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Cosas para buscar algo nuevo... es cosa de los bloggers (aunque nunca he creido que windows live tenga un blog serio, pero bueno)... el chiste es llenar esta cosa con tu información

Si fuera un día de la semana: Viernes
Si fuera un momento del día: noche...
Si fuera un planeta: Urano... no sé... es verde me gusta
Si fuera una bebida: Whisky en las rocas (batido, pero no revuelto)...
Si fuera un instrumento: el piano... ah viejos tiempos
Si fuera una fruta: un durazno!!
Si fuera una canción: Your song... Elton John, aunque la de Ewan McGregor no está mal
Si fuera una parte del cuerpo: las manos
Si fuera una asignatura: Medio oriente
Si fuera un número: 25
Si fuera un color: azul...
Si fuera una ciudad: Londres
Si fuera un olor: su crema para las manos
Si fuera un idioma: Francés
Si fuera una flor: Tulipanes
Si fuera un verbo: Amar... siempre intenso
Si fuera una estación: Invierno (mi cumple, pro supuesto)
Si fuera una prenda: camisa... de vestir
Si fuera un libro: El amor en los tiempos del cólera (García Márquez)... qué libro!
Si fuera un país: México, por supuesto
Si fuera un lugar: Inizzio... era bueno
Si fuera una película: uy... The big fish... La película
Si fuera una serie: Smallville (aunque sería mejor Dr. House)
Si fuera un sonido: el chiflido de "los pericos del colegio"
Si fuera una palabra: confianza... no más
Si fuera dos palabras: tu sonrisa!
Si fuera tres palabras: son muchas palabras
Si fuera una acción: jugar...
Si fuera un celular (un móvil): z600 sony
Si fuera un sentimiento: el consuelo del amor correspondido (ok, esto es del anterior pero me gustó)



Nunca entendí por que hice esto, pero necesitaba llenar abril con algo

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  1. Mujer del traje gris15 de agosto de 2008, 7:27

    hey!
    ese 'anterior' me suena, me suena.. xD

    fue una buena forma de llenar Abril, no?

    Abrazos!

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