tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3736191991910702732012-02-16T17:42:28.323-08:00Jorge Castrománhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11435614463854291791noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373619199191070273.post-6608037320025890242009-11-22T15:41:00.000-08:002009-11-22T15:55:45.173-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htU5Id_MCD8/SwnNzLd8UMI/AAAAAAAAABw/q6N5tXOa7T8/s1600/DSCN5081.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407079106770391234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htU5Id_MCD8/SwnNzLd8UMI/AAAAAAAAABw/q6N5tXOa7T8/s400/DSCN5081.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">After all, seasons change, so do cities; people come into your life and people go. But it's conforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /> </div></span></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htU5Id_MCD8/SwnNbuWWtWI/AAAAAAAAABo/he_iZ-OCeGc/s1600/DSCN5124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407078703816947042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htU5Id_MCD8/SwnNbuWWtWI/AAAAAAAAABo/he_iZ-OCeGc/s400/DSCN5124.JPG" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373619199191070273-660803732002589024?l=jorgecastroman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Castrománhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11435614463854291791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373619199191070273.post-88281301853159303252009-11-22T06:37:00.000-08:002009-11-22T06:44:41.362-08:00<a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/vastic/DSC_1339.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/vastic/DSC_1339.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 680px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/vastic/DSC_1339.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/vastic/DSC_1339.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/vastic/DSC_1346.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1024px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/vastic/DSC_1346.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/vastic/DSC_1323.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1024px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/vastic/DSC_1323.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373619199191070273-8828130185315930325?l=jorgecastroman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Castrománhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11435614463854291791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373619199191070273.post-3379658529806814032008-03-10T20:35:00.000-07:002008-03-10T20:45:26.676-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htU5Id_MCD8/R9YALXMqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fUUeyWEmP-E/s1600-h/ayer+(13)+-+copia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176325016914642210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htU5Id_MCD8/R9YALXMqRSI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fUUeyWEmP-E/s400/ayer+(13)+-+copia.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Soy como soy. Aquí empieza otra rama del camino a recorrer. </div><br /><div>Estudio algo que no me gusta en una ciudad que no me gusta. Quiero que algo cambie y busco la forma de acerlo.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true" - Meredith Grey </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373619199191070273-337965852980681403?l=jorgecastroman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jorge Castrománhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11435614463854291791noreply@blogger.com3