200....

Podría, como la otra vez, tratar de poner 200 palabras (bueno, la otra ocasión fueron 100)....pero llevo días sin inspiración...será que este blog va cerrando su ciclo poco a poco...es como los chicles...en un principio tienen sabor, pero se va acabando...hasta que te hartas y lo tiras...
Ni siquiera tuve la inspiración para hacer un poster conmemorativo de los 200 post! :(

No sé que pasará con este blog...pensé que iba a dar para más...quizá es solo un bache en el camino...como los que suelen estar por todas las calles...como los soplos en el corazón...no lo sé....

177 post en quejas en casi un año de vida...200 en malqueridos...en poco más de 2 años...jajajaa no cabe duda que soy quejumbrosa...

Y pues ya no sé que más decir...más que Gracias...

Esta joyita de canción, aunque no les guste! :P



I used to live...but now I survive...I used to believe...but now it's just one day at a time...
The circus is gone, it's all packed away...The clown's hat, the makeup's been packed in his case...

So we wave goodbye to Miss Fourth of July...
The queen of the roses has left us with nothing but thorns....
Don't say we never tried, Miss Fourth of July....
The stars that we reached for left us with nothing but dawn...

I used to laugh but I've learned to cry....I ain't too proud to let you see tears fall from these eyes...For all of my hopes, my heartaches and fears...For a night I just watched and you walked

I just waved goodbye to Miss Fourth of July...The queen of the roses has left us with nothing but thorns...Don't say we never tried, Miss Fourth of July....The crown that we reached for left us with nothing...
But your thorns left me wounded not unlike the truthWhen innocence sang his last song...He'd tell me that it's all gone...Just look me in the eyes and say man, nothing at all...

I used to live, now I've learned to die....And I used to dream… I used to dream…
So now we wave goodbye to Miss Fourth of July....The queen of the roses has left us with nothing but thorns....Don't say we've never tried, Miss Fourth of July....The stars that we reached for, they've left us with nothing but dawn...Oh, yeah…Nothing but a heavy hit of heartbreak...A handful of blues..Oh, yeah…