tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15428273272683257242012-02-16T08:43:08.765-08:00Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-21857858650877735032008-10-26T16:32:00.000-07:002008-10-26T16:33:14.804-07:00La vacamariposa is back....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-2185785865087773503?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-86482824837085440442008-05-27T22:17:00.000-07:002008-05-27T22:19:24.366-07:00Today I have no friends. I don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I don't have a brother or a sister. What does it mean? Where did they all go?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-8648282483708544044?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-5606898975632516512008-05-21T13:39:00.000-07:002008-05-21T13:40:31.350-07:00Al siguiente dia te sientes triste<br />Al siguiente dia te tengo pero no te quiero<br />Al siguiente dia me odio y no te siento<br />Al siguiente dia no hay vuelta de hoja y solo somos tu y yo<br />Y yo ya me perdi, ya no existo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-560689897563251651?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-73921057642236580062008-05-06T18:25:00.000-07:002008-05-09T15:51:39.566-07:00Al escribir me siento mas cerca de ti… Siento tu respiracion en mi hombro y en mi oreja<br />Como si te estubieras inclinando sobre mi, para leer lo que escribo ...<br />Que es lo que mas extrano<br />Cuantos dias voy a llorar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-7392105764223658006?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-72763568997505760292008-05-06T18:23:00.000-07:002008-05-06T18:25:13.601-07:00Sientate en la silla y dale para todos lados<br />Me siento de cinco anos sentada en la mesedora de <br />Mi abuela dandome vuelo <br />Quiero tener cinco anos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-7276356899750576029?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-62066172168632365722008-05-06T18:22:00.000-07:002008-05-06T18:23:38.286-07:00Hace mucho que no escribia<br />Hace mucho que no me hacas falta<br />Cuando siento que te haz ido y me haz dejado<br />Empiezo a llorar letras y es cuando volteo a otros lados<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-6206617216863236572?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-3158836704325137872008-02-18T10:29:00.000-08:002008-02-18T10:43:33.695-08:00yo mujer, yo hombre... tu hombre, tu mujer...<br />yo no soy lo que veo en el espejo<br />ya no veo lo que somos<br />soy un nose quien de nose donde, solo parte de <br />mi imaginacion, perdida en las ideas <br />y apariencias cegada por las emociones<br />fuertes y caricias regaladas que <br />todos ofrecen sin pedir nada, pero <br />esperando todo a cambio<br />si tu me conoces, me puedes decir<br />quien soy? <br />no conozco el camino a casa<br />me olvide de mi nombre y de mi<br />cara<br />como le hago para volver? como vuelvo a <br />ser yo? quien era yo? quien soy?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-315883670432513787?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-42231566518563514422008-02-18T09:53:00.000-08:002008-02-18T10:29:36.572-08:00esa noche no estaba deseosa de amor<br />pero te vi cuando te estabas riendo y me contagiaste con tu risa<br />eras el centro de atencion<br />eras la chica de la fiesta y todos se acercaban a ti<br />mientras yo solo te veia reir<br /><br />luego me entretuve fumando hierba y tu te acercaste a mi<br />me pediste que pasara el humo de mi boca a tu boca<br />y yo distraida lo hice sin verte a la cara<br />luego me sonreiste y me pediste mas<br />entonces volvi a fumar y tome tu cara y volvi a soplar en tu boca<br />y senti tu lengua en la mia<br />y mis labios bailando con los tuyos<br />y mis caderas se movian con las tuyas<br />y estabamos besandonos y todos nos miraban<br />pero yo solo sentia tus ganas y las mias<br />nos detuvimos para vernos a los ojos<br />sin decirnos nada nos pedimos otro<br />y nos volvimos a besar<br /><br />despues nos separamos y me fui a viajar<br />porque ya estaba arriba y tu en otro lado<br /><br />y nunca supe tu nombre, ni tu cara<br />solo tu risa y tu lengua mojada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-4223156651856351442?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-16933587311352519862008-02-07T00:38:00.000-08:002008-02-07T00:39:04.172-08:00Linda.... Te he leido despues de fumar y pusiste una sonrisa en mi cara... Te recuerdo escuchando a Radiohead... te extrano y te pienso a un lado de mi cara... Cara... Solo el recuerdo de tu cara en mi cama...<br />Y cuando eramos ninas y creiamos en el amor... Cuando estabas conmigo y cantando en mi cama... En mi cabeza, en mi mano, y en los recuerdos te recuerdo...<br />Y te espero para que me cuentes del amor, de las nubes, y de ella...<br />Cuando volveras para que me cuentes de ella... cuando vuelves para que me cuentes donde te acordaste de mi... para que me digas que quieres estar aqui...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-1693358731135251986?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-33213502438301724252008-02-04T18:20:00.001-08:002008-02-04T18:27:28.034-08:00peace<br /> love<br /> excitement<br /> beauty<br /> noise<br /> music<br />foreign<br /> s tri ngs<br /> passion<br /> chaos<br /> l o ve<br /> flute<br /> fl ying<br /> heart<br /> Iceland<br /> fog<br /> longing<br />lang uage<br /> i nvent ion<br /> soothing<br /> sound<br /><br />hope<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-3321350243830172425?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-79994005933617615642008-02-04T18:07:00.000-08:002008-02-04T18:19:42.076-08:00Once upon a time I met you<br />and you only looked back at me once.<br />You were looking down at your shoes<br />playing with the Velcro straps on them... because<br />you hate to look at people in the eye,<br />the first ten times you hang out with them.<br />And I stared at you the whole night<br />waiting to see your beautiful eyes, trying<br />to figure out if we were a match.<br />You ordered black coffee and didn't drink it.<br />You couldn't admit that you hate coffee and<br />that I was the only one enjoying our conversation.<br /><br />Once upon a time I fell in love with your awkwardness<br />and your nervous smile.<br /><br />Tonite miss your smile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-7999400593361761564?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-27541169609654857342008-01-30T00:24:00.001-08:002008-01-30T00:25:18.392-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R6A0UuCtihI/AAAAAAAAAB0/V_-uiFG9BoE/s1600-h/klimt.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R6A0UuCtihI/AAAAAAAAAB0/V_-uiFG9BoE/s400/klimt.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161182703528020498" border="0" /></a><br />Gustav Klimt<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-2754116960965485734?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-36964518132616395622008-01-22T21:36:00.000-08:002008-01-22T21:43:26.984-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R5bS3JnwwuI/AAAAAAAAABk/1MSWskbgdEs/s1600-h/new+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R5bS3JnwwuI/AAAAAAAAABk/1MSWskbgdEs/s400/new+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158542268116812514" border="0" /></a><br /> ca- da vez<br /><br /><br />que<br /> <br /><br /> te marchas,<br /> <br /> <br /><br /> me <br /><br /><br /> <br /> pon-<br /><br />go a <br /> <br /><br /> llorar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-3696451813261639562?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-54555666419984368402008-01-20T13:02:00.000-08:002008-01-22T21:44:40.707-08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >yo te queria querer pero me perdi entre vivieron felices para</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >siempre y la idea romantica del primer amor</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >Queria tu amor para sentirme mejor,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >pero no sabia que para querer a alguien</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >me tengo que querer primero yo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >Y despues de decirte adios</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >espero tu llamada o una carta que nunca llegara.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >Despues de decirte adios mi corazon esta frio</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >y no estoy feliz.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-5455566641998436840?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-54459021762747092742008-01-11T00:37:00.000-08:002008-01-11T01:06:29.593-08:00This is a Pinback song I like very much:<br /><br /><br />As I set down these notes on paper,<br />I'm obsessed by the thought that I might be the last living man on earth.<br />2X2L calling CQ...<br />2X2L calling CQ...<br />2X2L calling CQ... New York<br />Isn't there anyone on the air?<br />Isn't there anyone on the air?<br />Isn't there anyone?<br />Inside this leaking submarine<br />The hull is closing in<br />The water is above my ankles<br />Now that I still can't get you off of my mind<br />I don't think that we can pull this one off<br />We shall see, time will tell<br />What is time and why does it<br />Taste like salt water inside of my mouth?<br />Someday I will sail again,<br />To a distant shore, far away.<br />I will sail again,<br />To a distant shore, far away...<br />If the line snaps,<br />There's no air,<br />Will you hold me?<br />If I'm asleep,<br />Will you wake me?<br />If this rises,<br />We hit the waves,<br />Will you dive back down?<br />Someday, I will sail again,<br />To a distant shore, far away.<br />I will sail again,<br />To a distant shore far away.<br />High hope<br />Something's tugging on my leg<br />And there it goes<br />Shallow water<br />Must be on the horizon<br />But still too<br />Far to go<br />Spilling blood so fast<br />I can't keep up much more<br />Sorry, sorry,<br />Can't go no more.<br />Sorry, sorry,<br />Can't go no more.<br />Sorry, sorry,<br />Can't go far away.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-5445902176274709274?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-76986775629088440042007-12-23T14:50:00.000-08:002007-12-23T15:16:36.662-08:00I am here but I am not<br />today is a dream and i can't wake up<br /><br />it is kinda silly to feel special<br />because i am meaningless<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-7698677562908844004?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-35746330449880857552007-12-23T14:43:00.000-08:002007-12-23T14:44:59.610-08:00Today hasn't been a good day or a bad day, just a waste.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-3574633044988085755?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-72045505419982821412007-12-21T03:10:00.000-08:002007-12-21T03:20:14.175-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R2uhVSc-69I/AAAAAAAAABM/X4ACCSfucvo/s1600-h/portland-seattle+2007+072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R2uhVSc-69I/AAAAAAAAABM/X4ACCSfucvo/s400/portland-seattle+2007+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146384386303650770" border="0" /></a><br />No importa cuanto te extrane,<br />hoy te busque y tu no me quiziste ver...<br /><br />Yo te quiero pero tu a mi no.<br />No importa cuantas veces te llame,<br />tu no vendras a mi<br />Hoy te quiero, y te lo quiero decir,<br />pero tu cellas mis labios cada vez que<br />trato de decirte algo.<br /><br />No importa cuanto piense en ti,<br />y cuanto te quiero, querer.<br />No importa que te extrane y te<br />busque.<br />No importa que cuando me siente junto a ti<br />me muera por tocar tu mano.<br /><br />No importa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-7204550541998282141?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-12470520229199647982007-12-16T17:41:00.000-08:002007-12-16T18:01:38.763-08:00stop hunting my mind<br />i don't need a new obsession<br /><br />i am too old to play this game<br />the last time i did i got hurt<br /><br />it's not easy to pretend<br />i don't notice you across the room<br />it's not easy to pretend<br />i don't want you to hold my hand<br /><br />i will be waiting for you to find love<br />so i can pretend i don't like you<br />and stop thinking about your smile<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-1247052022919964798?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-74527875508196322822007-12-13T19:40:00.000-08:002007-12-13T20:37:20.177-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R2IHQic-68I/AAAAAAAAABE/q7aJHDArOCA/s1600-h/portland-seattle+2007+125.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R2IHQic-68I/AAAAAAAAABE/q7aJHDArOCA/s400/portland-seattle+2007+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143681705118198722" border="0" /></a> I met a girl who showed me how to smile<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R2IG6Sc-67I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zZ5NhQI_F7c/s1600-h/Irma+naranja.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R2IG6Sc-67I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zZ5NhQI_F7c/s400/Irma+naranja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143681322866109362" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-7452787550819632282?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-28819969932256030612007-12-10T16:51:00.001-08:002007-12-10T17:09:16.190-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">Hoy desperte y fui directo al bano.<br />Al salir de la regadera y verme al espejo<br />me acorde de ti.<br />Nose que te trajo a mi mente pero ahi estas,y<br />trato de matar esa memoria pero es dificil de vencer.<br /><br />Es la primera vez que me enamoro de ti.<br />Es la primera vez que te conozco y la primera vez que te<br />empiezo a extranar.<br />Y tu que haces? En donde estas?<br /><br />Porque no apareces detras de mi sin yo darme<br />cuenta y me empiezas a seguir como la ultima<br />vez que te vi?<br /><br />Te voy a buscar para ver si tienes un gesto nuevo en tu cara y escuchar tu voz cansada decir mi nombre.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-2881996993225603061?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1542827327268325724.post-10676458448869101722007-12-09T22:23:00.000-08:002007-12-09T22:47:04.440-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R1zgei-PSSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RfL230fKlxw/s1600-h/portland-seattle+2007+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VH9JdNLwx1o/R1zgei-PSSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RfL230fKlxw/s320/portland-seattle+2007+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142231689938815266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">This is my first blog and there's no theme for it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I am kinda starting it with out a theme in mind,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">therefore I will just post a photo I took recently in Astoria. It's a small town close to </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Portland, Oregon, where I plan to go back</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">very soon.</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1542827327268325724-1067645844886910172?l=dianorigami.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mogwaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00915940636758579811noreply@blogger.com2