<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129</id><updated>2012-02-08T14:02:10.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se trata del amor</title><subtitle type='html'>in love with God</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>525</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1759983755495292095</id><published>2012-02-08T13:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T14:02:10.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no tengo miedo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ya no tengo miedo a desilusionar a las personas a las que admiro. No tengo miedo de ser juzgada, no tengo miedo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He descubierto la verdadera libertad. Puedo y quiero ser lo que puedo y quiero ser, nada mas, nada menos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Descanso en la completa aceptacion que Jesus me da. Descanso en el hecho de que El, que es el unico que puede, no me condena y solo me llama a amarle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No necesito cumplir los sueños de nadie mas en mi vida. Deseo cumplir los de El.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Entiendo que soy completamente diferente a los demas, no deseo hacer lo que ellos hicieron ni de la manera en la que hicieron. Admiro que lo hayan hecho, pero deseo hacer algo mas. Quiza ni siquiera trascendente, quiza de lo mas normal. Pero algo que sea hecho por mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1759983755495292095?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1759983755495292095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1759983755495292095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2012/02/ya-no-tengo-miedo.html' title='Ya no tengo miedo.'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1853444491469248951</id><published>2012-01-11T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:54:56.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just get it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1853444491469248951?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1853444491469248951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1853444491469248951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-get-it.html' title='just get it'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-9217875105518190201</id><published>2011-09-08T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:11:13.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i promise i'm worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-9217875105518190201?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/9217875105518190201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/9217875105518190201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-promise-im-worth-it.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2966412414165567544</id><published>2011-08-31T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:08:12.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>try</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;i try. i try to have something to say. i try to feel some clever way. i try to make myself think. but i am only a human, running through the endless ways of this earth. many the ways, many the forms. running i find to know nothing. nothing about no one. nothing about anything. it does become confusing, it turns my mind around. but what am i to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;i try, i try to take everything in. i try to remember as much as i can. i try to see and become one with what i see. i try not to let all these beautiful memories fade away. but as i try to focus on accumulating  memories, i wonder if i'm not missing the moment itself. to live or to remember? to endure or to enjoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-2966412414165567544?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2966412414165567544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2966412414165567544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/08/try.html' title='try'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5540437326665570485</id><published>2011-08-31T23:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:03:55.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deepest love it runs inside of me. deepest than the endless ocean. it gives itself. it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-5540437326665570485?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5540437326665570485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5540437326665570485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/08/deepest-love-it-runs-inside-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5982208224178818427</id><published>2011-08-26T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:23:16.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcEdYnmwxk8/TlhjDHpSMnI/AAAAAAAAADU/mVywKaOcuOo/s1600/DSC02964.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcEdYnmwxk8/TlhjDHpSMnI/AAAAAAAAADU/mVywKaOcuOo/s200/DSC02964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645371038151881330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;--Sintiendo la brisa en la cara, pensando para si; todo puede pasar. Sin duda, todo podia pasar. En un dia de verano, despertando al sofocante calor de la ciudad del norte, Granada se preguntaba por que su vida tenia en si, un sentido de desperdicio. Ir a la escuela, hacer sus tareas, trabajar un poco aqui y otro alla.  Sin embargo, sin el sentir de la plenitud que es caracteristica de las vidas felices.  Acaso tengo expectativas inhumanas?-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;No. No es acaso el deseo de todos el conseguir sentirse trascendente?  De dejar aunque sea un legado en la tierra? Las acciones diarias, las decisiones pequeñas y grandes, todo ello, se convierte en mi legado. Lo que soy, lo que hago, de la manera que me doy a otros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8683129-5982208224178818427?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5982208224178818427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5982208224178818427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/08/sintiendo-la-brisa-en-la-cara-pensando.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcEdYnmwxk8/TlhjDHpSMnI/AAAAAAAAADU/mVywKaOcuOo/s72-c/DSC02964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2439751703998445962</id><published>2011-07-19T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:49:09.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happiness is spelled: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;l o v e &lt;/span&gt;&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/8683129-2439751703998445962?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2439751703998445962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2439751703998445962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/07/happiness-is-spelled-l-o-v-e.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3153981829882916657</id><published>2011-06-20T22:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:59:31.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>adopted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pues todos los que son guiados por el Espíritu de Dios son hijos de Dios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ustedes no han recibido un espíritu que los esclavice al miedo. En cambio, recibieron el Espíritu de Dios cuando él los adoptó como sus propios hijos.[a] Ahora lo llamamos «Abba, Padre». Pues su Espíritu se une a nuestro espíritu para confirmar que somos hijos de Dios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romanos 8:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo fui adoptada por Dios, para ser su hija por medio de Jesus. Quiero saber su direccion y saber que es lo que desea de mi este padre que adoptandome, me hizo por completo hija suya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUCH LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-3153981829882916657?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3153981829882916657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3153981829882916657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/06/adopted.html' title='adopted'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5622734691987229064</id><published>2011-06-19T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:49:42.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A M O R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus no espera que seamos unos sievos, antes espera que lo amemos y el servicio sera un fruto.  De nada sirven "experiencias en el espiritu" o el "servicio en la Iglesia", si el no tiene nuestro corazon.  A veces tenemos deseos de servirle y a veces hasta frustraciones falsas (ya que no todos somos llamados al ministerio y eso es algo fuerte a entender en medio de la juventud cristiana), pero si Dios tiene que prescindir de nuestro servicio para poder tener nuestro corazon, sin duda lo hara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-5622734691987229064?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5622734691987229064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5622734691987229064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/06/m-o-r.html' title='A M O R'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2365183170243194654</id><published>2011-05-29T02:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T02:06:02.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GWU1UvIIWPU/TeH-YI0YWJI/AAAAAAAAABI/AXeT6o4BjiY/s1600/scan0014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GWU1UvIIWPU/TeH-YI0YWJI/AAAAAAAAABI/AXeT6o4BjiY/s320/scan0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612046301317847186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love is to be smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-2365183170243194654?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2365183170243194654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2365183170243194654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-love-is-to-be-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GWU1UvIIWPU/TeH-YI0YWJI/AAAAAAAAABI/AXeT6o4BjiY/s72-c/scan0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-6703686215237076516</id><published>2011-04-07T09:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T09:22:29.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqmOf8qFueg/TZ3WiN6CWNI/AAAAAAAAABA/bnzLS8md3Kg/s1600/DSC03583.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqmOf8qFueg/TZ3WiN6CWNI/AAAAAAAAABA/bnzLS8md3Kg/s320/DSC03583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592862195601004754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;during the last years i've found life to be more simple than i thought. simpler. prettier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-6703686215237076516?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6703686215237076516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6703686215237076516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/04/during-last-years-ive-found-life-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqmOf8qFueg/TZ3WiN6CWNI/AAAAAAAAABA/bnzLS8md3Kg/s72-c/DSC03583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3609630220779123639</id><published>2011-04-05T12:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:08:54.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would like to say that i live a happy life. that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-3609630220779123639?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3609630220779123639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3609630220779123639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-would-like-to-say-that-i-live-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3878465374811173828</id><published>2010-07-15T16:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:02:27.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good airs</title><content type='html'>so i thought i should really write about every time i get to travel... tomorrow, buenos aires argentina comes along.  It sure will be an awesome trip since i'm going with my awesome husband. I will post some of the things i like about our trip, even when we hit san jose, costa rica.  For now, im just packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-3878465374811173828?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3878465374811173828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3878465374811173828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-airs.html' title='good airs'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2105781800703314600</id><published>2009-12-31T12:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:22:18.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being sad sucks</title><content type='html'>I saw a not good movie the other day.  It was called purple violets and it was so depressing that by the time happiness appeared on the movie, I was just not ready to take it.  Nevertheless, i liked the book the principal character was about to write, it was called: "Being sad sucks".  I thought to myself, there's no more truth than this.  Being sad is just not the state we are supposed to be! It really sucks when you want to be happy and some situation takes that from you.  Like today, and then I wanted to sing along to my ipod tune, but I couldn't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We find then, that being sad really sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-2105781800703314600?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2105781800703314600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2105781800703314600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-sad-sucks.html' title='being sad sucks'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-48079962719644440</id><published>2009-09-23T09:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:48:54.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find myself so full of activities, but in need of You.  In need of those times when rising up means smiling to you.  Those times where time actually means nothing. Those times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-48079962719644440?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/48079962719644440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/48079962719644440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-find-myself-so-full-of-activities-but.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-922180088577258887</id><published>2009-08-28T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:40:58.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>starting a new start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Y todo fue empezar.  Nueva casa, nuevo compañero de vida, nueva iglesia, nuevos propòsitos, nuevo todo.  Me aterra el cambio pero me emociona vivirlo.  No sè por què me pasa eso, la mayorìa de la gente piensa que yo no tengo miedos, que soy una persona temeraria, pero se sorprenderìan de saber que tengo una voz en lo mas lejano de mi cabeza, siempre diciendome que todo me ha salido bien, pero que tal vez, esto especìficamente me salga mal.  Cada vez que emprendo algo, esa voz me atormenta.  ¿Què hago?  Acallo la voz, la ignoro y me lanzo a hacer lo que quiero hacer.  Me siento orgullosa de mi vida, porque ha sido lo que yo he querido que sea.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mi nueva realidad es emocionante. Me despierto todos los dìas y me siento feliz.  Mi esposo es justo como deberìa ser; me divierto con èl, siempre me ayuda en todo. Me llevò a mi nueva iglesia la cual me hace sentir muy contenta.  Cada domingo salgo retada a ser mejor, a reflejar màs a Jesùs.  Espero poder logarlo.  Tengo un pastor que se intersa por mi, que cree en el llamado que hay sobre mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pero otra vez, tengo a Jesùs, lo tengo y èl llena mi vida.  Tengo a quien voltear, tengo en quien confiar, èl y sòlo èl es mi esperanza, y esta puesta en una roca alta, grande y fuerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;-emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-922180088577258887?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/922180088577258887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/922180088577258887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2009/08/starting-new-start.html' title='starting a new start'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1048029762950890890</id><published>2009-07-12T23:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:03:37.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/?action=view&amp;amp;current=weddingvictoriabc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/weddingvictoriabc.jpg" border="0" alt="wedding" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it turns out I found that wich is called: Soulmate.  I found it in someone who is not perfect, but everything he is supposed to be.  I feel completely lucky that my life has fallen into place like this.  It only assures me that when you try to do as God has planned, He will do as He has planned for you.  I just feel happy.  I don't idealize this situation as if it was not to have anything wrong, but i will for sure have God around. I will forever stand in that which He has called me to stand in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people get married? Because they fall in love and decide to stay in love as long as they live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1048029762950890890?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1048029762950890890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1048029762950890890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding.html' title='wedding'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5386006581951369982</id><published>2009-07-09T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:30:21.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prometo que revivire la escritura cibernetica. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-5386006581951369982?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5386006581951369982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5386006581951369982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2009/07/prometo-que-revivire-la-escritura.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-6724529424538773906</id><published>2008-10-09T15:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:00:41.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;It is not until we realize that we have nothing to offer that we are able to give all&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;When we see we are not able to changE the world&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;we then transform everything around us&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;When we understand we are nothing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;we become everything in Him&lt;/a&gt;. . &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;Broken we restore&lt;/a&gt;..... &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;Humble we lift up&lt;/a&gt;..... &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;Fallen we rise&lt;/a&gt;..... &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;Hurting we heal&lt;/a&gt;...... &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=115572845"&gt;May we realize we are nothing and in You become all&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-6724529424538773906?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6724529424538773906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6724529424538773906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5648115106338766393</id><published>2008-06-04T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:53:32.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...and so i find myself challenged; challenged to be more like Him, challenged to love Him more.  It is when I know the son that I can really learn how to be one.  I'm sure I love God, but I'm not very sure I am the best picture of Him to those who surround me.  I shall try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-5648115106338766393?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5648115106338766393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5648115106338766393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-8978265602071805736</id><published>2008-05-10T15:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:05:50.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>route clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cuando un payaso sube para entretener a los pasajeros de la ruta, ellos no se rien.  No rien por miedo a tener que darle unas monedas.&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/8683129-8978265602071805736?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8978265602071805736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8978265602071805736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2008/05/route-clown.html' title='route clown'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-7570948076610074404</id><published>2007-12-18T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:53:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart, i know you are who you say you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La gente dice tantas cosas acerca de Dios, que si existe, que no, que no es Jesús, que hay muchos otros.  Ahora en Estados Unidos esta prohibido para los establecimientos poner en su publicidad Merry Christmas, debe ser sustituido por Happy Holidays, para no discriminar a las personas que no creen en la religión cristiana, pero yo digo; yo no puedo prohibir a los Judíos de que en sus establecimientos pongan: Happy Hannukah!  Porque esa no es mi celebración, yo no practicó esa religión.  Si alguien no cree en Jesús, pues que no celebre la navidad o natividad.  Para mi, desde el fondo de mi corazón, sé que Jesús es quien el dijo que era.  Mi Dios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-emmita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-7570948076610074404?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7570948076610074404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7570948076610074404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTmas'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-7784437501288181695</id><published>2007-11-19T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:41:28.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tengo ganas</title><content type='html'>Tengo ganas de ver a Dios.&lt;br /&gt;No de verlo en sus regalos para mi,&lt;br /&gt;ni en lo que creo para que yo viera,&lt;br /&gt;sino de verlo a Él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de sentir,&lt;br /&gt;de sentirlo hacerme llorar,&lt;br /&gt;de mover mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;a un lugar donde Él está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de sentirme como al principo&lt;br /&gt;como al principio cuando lo veía SIEMPRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emmita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-7784437501288181695?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...haces mi corazón latir más rápido de lo normal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...cada día me siento más enamorada de ti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...disfruto como ninguna otra cosa el estar contigo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...no quisiera sentir esto por nadie más?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...eres tan perfecto para amar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...eres demasiado bueno para mi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...te quiero abrazar toda una vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...no te abrazo siempre porque tengo miedo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...me besas con el corazón?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...no hay otro como tú?&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8683129-5751907189643979720?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5751907189643979720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5751907189643979720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-you-know-that.html' title='did you know that....?'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3601427561268903934</id><published>2007-10-11T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:53:55.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/DSC03098.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, i just think&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8683129-3601427561268903934?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3601427561268903934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3601427561268903934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-just-think-im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-8888131648548787782</id><published>2007-10-11T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:46:03.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to congratulate You for today is your third birthday.  I think you are supposed to start talking on your own, go to the bathroom on your own, and do grownupkids stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping every letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emmita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-8888131648548787782?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8888131648548787782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8888131648548787782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/10/3rd.html' title='3rd'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-822687293536970203</id><published>2007-09-18T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:10:25.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>unwanted, unsure, un everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being sad is my most unenjoyable mood of all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today I feel like there's no one around for me, like no one understands me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feel that this thing that makes me hurt is stupid, but i feel it hurts though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've cried a lot over the past 24 hours, wondering if I'm always going to be like this, If there's no more me to discover, if being true to my self has exceeded it's boundaries. If I am too much me, if too much me is lovable, wantable, desiareable. I really wouldn't know. And the one that i am expecting to tell me, to make me feel wanted, sure and everything, is not there for me right now, is not there to remind me of what i believe of myself. Is not there to make me feel fabulosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am missing some of my old friends, missing the sense of being home, of having no responsabilities at all. Of being me at 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you know that I don't like capital letters? I DON'T! Yet, i use them, why? because it is how it's supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate how it's supposed to be. Can't I just write something different?, can't i just create? can't i just live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one day of sadness is good for a whole life of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a moment of seeing is worth a whole life of looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;me estoy convirtiendo en algo raro. o acaso lo era ya? me gustaria no pensar tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-emmita&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/8683129-822687293536970203?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/822687293536970203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/822687293536970203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/09/unwanted-unsure-un-everything.html' title='unwanted, unsure, un everything'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1504588004521499383</id><published>2007-09-11T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:50:25.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>inhundado</title><content type='html'>Y luego me pongo a pensar,&lt;br /&gt;que cuando no estás te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;Y que aún cuando estoy contigo,&lt;br /&gt;pienso en silencio miles de cosas que debería decirte,&lt;br /&gt;y no las digo.&lt;br /&gt;No las digo porque me gusta,&lt;br /&gt;me gusta pensar en ti,&lt;br /&gt;aun estando contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emmita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1504588004521499383?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1504588004521499383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1504588004521499383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/09/inhundado.html' title='inhundado'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-9006262328588399151</id><published>2007-08-06T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:07:41.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me encanta</title><content type='html'>cuando me despierto en la manana y me doy cuenta que casi no me movi en la noche, solo extiendo las cobijitas y la cama esta tendida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-9006262328588399151?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/9006262328588399151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/9006262328588399151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-encanta.html' title='me encanta'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5207120246642706729</id><published>2007-08-04T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:33:34.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I turn back, and all I see is God, I look forward and all I see is Him.  He is the perfection of everything, the love and perfect lover of my soul.   I have nothing in this life, I dont want to have anything, He is my one and only comfort, my love, my blood, He is everything to me.  He turns my world into such a beautiful one, He makes my life seem inmensly happy, He is He, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LOVELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-5207120246642706729?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5207120246642706729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5207120246642706729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/08/lovely-god.html' title='lovely God'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2891604867455079949</id><published>2007-08-03T22:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:33:20.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Lord, May I have this dance with You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;May I be with You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;May I love You?&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/8683129-2891604867455079949?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2891604867455079949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2891604867455079949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/08/lord-may-i-have-this-dance-with-you-may.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-6063928521567538695</id><published>2007-08-02T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:03:23.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>im supposed to be mature, old and analitic.&lt;br /&gt;well im not&lt;br /&gt;im just 21 and greatful to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God&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;God makes my life happy, verry happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-6063928521567538695?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6063928521567538695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6063928521567538695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/08/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5231231839542937151</id><published>2007-07-03T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:03:19.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but here am I in my little bubble&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/8683129-5231231839542937151?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5231231839542937151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5231231839542937151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/07/but-here-am-i-in-my-little-bubble.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2081942887926481644</id><published>2007-05-24T01:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:06:57.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;simple means everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-2081942887926481644?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2081942887926481644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2081942887926481644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/05/simple-means-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3533394032253057878</id><published>2007-05-24T01:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:05:35.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>miercoles 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te quiero mucho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It felt like it was the first time I had heard it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-emmita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-3533394032253057878?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3533394032253057878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3533394032253057878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/05/miercoles-23.html' title='miercoles 23'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1136275319522095739</id><published>2007-05-24T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:55:57.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in need of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really don't know why &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; chose me. My life is such a good life, I've had the opportunity to do everything, and there is so many people who love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, yet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; has given me all of these. I am so unworhty of everything, so unworthy of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;. I love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; so much though, and I'd love to spend the rest of my life with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;, loving &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;, living &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;, enjoying all of these that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; has gave ME to live. I've been to the other side of the world, I've loved people, teach others about Him, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've been in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; Courts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;iailwmpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1136275319522095739?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1136275319522095739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1136275319522095739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-need-of-god.html' title='in need of God'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3939667214570350759</id><published>2007-05-10T14:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:31:50.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Me siento feliz, me siento honrada de que Dios me deje servirlo.&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/8683129-3939667214570350759?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3939667214570350759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3939667214570350759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-siento-feliz-me-siento-honrada-de.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2740423515038793607</id><published>2007-05-08T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:02:47.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tengo una mision en esta vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Perseguir a Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A mi no me importa NADA mas, yo quiero tenerlo a El.  Me voy a morir tratando de encontrarlo cada dia.  Y lo que mas me gusta de esto es que he decidido creerle, he decidido creer que El va a hacer lo que dijo que haria.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is my one and only purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Cuando me muera quiero que digan: She lived a life of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;iailwmpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-2740423515038793607?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2740423515038793607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2740423515038793607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-and-i.html' title='God and I'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-6986610917884924830</id><published>2007-05-08T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:50:06.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>uchu</title><content type='html'>i've inveted a billion ways to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;they're so good, but none of them work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emmita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-6986610917884924830?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6986610917884924830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6986610917884924830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/05/uchu.html' title='uchu'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5750091018305670000</id><published>2007-04-24T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:56:00.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Su nombre es perfecto:  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesús&lt;/span&gt;.  Él es perfecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas de TI&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;menos de mi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-5750091018305670000?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5750091018305670000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5750091018305670000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/his.html' title='HIS'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-6386831225264710656</id><published>2007-04-24T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:31:18.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>estadistiqueando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yo estaba en paz, haciendo mi tarea, escuchando musica aleatoria en mi iPod, y de repente, El se aparece, me sorprende.  Lo empece a sentir, la canción me empezó a tocar, y lo siento decir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jump in and enjoy the ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;there's not much you can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me lo imagine en un convertible rojo, diciéndome, subete y vamos a disfrutar este viaje, esta vida.  Y me lo recordó:  No hay mucho que puedas hacer, esque veras, Yo estoy manejando.  Nunca fue parte del trato dejarme manejar a mí, El sólo me invito a esta aventura en su convertible, en El.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A veces me rodeo de tantas cosas, pienso tantas cosas, hago tantas cosas, pero El me vuelve a recordar: deja de tratar de hacer todo, Yo estoy manejando.  Y yo sólo puedo contestar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Can't fight this armies on my own, take me away oh Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Decidí perder mi vida, está en tus manos, has con ella lo que vos querás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;iailwmpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-6386831225264710656?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6386831225264710656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6386831225264710656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/estadistiqueando.html' title='estadistiqueando'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-8170082647939058369</id><published>2007-04-24T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:22:06.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>Y se tornaron...&lt;br /&gt;hoy tu barbilla son tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;mi nariz los mios.&lt;br /&gt;Let's kiss dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-8170082647939058369?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8170082647939058369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8170082647939058369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-826909870376283257</id><published>2007-04-23T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:16:19.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>andimthinkingimgivingtoomuchofmyself.notthinkingthough,morelikefearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-826909870376283257?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/826909870376283257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/826909870376283257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/andimthinkingimgivingtoomuchofmyself.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-4768669605141337965</id><published>2007-04-12T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:56:10.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>awedg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You see, I always wanted to kiss You and I, I always wanted to run from You, because I always wanted to miss You, and I, I always wanted to comfort you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-4768669605141337965?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/4768669605141337965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/4768669605141337965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/awedg.html' title='awedg'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1862242683089711827</id><published>2007-04-10T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:32:29.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>naive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingenua.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Soy y quiero ser ingenua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1862242683089711827?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1862242683089711827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1862242683089711827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/nahive.html' title='naive'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1213452025473957939</id><published>2007-04-06T01:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:12:10.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nota</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lo siento, mis hermosos acentos han desaparecido de lo que escribo, no por largo tiempo. Laptop del mal! usare mi otra compu para escribir aca....porque es medio desesperante, por lo pronto, una disculpita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1213452025473957939?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1213452025473957939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1213452025473957939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/nota.html' title='nota'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1006187356700293344</id><published>2007-04-06T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:09:25.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new cd &amp; dvd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/jason.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que me vengo topando con el nuevo disco del Jason.  No pude haber llorado mas, me sigue ministrando con sus nuevas locuras.  Admiro a este señor por su pasion, por su forma de amar a Dios, porque no tiene miedo de ser un grosero, con tal de decir lo que hay en su corazon y a veces en el corazon de Dios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo unico que aprendi hoy es que:&lt;br /&gt;Debo ser como una niña, inocente, sin experiencia, sin lo correcto para decir siempre.  Dios me hace sentir un monton de cosas, y eso es lo que quiero que el oiga de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want the two new cds so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emmita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1006187356700293344?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1006187356700293344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1006187356700293344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-cd-dvd.html' title='new cd &amp; dvd'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1704473211702400082</id><published>2007-04-06T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:01:04.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>would you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Would you take my hand, walk with me and assure me that this&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; IS &lt;/span&gt;going to happen? Would you tell me that there is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt; way it wont? Would you? Would you look at me with those eyes? Would you make me feel THAT way inside? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I just hope you DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Unceritanty is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not good&lt;/span&gt;, not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-emmita&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/8683129-1704473211702400082?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1704473211702400082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1704473211702400082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/would-you.html' title='would you?'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-7708655048938603987</id><published>2007-04-03T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:10:47.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cuando yo andaba en ruta leía mucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-7708655048938603987?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7708655048938603987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7708655048938603987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/cuando-yo-andaba-en-ruta-lea-mucho.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-7691244781423076594</id><published>2007-04-02T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:04:11.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oseas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And then I will call Him My Husband, and no longer call Him my Master.  And the sky will answer, and the earth will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;teach me Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;iailwmpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-7691244781423076594?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7691244781423076594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7691244781423076594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/oseas.html' title='Oseas'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-7715940022493132247</id><published>2007-04-02T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:41:43.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mi vida es como uno de esos diarios que venden que parecen libros.  Más como uno de esos diarios que venden en Ross, con hojas super bonitas y pastas duras.  Hay unas cuantas páginas escritas, pero de ahí  en más, todo esta en blanco.  No me preguntes qué va a ser de mi en 3 años, de verdad que no lo sé.  Mis hojas estan en blanco, listas para que Dios escriba lo que quiera en ellas, para que yo también escriba lo que quiera.  No soy predecible, pero esque así soy yo, así es mi vida, así son mis hojas en blanco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-7715940022493132247?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7715940022493132247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7715940022493132247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/04/diary.html' title='diary'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2872122089389330161</id><published>2007-03-29T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:40:10.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i want to enjoy You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i want You to enjoy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i want You to show me how You want to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emmita&lt;br /&gt;iailwmpc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-2872122089389330161?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2872122089389330161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2872122089389330161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/enjoying-you.html' title='enjoying YOU'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1570748634044935757</id><published>2007-03-28T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:51:17.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(8)Si es verdad que tengo yo un alma gemela, eres tu lo mas&lt;br /&gt;cercano a ese rumor (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1570748634044935757?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1570748634044935757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1570748634044935757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/8si-es-verdad-que-tengo-yo-un-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1396099699613372076</id><published>2007-03-28T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:41:10.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To see your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to feel your heart smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to seek and find always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to glow with you up high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To take your hand and walk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to see your cross arise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to love you day and night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;that's all I'm asking for dear J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y esque siempre me siento asi, con necesidad de ti.  Estoy anclada a este lugar, a donde te encuentro, a donde somos TU y yo.  Si el tiempo estuviera en mis manos, lo detendria aqui, justo aqui, para tenerte siempre, cada minuto, cada dia, cada respiro, para ser una contigo Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;iailwmpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1396099699613372076?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1396099699613372076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1396099699613372076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-jesus.html' title='Dear Jesus'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-8483588707683008690</id><published>2007-03-26T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:57:51.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andee: Quien es la modelo de tu foto Shemma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shemma: Mmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/DSC02563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Y no, no esta chueca, asi la quise poner, me urge ser diferente.&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/8683129-8483588707683008690?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8483588707683008690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8483588707683008690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/making-days.html' title='making days'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-818099706500810888</id><published>2007-03-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:07:44.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No me sueltes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-818099706500810888?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/818099706500810888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/818099706500810888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-me-sueltes.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5524452984888424300</id><published>2007-03-26T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:58:31.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missed one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shemma: Y que luego salga con que a chucha la bolsearon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nané: Pues salió Shemma, salió y nada más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me haces mucha falta siempre nenita...te amo. You say what needs to be said, you are a part of what i should think jaja sabes como? tienes mi otro cerebro...just wanted to remind you how special you are to me. Y no se si te diste cuenta...but the gas thing was a HUGE blessing en este momento...es neto....sabes como??? YOU ARE JUST MY FRIEND AND I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-emmita&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/8683129-5524452984888424300?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5524452984888424300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5524452984888424300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/missed-one.html' title='missed one'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-555678646210408434</id><published>2007-03-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:51:34.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo porque Tú me amaste primero, me escogiste para que te amara.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-555678646210408434?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/555678646210408434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/555678646210408434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/te-amo-porque-t-me-amaste-primero-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2411996234625156918</id><published>2007-03-21T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:41:57.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UNznuEpwI8/RgFqpSx7YwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K2lnOTEkUTs/s1600-h/125px-Flag_of_Pakistan_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044430315280098050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UNznuEpwI8/RgFqpSx7YwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K2lnOTEkUTs/s320/125px-Flag_of_Pakistan_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En sueños o de a devis, Yo me voy a la tierra de los puros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;پاکستان&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/8683129-2411996234625156918?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2411996234625156918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2411996234625156918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-sueos-o-de-devis-yo-me-voy-la-tierra.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UNznuEpwI8/RgFqpSx7YwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K2lnOTEkUTs/s72-c/125px-Flag_of_Pakistan_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-8568409221304085473</id><published>2007-03-20T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:34:36.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>most beautiful girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/andreasofia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;lovely&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/8683129-8568409221304085473?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8568409221304085473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8568409221304085473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/most-beautiful-girl.html' title='most beautiful girl'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2575900945945097773</id><published>2007-03-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:12:20.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Alguien dijo hoy: "Yo soy una excelente Trabajadora Social".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;¿Yo?  Yo soy una excelente Shemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;No hay necesidad de nada más.&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/8683129-2575900945945097773?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2575900945945097773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2575900945945097773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/i.html' title='i'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1219570670903328568</id><published>2007-03-19T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:00:42.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wise words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La prudencia consiste en refrenar el enojo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y la honra, en pasar por alto la ofensa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Proverbios 19:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1219570670903328568?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1219570670903328568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1219570670903328568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/wise-words.html' title='wise words'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-7329912883789087332</id><published>2007-03-16T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:16:30.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closed eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;On that night,&lt;br /&gt;at that park.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emmita&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/8683129-7329912883789087332?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7329912883789087332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7329912883789087332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/closed-eyes.html' title='closed eyes'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3171015470658976587</id><published>2007-03-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:44:20.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>l-o--v-e</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What an amazing phrase.  Still it falls so short to what it is supposed to mean.  Words are not the way of expressing this feeling.  I mean, we can try, but still just saying i love you feels so little. To love, to give yourself to others.  Just as Jesus did for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-3171015470658976587?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3171015470658976587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3171015470658976587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/l-o-v-e.html' title='l-o--v-e'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-7916047262286364713</id><published>2007-03-13T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:39:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Despierto y el día esta nublado.  Por alguna extraña razón me gustan esos días, pero cuando avanzan, no me gustan los efectos que tienen sobre mí.  Me aprieta una emoción de pesadez, de nostalgia.  Siento que me falta ir a muchos lugares, que me faltan muchas cosas que hacer.  Pero luego sale el sol, me brilla en la cara y por qué no, también en el corazón.  Sale el sol y salen sus pensamientos, su vida, su amor.  Sale el sol y me doy cuenta de que ni un segundo de mi vida es desperdiciado, que cada uno esta escrito desde antes que las estrellas empezaran a brillar sobre la tierra.  Y es entonces, sólo entonces que vuelvo a entender que "Sus misericordias son nuevas todas las mañanas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am ceirtanly in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;iailwmpc&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/8683129-7916047262286364713?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7916047262286364713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7916047262286364713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/awakening.html' title='awakening'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3495402375365779906</id><published>2007-03-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:46:16.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish upon a star that one day i may wake up with you by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-3495402375365779906?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3495402375365779906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3495402375365779906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wish-upon-star-that-i-may-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3105284957582537106</id><published>2007-03-05T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:25:09.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>march</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hoy me desperté, wow! lo voy a decir otra vez: Hoy me desperté. Todos los días me doy cuenta que Él me hace feliz, y cuando me despierto, veo que me despierto a una buena vida con Él. Dios me llena los sentidos, me llena el cuerpo, me llena la vida, me llena &lt;strong&gt;toda&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-3105284957582537106?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3105284957582537106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3105284957582537106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/march.html' title='march'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-988555310550973287</id><published>2007-03-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:07:23.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every woman's question</title><content type='html'>Estoy leyendo un libro que dice que la pregunta que todas las mujeres hacen es:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I captivating?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/bodanov006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I for sure am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-self-lover part of shemma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-988555310550973287?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/988555310550973287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/988555310550973287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/every-womans-question.html' title='every woman&apos;s question'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-6919026435130400248</id><published>2007-03-04T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:27:36.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el avivamiento silencioso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we will not forget you, muslim people.&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/8683129-6919026435130400248?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6919026435130400248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6919026435130400248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-avivamiento-silencioso-we-will-not.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2630461305908454104</id><published>2007-03-01T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:24:06.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s-t-u-p-i-d-l-y  w-e-i-r-d</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;here i am, all by myself, thinking this isn't possible, but feeling so happy about it. Living it to the fullest, feeling it to the deepest. I am stopping my head, no more negative thoughts. I shall &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;, I shall &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;.&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/8683129-2630461305908454104?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2630461305908454104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2630461305908454104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/03/s-t-u-p-i-d-l-y-w-e-i-r-d.html' title='s-t-u-p-i-d-l-y  w-e-i-r-d'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-184909578073306544</id><published>2007-02-26T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:03:19.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fusiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;L&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a Gracia es gratuita, pero no es barata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...and yes it's true.  Ayer estaba con Melo y..cuanto me urge volver a allá, a donde siento que pertenezco.  Yo voy a ser como Ester, si perezco que perezca, pero para esta hora he llegado, Dios tendra su cuidado, su cuidado silencioso de mi.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quiero ser como Cristo, sólo como Él, y me falta tanto, me falta tanto de Él, pero intentaré, intentaré hasta mi último respiro, intentaré tenerlo, intentaré llenarme de Él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero vivirme la vida disfrutandote.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;iailwmpc&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/8683129-184909578073306544?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/184909578073306544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/184909578073306544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/02/fusiones.html' title='fusiones'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-3966653678006130788</id><published>2007-02-16T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:24:03.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well well</title><content type='html'>i guess life is turning out VERY interesting...im feeling loved, im feeling well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-3966653678006130788?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3966653678006130788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/3966653678006130788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-well.html' title='well well'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-4855776290836241044</id><published>2007-02-09T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:36:34.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estoy en un momento de mi vida en el que no soy interesante.  no platiquen conmigo...no tengo cosas interesantes que decir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-4855776290836241044?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/4855776290836241044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/4855776290836241044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/02/estoy-en-un-momento-de-mi-vida-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1521095665658171840</id><published>2007-02-07T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:36:34.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the only thing we know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;remains faithful to us.&lt;/span&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/8683129-1521095665658171840?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1521095665658171840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1521095665658171840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-thing-we-know.html' title='the only thing we know'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-4634581585587052572</id><published>2007-02-05T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:32:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Quién como Él? ... Terrible hermosura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-4634581585587052572?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/4634581585587052572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/4634581585587052572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/02/quin-como-l.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-320256616135228559</id><published>2007-02-05T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:11:37.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this was my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If, I expected love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when first we kissed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blame it on my youth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only just for you I did exist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blame it on my youth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believed in everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a child of three.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You meant more than anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You meant all the world to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If, you were on my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all night and day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blame it on my youth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If, I forgot to eat, and sleep and pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blame it on my youth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I cried a little bit, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when first I learned the truth,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't blame it on my heart, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blame it on my youth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---rolita de Jamie Cullum&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8683129-320256616135228559?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/320256616135228559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/320256616135228559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-was-my-story.html' title='this was my story'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-2085127981269882495</id><published>2007-01-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T15:45:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LAS MISIONES SE HACEN CON LAS RODILLAS DE LOS QUE ORAN , LAS MANOS DE LOS QUE DAN Y LOS PIES DE LAS QUE VAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-2085127981269882495?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2085127981269882495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/2085127981269882495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-true.html' title='so true'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-7736175950146818607</id><published>2007-01-16T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:20:45.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estoy segura de que es un gran error tener siempre la suficiente prudencia para protegerse de la lluvia. Acaso uno se conserva cómodo y seco gracias a ese conocimiento, pero se pierde de un mundo de belleza.&lt;br /&gt; - Adeline Knapp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let us just live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-7736175950146818607?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7736175950146818607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/7736175950146818607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/01/estoy-segura-de-que-es-un-gran-error.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-9133807413126047617</id><published>2007-01-13T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:56:59.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dice la reyna</title><content type='html'>que mi Dios es pocho porque habla en inglés...jaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-9133807413126047617?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/9133807413126047617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/9133807413126047617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/01/dice-la-reyna.html' title='dice la reyna'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-6757763528481620530</id><published>2007-01-11T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:26:13.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;we step out off to the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;because this bote's wood is too hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and we can see your arms streched out to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;we step off to the water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we want to be with You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;because it's better to be rescued by you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;to feel your arms pulling me out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;than to stay here and look to you from far behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ayer la oración estuvo TAN worshipera, hace mucho que no teniamos una así. Los musicos tocaban "has llover" sin parar, Él estaba ahí y mi corazón no cabía dentro de mí, trataba de orar con palabras, pero de mi boca sólo salía canción. No hay nada mejor que cuando mi ser se embona con algo más en el cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;iailwmpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-6757763528481620530?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6757763528481620530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6757763528481620530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-song.html' title='yesterday song'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-8701631534703406566</id><published>2007-01-09T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:32:57.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and then it hits me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just want thy heart shemma, i just want thy heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2007...it sounds really good to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-8701631534703406566?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8701631534703406566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8701631534703406566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-then-it-hits-me-i-just-want-thy.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-8588820170832017866</id><published>2006-12-20T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:45:47.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right now, and forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/bici.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;My wings are spread open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;I think I'm ready to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;And I'm at the top of this mountain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;at the top of this mouintain waiting for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;'Cause that's the only thing I know how to do right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;I wait, I wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Even if it feels like we have not talked in years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Even if I feel you far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;I wait, I wait because I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;iailwmpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-8588820170832017866?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8588820170832017866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8588820170832017866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/12/right-now-and-forever.html' title='right now, and forever'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-9027353411268519345</id><published>2006-12-20T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:34:37.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the godfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;--it's the price you pay, for the life you choose--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;El Padrino le dice a su sobrino, y tiene tanta razón.  Cuando se quiere conseguir algo, siempre hay algo que se debe sacrificar.  Es la ley de la vida.  Cuando uno ama a alguien, tiene que estar dispuesto a sacrificarse a sí mismo, a ceder.  Cuando uno quiere comprar algo, tiene que estar dispuesto a sacrificar algunas cosas, para luego poder obtener eso que quiere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Así es esta vida, yo decido negarme a mi misma, decido pagar el precio por esta vida que escogí. Una vida con Él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;iailwmpc&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/8683129-9027353411268519345?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/9027353411268519345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/9027353411268519345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/12/godfather.html' title='the godfather'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-1868460902736363344</id><published>2006-12-19T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T18:54:55.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how not to be me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-1868460902736363344?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1868460902736363344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/1868460902736363344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-just.html' title='it&apos;s just'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5363903954567376864</id><published>2006-12-13T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:53:36.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no me creo mucho pero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mi vida es la onda&lt;/span&gt;&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/8683129-5363903954567376864?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5363903954567376864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5363903954567376864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-me-creo-mucho-pero-mi-vida-es-la.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-99063727860978713</id><published>2006-12-13T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:44:25.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Este estupido estado.  El estado de la incertidumbre, del 'no sé'.  Quisiera pensar que quiero saber la verdad, pero no.  No quiero saber que él no me quire.  Ay, estoy hartandome a mi misma, ¿por qué me pasan estas cosas?  Ahora él no se va a sacar la lotería, él es la lotería.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Confesiones de adolescente.....así son estas cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-99063727860978713?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/99063727860978713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/99063727860978713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-tonight.html' title='for tonight'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-6623050362481446256</id><published>2006-12-13T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:48:50.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los chocoflanes en el df no funcionan.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8683129-6623050362481446256?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6623050362481446256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/6623050362481446256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/12/los-chocoflanes-en-el-df-no-funcionan.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-5664448505146519271</id><published>2006-12-13T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:44:30.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>los de Calderón</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En esta ciudad todo el mundo esta inmerso en la vida política del país, no como en el Norte, para nosotros el peje no es nada más que un Naco.  Quien sabe, yo lo único que sé es que los hijos de Calderón están chiquitos, no podrán robarnos dinero en este sexenio.  Bendito sea el Señor.  A mi personalmente ese Calderón me cae bien, aunque le hace falta divertirse tantito.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8683129-5664448505146519271?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5664448505146519271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/5664448505146519271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/12/los-de-caldern.html' title='los de Calderón'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-8864521661460803042</id><published>2006-12-12T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:52:58.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>en el df</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/DSC02456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;La Shemmis se anda divirtiendo de lo lindo. Eso de vivir la vida que Dios le dio a uno esta chidisimo.....you gotta enjoy every second of it. Ya tengo aca 9 días, los museos abundan, hay demasiadas cosas que hacer en esta ciudad.  Es una ciudad en la extensión de la palabra: edificiotes, callesotas etc. etc.  De todos modos, no hay nada como el buen Juaritos, por algo Juanga le compone tantas canciones lindas je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hay tanto más que hacer, hay tanto más que conocer- Dios es la onda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-emmita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-8864521661460803042?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8864521661460803042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/8864521661460803042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/12/en-el-df.html' title='en el df'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116434139081794897</id><published>2006-11-23T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:09:50.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the heavenly man</title><content type='html'>Leo the heavenly man, un libro que reta, que hace llorar.  Ya no sé si seguir leyendo, me hace sentir tan retada que siento que no puedo responder al reto.  El hambre que ese hombre sentía por Dios, su entrega y devoción, devoción de esa de la que Dios es merecedor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiré leyendo...lo recomiendo ampliamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-116434139081794897?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116434139081794897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116434139081794897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/11/heavenly-man.html' title='the heavenly man'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116434099203207813</id><published>2006-11-23T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:03:12.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my beloved is mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eres mio y tuya soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Me encanta esta situación, no sólo yo soy de Dios, sino que Él es mío.  Dios y yo somos simplemente dos enamorados y eso me encanta.  No sólo Él me dio su vida, yo le doy la mía.  No sólo cada respiro de mi ser es para Él, también sus respiros dicen mi nombre.  Me encanta saber que lo amo, pero me encanta más saber que Él me ama a mí.  Ya lo he dicho antes, yo no quiero nada más en este mundo más que a Dios.  Si alguien el día de hoy me dijera que tengo que hacer una elección y que viviré con alguien por el resto de mi vida, lo escogería a Él, una y otra vez.  Nada se siente mejor que tenerlo cerca.  Y para Él nada se siente mejor que tenerme cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i'm loving just to say that i love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;don't worry, just enjoy your path. He's got it ALL under control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-116434099203207813?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116434099203207813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116434099203207813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-beloved-is-mine.html' title='my beloved is mine'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116354366862666767</id><published>2006-11-14T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:34:28.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alice in wonderland</title><content type='html'>mis dos frases favoritas en este momento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Cuando termines de hablar, te callas. - El animal de feliz no cumpleaños en Alicia en el Pais de las Maravillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dejaron su marca sobre la tierra, precisamente porque su mente estaba ocupada en el cielo. - C. S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;Hoy la vida me pasó muy lento, me pasó de largo, pero tú no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-116354366862666767?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116354366862666767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116354366862666767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/11/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='alice in wonderland'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116277410916178703</id><published>2006-11-05T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:48:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Pensaba... ¿còmo es que tantos momentos de nuestra vida pasan tan desapercibidos? Caminaba por mi casa y ¿Apoco esos son segunodos perdidos, minutos que no sirven? Porque de algo estoy segura, nadie nunca los recordarà, no son un momento especial, asì que ni siquiera tomarè tiempo para revivirlos en mi cabeza.  Debo hacer aùn màs cosas que me hagan disfrutar mis momentos, si estoy haciendo algo que TENGO y no que QUIERO hacer, deberìa cantar mientras que lo hago, o no sè.  Nunca llego a ninguna conclusiòn...sòlo quiero ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-116277410916178703?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116277410916178703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116277410916178703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/11/moments.html' title='moments'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116218754130421392</id><published>2006-10-29T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:52:21.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby on the way</title><content type='html'>Así es, mi mejor amiga dará a luz a un hermoso bebé en Marzo.  Es casi increible que la niña esa con la que yo crecí vaya a tener un muñeco de verdad jeje. Rosha te amo y al bebé también y a Pedro también, ya quiero tener a ese niñito (según mis predicciones jeje) en mis brazos, ya lo amo tanto y eso que aún no lo veo.  Sólo quiero que el mundo se entere de que soy feliz de ser tía por primera vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-116218754130421392?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116218754130421392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116218754130421392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-on-way.html' title='baby on the way'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116158087256639103</id><published>2006-10-22T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:21:27.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero tener a Dios pegado todo el tiempo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiero sentir que esta más cerca que mi misma conciencia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiero amarlo más,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiero que sepa que Él es lo único que quiero,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que Él me da tanto valor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que lo amo como a nada y a nadie en este mundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se me pone la piel chinita cuando pienso en TODO lo que Él envuelve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero que Dios sepa que para mi Él, simplemente ES ÉL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-emmita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iailwmpc&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8683129-116158087256639103?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116158087256639103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116158087256639103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/10/quiero.html' title='quiero'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116127673839647311</id><published>2006-10-19T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:52:18.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up today, and my weird mood was gone.  I woke up with a smile on my face, thinking about everything that's around me and that is Good.  Yesterday I was so nostalgic I even dressed as a muslim girl, wearing my veil and my clothes, and everything, I think I really enjoyed feeling dressed like I have to dress over there, the land of my dreams.  Oh well, God is good and life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the only way to live is for Jesus, everything else is merely existence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;iailwmpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-116127673839647311?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116127673839647311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116127673839647311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-day.html' title='new day'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116106131103639243</id><published>2006-10-16T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:01:51.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>conque si</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Platic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ando con Coki encontré la descripción de mi estado de ánimo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estoy feliz, pero no tengo con quien compartir mi felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tengo ganas de reirme así por mucho tiempo, de ver una buena película, de disfrutar un momento al máximo. Todas mis amigas estan por una u otra razón lejos y las extraño, extraño sentirme siempre rodeada, con ellas, con alguien.  No sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-116106131103639243?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116106131103639243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116106131103639243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/10/conque-si.html' title='conque si'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116096828167241710</id><published>2006-10-15T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:11:21.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>el otoño es la estación que saca lo mejor de mi personalidad, no hay duda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-116096828167241710?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116096828167241710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116096828167241710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-otoo-es-la-estacin-que-saca-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116095645697463406</id><published>2006-10-15T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:54:16.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mi destino se aclara poco a poco delante de mis ojos.  Empiezo a ver pequeños destellos de lo que mi futuro será.  Tu dirección y tu cuidado me hacen alucinarme por ti.  El hecho de que tomaste el tiempo para escribir todo lo que pasaría, me hace sentir el corazón inflado y por qué no, el cuello largo, muy largo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te amo Dios, eso es todo.&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/8683129-116095645697463406?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116095645697463406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116095645697463406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/10/destiny.html' title='destiny'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683129.post-116095631340847962</id><published>2006-10-15T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:51:53.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>recordando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;En realidad así debe de ser, no todos los recuerdos estan obligados a ser buenos, hay muchos que no nos dejaron un buen sabor en la boca, pero todos deben de ser siempre gratos de recordar.  Uno debe disfrutar tanto cada momento, de manera que sea agradable tener la foto en la mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Hoy su estupido recuerdo me puso una sonrisa en la cara, y no es para nada bueno, pero grato al fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;-emmita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683129-116095631340847962?l=emmita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116095631340847962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683129/posts/default/116095631340847962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmita.blogspot.com/2006/10/recordando.html' title='recordando'/><author><name>shemma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10680866720248752407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/POhOtA/love.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
