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;OCULTANDO SUS HERIDAS CON MENTIRAS,&lt;br /&gt;SE PASÓ TODA LA VIDA SIN MEDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;APOSTANDO Y PERDIENDO TODO POR UN CORAZÓN QUE LE TRAICIONÓ.&lt;br /&gt;SU BELLEZA, COMO EL HUMO SE ESFUMÓ Y ENVEJECIÓ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sola)Como la mariposa se apagó y se quedó,&lt;br /&gt;(sola)huyendo de la gloria de la juventud,&lt;br /&gt;(sola)como la mariposa se apagó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subió al escenario, llegó a lo más alto,venció a los gigantes y así ella vivió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin medida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIN MEDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;SE PASÓ TODA LA VIDA SIN MEDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;OCULTANDO SUS HERIDAS CON MENTIRAS,&lt;br /&gt;SE PASÓ TODA LA VIDA SIN MEDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;APOSTANDO Y PERDIENDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un angel sin su cielo,&lt;br /&gt;se quedó la bella sola se quedó,&lt;br /&gt;dame amor y dame y dimelo.&lt;br /&gt;Sola, sola se quedo&lt;br /&gt;sin medida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Lorena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFJcjDAdDJ8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFJcjDAdDJ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-2161820791897801723?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/2161820791897801723/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=2161820791897801723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2161820791897801723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/2161820791897801723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/06/sin-medida.html' title='Sin medida'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-7074940691892035198</id><published>2007-05-25T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:52:45.107+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midler Bette'/><title type='text'>Wing beneath my wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It must have been cold there in my shadow,&lt;br /&gt;to never have sunlight on your face.&lt;br /&gt;You were content to let me shine, that's your way.&lt;br /&gt;You always walked a step behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the one with all the glory,&lt;br /&gt;while you were the one with all the strength.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful face without a name for so long.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful smile to hide the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero,&lt;br /&gt;and everything I would like to be?&lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;for you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have appeared to go unnoticed,&lt;br /&gt;but I've got it all here in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.&lt;br /&gt;I would be nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero?&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I wish I could be.&lt;br /&gt;I could fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;for you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you you're my hero?&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything I wish I could be.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;for you are the wind beneath my wings,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,&lt;br /&gt;so high I almost touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you,&lt;br /&gt;thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Bette Midler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4FdHn-rx-A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4FdHn-rx-A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-7074940691892035198?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7074940691892035198/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=7074940691892035198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7074940691892035198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7074940691892035198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/05/wing-beneath-my-wings.html' title='Wing beneath my wings'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-3596908230508852096</id><published>2007-05-16T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:40.088+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyonce'/><title type='text'>Beautiful liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RktPgaZjcdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CmIv1VHaCds/s1600-h/b.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065229624169165266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RktPgaZjcdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CmIv1VHaCds/s200/b.bmp" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ay, Ay, Ay&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes being played&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce, Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Shakira, Shakira (hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] He said I'm worth it,&lt;br /&gt;his one desire&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] I know things about 'em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that you wouldn't wanna read about&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] He kissed me, his one and only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(yes) beautiful Liar&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] Tell me how you tolerate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the things that you just found out about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] You never know&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] Why are we the ones who suffer&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] I have to let go&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] He won't be the one to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] (Ay) Let's not kill the karma&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) Let's not start a fight&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) It's not worth the drama&lt;br /&gt;For a beautiful liar&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] (Oh) Did he laugh about it&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) It's not worth our time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) We can live without 'em&lt;br /&gt;Just a beautiful liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] I trusted him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but when I followed you, I saw you together&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] I didn't know about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then 'till I saw you with him again&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] I walked in on your love scene, slow dancing&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] You stole everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how can you say I did you wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] You never know&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] When the pain and heartbreak's over&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] I have to let go&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] The innocence is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] (Ay) Let's not kill the karma&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) Let's not start a fight&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) It's not worth the drama&lt;br /&gt;For a beautiful liar&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] (Oh) Did he laugh about it&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) It's not worth our time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) We can live without 'em&lt;br /&gt;Just a beautiful liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] Tell me how to forgive you&lt;br /&gt;When it's me who's ashamed&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] And I wish could free you&lt;br /&gt;Of the hurt and the pain&lt;br /&gt;(Both) But the answer is simple&lt;br /&gt;He's the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] (Ay) Let's not kill the karma&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) Let's not start a fight&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) It's not worth the drama&lt;br /&gt;For a beautiful liar&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] (Oh) Did he laugh about it&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) It's not worth our time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) We can live without 'em&lt;br /&gt;Just a beautiful liar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Artist: Beyonce &amp;amp; Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-3596908230508852096?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3596908230508852096/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=3596908230508852096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3596908230508852096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/3596908230508852096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/05/beautiful-liar.html' title='Beautiful liar'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RktPgaZjcdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CmIv1VHaCds/s72-c/b.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-9041448908672077324</id><published>2007-05-11T23:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:35:13.548+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibarra Benny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosé Miguel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Si puedo volverte a ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Miguel Bosé)&lt;br /&gt;En cuanto puede se me escapa&lt;br /&gt;y de momento lo que ha sido... fue&lt;br /&gt;en esta ausencia que respiro&lt;br /&gt;hay algo más... y otras muchas por llover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Benny Ibarra)&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo aprender a estar perdido?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo empezar a echar de menos cuando estreno corazón?&lt;br /&gt;y si es mi suerte que sea fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;que me queme todo entero y de una vez, ehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ambos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y cuando quieras te lo escribo&lt;br /&gt;sin un descanso mientras que hay una pared&lt;br /&gt;en pleno cielo y por si acaso en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;que me aguanto lo que muero&lt;br /&gt;si puedo volverte a ver, eyehhh.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Miguel Bosé)&lt;br /&gt;En cuanto puede se me escapa&lt;br /&gt;del aire cuelga mis suspiros.. y es...&lt;br /&gt;así de simple, asi de grande&lt;br /&gt;es algo que... no consigo no querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos)&lt;br /&gt;Y no me cabe mas paciencia&lt;br /&gt;estoy cansado de morderme el corazón, no puedo más&lt;br /&gt;si es el destino que me rompe a estas alturas&lt;br /&gt;que me parta de una vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y cuando quieras te lo escribo&lt;br /&gt;sin un descanso mientras que hay una pared&lt;br /&gt;en pleno cielo y por si acaso en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;que me aguanto lo que muero&lt;br /&gt;si puedo volverte a ver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Miguel Bosé)&lt;br /&gt;En cada mirada se me va&lt;br /&gt;cada abrazo un laberinto que nunca deshare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ambos)&lt;br /&gt;Cada silencio, eternidad&lt;br /&gt;en cada noche hay un secreto que me da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y cuando quieras te lo escribo&lt;br /&gt;sin un descanso mientras que hay una pared&lt;br /&gt;en pleno cielo y por si acaso en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;que me aguanto lo que muero&lt;br /&gt;si puedo volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;si puedo volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;si puedo volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;si puedo volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;si puedo volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;si puedo volverte a ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Miguel Bosé &amp;amp; Benny Ibarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTz30BF8f54"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTz30BF8f54" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-9041448908672077324?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-7822274947325018024</id><published>2007-05-10T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:40.487+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montaner Ricardo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juanes'/><title type='text'>Échame a mi la culpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RkOLV6ycbUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ndA5Ce-nfs0/s1600-h/lasmejores.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063043614768917826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RkOLV6ycbUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ndA5Ce-nfs0/s200/lasmejores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sabes mejor que nadie&lt;br /&gt;Que me fallaste,&lt;br /&gt;Que lo que prometiste&lt;br /&gt;Se te olvidó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes a ciencia cierta&lt;br /&gt;Que me engañaste&lt;br /&gt;Aunque nadie te amaba&lt;br /&gt;Igual que yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lleno estoy de razones&lt;br /&gt;Pa' despreciarte&lt;br /&gt;Y sin embargo quiero&lt;br /&gt;Que seas feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y allá en el otro mundo&lt;br /&gt;En vez de infierno&lt;br /&gt;Encuentres gloria,&lt;br /&gt;Y que una nube de tu memoria&lt;br /&gt;Me borre a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y allá en el otro mundo&lt;br /&gt;En vez de infierno&lt;br /&gt;Encuentres gloria,&lt;br /&gt;Y que una nube de tu memoria&lt;br /&gt;Me borre a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dile al que te pregunte&lt;br /&gt;Que no te quise,&lt;br /&gt;Dile que te engañaba,&lt;br /&gt;Que fui lo peor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Échame a mí la culpa&lt;br /&gt;De lo que pase,&lt;br /&gt;Cúbrete tú la espalda&lt;br /&gt;Con mi dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y allá en el otro mundo&lt;br /&gt;En vez de infierno&lt;br /&gt;Encuentres gloria,&lt;br /&gt;Y que una nube de tu memoria&lt;br /&gt;Me borre a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y allá en el otro mundo&lt;br /&gt;En vez de infierno&lt;br /&gt;Encuentres gloria,&lt;br /&gt;Y que una nube de tu memoria&lt;br /&gt;Me borre a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Ricardo Montaner &amp;amp; Juanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6nw4c22Ihb0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6nw4c22Ihb0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-7822274947325018024?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7822274947325018024/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=7822274947325018024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7822274947325018024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/7822274947325018024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/05/chame-mi-la-culpa.html' title='Échame a mi la culpa'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RkOLV6ycbUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ndA5Ce-nfs0/s72-c/lasmejores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2244201888791479344</id><published>2007-05-07T22:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:40.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fray'/><title type='text'>How to save a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/Rj-NlaycbTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mdiw4Y1uJR0/s1600-h/thefray.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061920180173303090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/Rj-NlaycbTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mdiw4Y1uJR0/s200/thefray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Artist: The Fray&lt;br /&gt;from Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAIs3tUYOi4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAIs3tUYOi4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-2244201888791479344?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/2244201888791479344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5853865326570159397</id><published>2007-05-07T01:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:40.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benson George'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>The greatest Love of all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/Rj5fRvUYsjI/AAAAAAAAApA/Jg2cWSuq1Ko/s1600-h/greatest-originalsoundtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061587789575402034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/Rj5fRvUYsjI/AAAAAAAAApA/Jg2cWSuq1Ko/s200/greatest-originalsoundtrack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I believe the children are our future&lt;br /&gt;Teach them well and let them lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Show them all the beauty they possess inside&lt;br /&gt;Give them a sense of pride to make it easier&lt;br /&gt;Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is searching for a hero&lt;br /&gt;People need someone to look up to&lt;br /&gt;I never found anyone to fulfill my needs&lt;br /&gt;A lonely place to be&lt;br /&gt;So I learned to depend on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows&lt;br /&gt;If I fail, if I succeed&lt;br /&gt;At least I live as I believe&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they take from me&lt;br /&gt;They can't take away my dignity&lt;br /&gt;Because the greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;Is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;I found the greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;The greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;Is easy to achieve&lt;br /&gt;Learning to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;It is the greatest love of all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the children are our future&lt;br /&gt;Teach them well and let them lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Show them all the beauty they possess inside&lt;br /&gt;Give them a sense of pride to make it easier&lt;br /&gt;Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if by chance, that special place&lt;br /&gt;That you've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Leads you to a lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Find your strength in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: George Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CE4SUl-K1Do"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CE4SUl-K1Do" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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all'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/Rj5fRvUYsjI/AAAAAAAAApA/Jg2cWSuq1Ko/s72-c/greatest-originalsoundtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-1737355098323889819</id><published>2007-05-04T14:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:41.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedingfield Natasha'/><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RjsmraycbSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BfYTNVENaTs/s1600-h/200px-Natasha_Bedingfield_Unwritten.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060681133648014626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="122" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RjsmraycbSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BfYTNVENaTs/s200/200px-Natasha_Bedingfield_Unwritten.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am unwritten can't read my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm undefined...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beginning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the pen's in my hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ending unplanned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break tradition, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sometimes my tries, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;are outside the lines&lt;br /&gt;We've been conditioned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to not make mistakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but I can't live that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Artist: Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-1737355098323889819?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1737355098323889819/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=1737355098323889819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1737355098323889819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/1737355098323889819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/05/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01841165970214699702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/SU0EUe9moHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B8pGD8nQbC0/S220/yop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RjsmraycbSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BfYTNVENaTs/s72-c/200px-Natasha_Bedingfield_Unwritten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-4931614855645738084</id><published>2007-05-03T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:41.563+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauper Cindy'/><title type='text'>True colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO_B4lOlAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3na0ahqDOwg/s1600-h/cindy+lauper.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054093245929133058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO_B4lOlAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3na0ahqDOwg/s200/cindy+lauper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Oh I realize&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take courage&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people&lt;br /&gt;You can lose sight of it all&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness inside you&lt;br /&gt;Can make you feel so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a smile then,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be unhappy, can't remember&lt;br /&gt;When I last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;You call me up&lt;br /&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Cindy Lauper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-4931614855645738084?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4931614855645738084/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=4931614855645738084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4931614855645738084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/4931614855645738084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/05/true-colors.html' title='True colors'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO_B4lOlAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/3na0ahqDOwg/s72-c/cindy+lauper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-577142047407651905</id><published>2007-04-26T20:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:43.154+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>When the stars go blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RjDut_UYsWI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9NXAu-m6O2M/s1600-h/bono-corrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057804855395529058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="136" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RjDut_UYsWI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9NXAu-m6O2M/s200/bono-corrs.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;[Bono] Dancing where the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;[Andrea] Dancing where the evening fell&lt;br /&gt;[Bono] Dancing in your wooden shoes&lt;br /&gt;[Andrea] In a wedding gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bono] Dancing out on 7th street&lt;br /&gt;Dancing through the underground&lt;br /&gt;[Andrea] Dancing little marionette&lt;br /&gt;[Both] Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you’re lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you’re blue?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you’re lonely ? I’ll follow you...&lt;br /&gt;[Bono] When the stars go blue (bluuuuue)&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue (bluuuuue)&lt;br /&gt;[Andrea] When the stars go blue (bluuuuue)&lt;br /&gt;[Bono] When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with your pretty mouth&lt;br /&gt;[Andrea] Laughing with your broken eyes&lt;br /&gt;[Bono] Laughing with your lover’s tongue&lt;br /&gt;[Both] In a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you’re lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you’re blue?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you’re lonely ? I’ll follow you...&lt;br /&gt;[Bono] When the stars go blue (bluuuuue)&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue (bluuuuue)&lt;br /&gt;[Andrea] When the stars go blue (bluuuuue)&lt;br /&gt;[Bono] When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Andrea] When the stars go blue (bluuuuue)&lt;br /&gt;(bluuuuue) when the stars go (bluuuuue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bono] When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Both] Where do you go [Bono] when you’re lonely?&lt;br /&gt;[Andrea] Where do you go when you’re blue yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you’re lonely ? I’ll follow you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Bono &amp;amp; The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;from the Corrs album "The Corrs Live In Dublin" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XV_dbCF1jOA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XV_dbCF1jOA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-577142047407651905?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/577142047407651905/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=577142047407651905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/577142047407651905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/577142047407651905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-stars-go-blue.html' title='When the stars go blue'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RjDut_UYsWI/AAAAAAAAAnY/9NXAu-m6O2M/s72-c/bono-corrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-6418530123878244872</id><published>2007-04-16T20:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:43.332+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pausini Laura'/><title type='text'>La solitudine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO8XYlOk_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/FiyA1Nt9anU/s1600-h/laura+pausini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054090316761437170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO8XYlOk_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/FiyA1Nt9anU/s200/laura+pausini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Marco se n'è andato e non ritorna più&lt;br /&gt;e il treno delle 7:30 senza lui&lt;br /&gt;è un cuore di metallo senza l'anima&lt;br /&gt;nel freddo del mattino grigio di città&lt;br /&gt;a scuola il banco è vuoto, marco è dentro me&lt;br /&gt;è dolce il suo respiro fra i pensieri miei&lt;br /&gt;distanze enormi sembrano dividerci&lt;br /&gt;ma il cuore batte forte dentro me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se tu mi penserai&lt;br /&gt;se con i tuoi non parli mai&lt;br /&gt;se ti nascondi come me&lt;br /&gt;sfuggi gli sguardi e te ne stai&lt;br /&gt;rinchiuso in camera e non vuoi mangiare&lt;br /&gt;stringi forte a te il cuscino&lt;br /&gt;piangi e non lo sai quanto altro male ti farà la solitudine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco nel mio diario ho una fotografia&lt;br /&gt;hai gli occhi di bambino un poco timido&lt;br /&gt;la stringo forte al cuore e sento che ci sei&lt;br /&gt;fra i compiti d'inglese e matematica&lt;br /&gt;tuo padre e i suoi consigli che monotonia&lt;br /&gt;lui con il suo lavoro ti ha portato via&lt;br /&gt;di certo il tuo parere non l'ha chiesto mai&lt;br /&gt;ha detto 'un giorno tu mi capirai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chissà se tu mi penserai&lt;br /&gt;se con gli amici parlerai&lt;br /&gt;per non soffrire più per me&lt;br /&gt;ma non è facile lo sai&lt;br /&gt;a scuola non ne posso più&lt;br /&gt;e i pomeriggi senza te&lt;br /&gt;studiare è inutile tutte le idee si affollano su te&lt;br /&gt;non è possibile dividere la vita di noi due&lt;br /&gt;ti prego aspettami amore mio...&lt;br /&gt;ma illuderti non so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La solitudine fra noi&lt;br /&gt;questo silenzio dentro me&lt;br /&gt;è l'inquietudine di vivere la vita senza te&lt;br /&gt;ti prego aspettami perché&lt;br /&gt;non posso stare senza te&lt;br /&gt;non è possibile dividere la storia di noi due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La solitudine fra noi&lt;br /&gt;questo silenzio dentro me&lt;br /&gt;è l'inquietudine di vivere la vita senza te&lt;br /&gt;ti prego aspettami perché&lt;br /&gt;non posso stare senza te&lt;br /&gt;non è possibile dividere la storia di noi due&lt;br /&gt;la solitudine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Laura Pausini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/6418530123878244872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-solitudine.html' title='La solitudine'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiO8XYlOk_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/FiyA1Nt9anU/s72-c/laura+pausini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-5312582377444605418</id><published>2007-04-16T19:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:43.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibarra Benny'/><title type='text'>Vaya manera de extrañar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiOxRolOk3I/AAAAAAAAAko/WlfmRsnybQ0/s1600-h/benny+ibarra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054078123349283698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiOxRolOk3I/AAAAAAAAAko/WlfmRsnybQ0/s200/benny+ibarra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alucinando tu figura&lt;br /&gt;sobre el reflejo de un cristal&lt;br /&gt;ya nada importa no hay prisa&lt;br /&gt;si hay que llegar se llegará...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y con la noche en el bolsillo&lt;br /&gt;sigo mi rumbo loco atar,&lt;br /&gt;hablando con mi cigarrillo,&lt;br /&gt;vaya manera de extrañar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vaya manera de extrañar,&lt;br /&gt;es una rara enfermedad,&lt;br /&gt;una es letal que me aniquila,&lt;br /&gt;y no me deja respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaya manera de extrañar,&lt;br /&gt;ya no lo puedo controlar,&lt;br /&gt;siento mi cuerpo que se eleva,&lt;br /&gt;algo en mi pecho estallará...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace un buen rato que la luna&lt;br /&gt;se deslizó sobre mi espalda,&lt;br /&gt;con el ruido de la gente,&lt;br /&gt;me hace recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vaya manera de extrañar,&lt;br /&gt;es una rara enfermedad,&lt;br /&gt;una es letal que me aniquila,&lt;br /&gt;y no me deja respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaya manera de extrañar,&lt;br /&gt;ya no lo puedo controlar,&lt;br /&gt;siento mi cuerpo que se eleva,&lt;br /&gt;algo en mi pecho estallará...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vaya manera de extrañar,&lt;br /&gt;es una rara enfermedad,&lt;br /&gt;una es letal que me aniquila,&lt;br /&gt;y no me deja respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaya manera de extrañar,&lt;br /&gt;ya no lo puedo controlar,&lt;br /&gt;siento mi cuerpo que se eleva,&lt;br /&gt;vaya manera de extrañar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Artist: Benny Ibarra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-5312582377444605418?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5312582377444605418/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37944716&amp;postID=5312582377444605418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5312582377444605418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37944716/posts/default/5312582377444605418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/2007/04/vaya-manera-de-extraar.html' title='Vaya manera de extrañar'/><author><name>Azul...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RiOxRolOk3I/AAAAAAAAAko/WlfmRsnybQ0/s72-c/benny+ibarra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2194856868885376565</id><published>2007-04-14T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:43.860+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fool&apos;s garden'/><title type='text'>Lemon tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RiExCFuFcHI/AAAAAAAAADw/maD2UqZolKE/s1600-h/lemon+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053374168851378290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RiExCFuFcHI/AAAAAAAAADw/maD2UqZolKE/s200/lemon+tree.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I'm sitting here in the boring room&lt;br /&gt;It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging around&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...and I wonder ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving around in my car&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving too fast&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving too far&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to change my point of view&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...and I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is just a yellow lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning my head up and down&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning turning turning turning turning around&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is just another lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;I miss the power&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go out taking a shower&lt;br /&gt;But there's a heavy cloud inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;Put myself into bed&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing ever happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;... and I wonder ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolation is not good for me&lt;br /&gt;Isolation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy&lt;br /&gt;Baby anyhow I'll get another toy&lt;br /&gt;And everything will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;... and you wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is just another lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning my head up and down&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning turning turning turning turning around&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is just a yellow lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and all that I can see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and all that I can see&lt;br /&gt;Is just a yellow lemon-tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Artist: Fool's Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-2194856868885376565?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RiExCFuFcHI/AAAAAAAAADw/maD2UqZolKE/s72-c/lemon+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-2411612206686082491</id><published>2007-04-11T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:44.029+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanz Alejandro'/><title type='text'>Llega, llego, soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RdeB7ogjMtI/AAAAAAAAANc/CYRvpcPh8fs/s1600-h/al+alma+al+aire+_+a+sanz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032633970096026322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RdeB7ogjMtI/AAAAAAAAANc/CYRvpcPh8fs/s200/al+alma+al+aire+_+a+sanz.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tiene Buenos Aires un rincón&lt;br /&gt;en un jardín prohibido,&lt;br /&gt;un tal Piazzola, amigo de un gorrión&lt;br /&gt;que le presta el nido&lt;br /&gt;para ver de plata amanecer&lt;br /&gt;de oro atardecer, de madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;una mirada de mujer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tiene Buenos Aires un qué sé yo...&lt;br /&gt;y un poema escrito&lt;br /&gt;un verso que recuerdo de un adiós&lt;br /&gt;y que le dedico&lt;br /&gt;a ese personaje que cantó&lt;br /&gt;hay tanto tango herido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;¡Va por Gardel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quema, quema, tu nombre quema mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires me dolió&lt;br /&gt;pienso tanto en ti&lt;br /&gt;en mis recuerdos suavecitos,&lt;br /&gt;Pero se irá, pero se irá, pero se irá&lt;br /&gt;aquella sensación, llega, llego soledad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;déjame soñar&lt;br /&gt;con tu amargo de a sorbitos,&lt;br /&gt;que hoy tengo porteño el corazón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quiero el Buenos Aires que voló&lt;br /&gt;de un espejo frío&lt;br /&gt;de un albor gesticulando amor&lt;br /&gt;dando vida a un libro&lt;br /&gt;De corrientes nada en el calor,&lt;br /&gt;y en callejones fríos&lt;br /&gt;tiene Buenos Aires un cariño que era mío &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tiene Buenos Aires, qué sé yo&lt;br /&gt;y un poema escrito&lt;br /&gt;un verso que recuerdo de un adiós&lt;br /&gt;y que le dedico&lt;br /&gt;a ese personaje que cantó&lt;br /&gt;tanto tango herido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quema, quema tu nombre quema mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires me dolió&lt;br /&gt;yo te llevo aquí&lt;br /&gt;en mis recuerdos suavecitos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero se irá, ya lo verás, se irá&lt;br /&gt;aquella sensación&lt;br /&gt;llega, llego soledad&lt;br /&gt;déjame soñar&lt;br /&gt;con tu amargo de a sorbitos&lt;br /&gt;Déjame soñar, déjame soñar&lt;br /&gt;con tu amargo de a poquito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quema, quema, tu nombre quema mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires me dolió&lt;br /&gt;pienso tanto en ti&lt;br /&gt;en mis recuerdos suavecito&lt;br /&gt;Pero se irá, pero se irá, aquella sensación&lt;br /&gt;llega, llego soledad&lt;br /&gt;déjame soñar&lt;br /&gt;con tu amargo de a sorbitos&lt;br /&gt;y porteño el corazón&lt;br /&gt;A tu vera, a tu vera&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé que estoy piantao&lt;br /&gt;piantao, piantao en tus manos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Artist: Alejandro Sanz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-da-1QkL5mTA/TrhGl43JMGI/AAAAAAAADpI/tL4nCOD6xG4/s220/me6x.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPhH_cXuB5k/RdeB7ogjMtI/AAAAAAAAANc/CYRvpcPh8fs/s72-c/al+alma+al+aire+_+a+sanz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37944716.post-4112348670700055844</id><published>2007-04-05T19:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:44.312+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title type='text'>Tú</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RhU0vQp-CpI/AAAAAAAAADo/SBQ6t7Fl6bY/s1600-h/Donde+Estan+Los+Ladrones.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050000543695374994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QeIKUEFXzY/RhU0vQp-CpI/AAAAAAAAADo/SBQ6t7Fl6bY/s200/Donde%2BEstan%2BLos%2BLadrones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Te regalo mi cintura&lt;br /&gt;Y mis labios para cuando quieras besar&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo mi locura&lt;br /&gt;Y las pocas neuronas que quedan ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis zapatos desteñidos&lt;br /&gt;El diario en el que escribo&lt;br /&gt;Te doy hasta mis suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Pero no te vayas más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eres tú mi sol&lt;br /&gt;La fe con que vivo&lt;br /&gt;La potencia de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Los pies con que camino&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú amor&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas de reir&lt;br /&gt;El adiós que no sabre decir&lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca podre vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si algún día decidieras&lt;br /&gt;Alejarte nuevamente de aquí&lt;br /&gt;Cerraría cada puerta&lt;br /&gt;Para que nunca pudieras salir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo mi nariz&lt;br /&gt;Yo te doy hasta mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;Pero quédate aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eres tú mi sol&lt;br /&gt;La fe con que vivo&lt;br /&gt;La potencia de mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Los pies con que camino&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú amor&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas de reir&lt;br /&gt;El adiós que no sabré decir&lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca podré vivir sin ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Artist: Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37944716-4112348670700055844?l=lorissongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorissongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4112348670700055844/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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