tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168431.post-83769006978953991742008-04-25T01:32:00.012-03:002008-04-25T02:32:28.272-03:00<em>Hay un lugar, donde el mar juega a ser cielo y el cielo juega a ser mar</em><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KQDIg7jYH8k/SBFfbB2kOTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/h0P2kI_-RT0/s1600-h/42c582cf1e1a54b3.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193036763293301042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="208" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KQDIg7jYH8k/SBFfbB2kOTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/h0P2kI_-RT0/s400/42c582cf1e1a54b3.jpg" width="318" border="0" /></em></a><em>. </em><br /><em>A veces </em><br /><em>se olvidan </em><br /><em>que es un juego,</em><br /><em>pero nunca </em><br /><em>dejan de jugar.</em>Lailahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775664688726319823noreply@blogger.com