guido9k On 28/11/2006

gracias por dejarmepostearte...mepareces re copad...ademas de colega...jajaja...soy el primi de david tu otro contacto del fotolog...espero que lleguemos a conocernos muy bien y lograr una hermosa amistad...COLEGA!!!....AGUANTE BOCA...SOBREDOSIS DEPASION...ALTO CHOREO...JAJAJA...PEZ...FOTOGRAFO OFICIAL DE EFEKTO K!!!

JAJAJ... no podes! On 27/11/2006

Kelly - ShoesShoes. Shoes. Shoes. Oh my God. Shoes. Let's get some shoes. Let's get some shoes. Let's get some shoes. Let's get some shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Oh, my God, shoes. Shoes. These shoes rule. These shoes suck. These shoes rule. These shoes suck! Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Oh, my God, shoes. These shoes rule. These shoes suck. These shoes suck. These shoes suck! I think you have too many shoes. Shut up! I think you have too many shoes. Shut up! I think you have too many shoes. Shut up! I think you have too many shoes. Shut up! Stupid boy. Stupid boy. Let's get some shoes. Let's party. These shoes are three hundred dollars. These shoes are three hundred dollars. These shoes are three hundred fucking dollars. Let's get 'em! Um...this style runs small. I don't think you're gonna fit. I mean, your feet are kinda big. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, by the way bitch, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

ToY On 27/11/2006

ohhhhhh! Qué bella pic! Me parece que me comentaste una vez que te gustaban los zapatos, no? jajajajYo juego también, con una del gran Elton John, infaltable.WHO WEARS THESE SHOESThere's a light on in your windowThere's a shadow on the streetTwo silhouettes tell me it's overThe shadow knows the shadow's meI won't crawl or cause you troubleWell that's the last thing I'll ever doBut before I leave your life completelyTell me who wears these shoes, darlingLord knows the days just get longerThe nights grow cold with you on my mindAnd I feel like an old jukeboxPlaying the same song all the timeIf these crazy dreams don't kill meIt's more than I can take from youNot knowing where or when I'll see youNot knowing darling who wears these shoesMy friends all say don't got to piecesI say that's fine but if I loseI want to know who's in my foot stepsI want to know who wears these shoesMy friends all think I must be crazyI see the facts but if it's trueI want to know who's in my footstepsI want to know who wears these shoes, darlingOh and it's a chilling feelingWhen I can't see himWhat do I doWhen I face the two of youBesosTOY!

Polly On 27/11/2006

And I could say oo oo ooAs if everybody knowsWhat I’m talking aboutAs if everybody would knowExactly what I was talking aboutTalking about diamonds on the soles of her shoesShe makes the sign of a teaspoonHe makes the sign of a waveThe poor boy changes clothesAnd puts on after-shaveTo compensate for his ordinary shoesAnd she said honey take me dancingBut they ended up by sleepingIn a doorwayBy the bodegas and the lights onUpper broadwayWearing diamonds on the soles of their shoesAnd I could say oo oo ooAs if everybody here would knowWhat I was talking aboutI mean everybody here would know exactlyWhat I was talking aboutTalking about diamondsPeople say I’m crazyI got diamonds on the soles of my shoesWell that’s one way to loseThese walking bluesDiamonds on the soles of your shoesBesitos,Polina

Polly On 27/11/2006

Diamantes en las Suelas de sus Zapatos(Simon & Garfunkel)(a-wa) o kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange(a-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani(a-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayezaShe’s a rich girlShe don’t try to hide itDiamonds on the soles of her shoesHe’s a poor boyEmpty as a pocketEmpty as a pocket with nothing to loseSing ta na naTa na na naShe got diamonds on the soles of her shoesShe got diamonds on the soles of her shoesDiamonds on the soles of her shoesDiamonds on the soles of her shoesPeople say she’s crazyShe got diamonds on the soles of her shoesWell that’s one way to lose theseWalking bluesDiamonds on the soles of her shoesShe was physically forgottenThen she slipped into my pocketWith my car keysShe said you’ve taken me for grantedBecause I please youWearing these diamonds

Tanguero On 27/11/2006

A Bordo De Mis ZapatosCaminé todas las callesde Buenos Aires, y es cierto,a bordo de mis zapatosque siempre llegan a viejo.Nací en Palermo hace mucho,amé y a veces me amaron,a bordo de mis zapatosvoy o no voy pero avanzo.Dos desencuentros o másno del todo me curtieron,por eso lloran a vecesmis lágrimas del silencio.Aunque una luz al instantecambia el paisaje de veras,a bordo de mis zapatossigo gastando las suelas.Ya encanecidas mis sienespero el verano en mis sueños,a bordo de mis zapatoscruzo la vida y la quiero.MilongaMúsica: César IsellaLetra: Eugenio Majul "A Tango a day keeps the doctor away"

bichi On 27/11/2006

'Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be But it's gonna be no illusion Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it But it's gonna be really happening to ya'She gotta dance, she gotta dance And she can't stop 'till them shoes come off These shoes do, a kind of voodoo They're gonna make her dance 'till her legs fall offFeel your hair come tumbling down Feel your feet start kissing the ground Feel your arms are opening out And see your eyes are lifted to God With no words, with no song I'm gonna dance the dream And make the dream come true I'm gonna dance the dream And make the dream come trueShe gotta dance, she gotta dance And she can't stop 'till them shoes come off These shoes do, a kind of voodoo They're gonna make her dance 'till her legs fall off Call a doctor, call a priest They're gonna whip her up like a helicopterReally happening to ya Really happening to yaYou gotta dance.... Saludos,Z

bichi On 27/11/2006

Esta es la canción justa para vos, porque si vos fueras un zapato serías un zapato rojo de taco altísimo y calidad suprema. Además la viene cantando Kate Bush desde Inglaterra.The Red ShoesOh she move like the Diva do I said 'I'd love to dance like you.' She said 'just take off my red shoes Put them on and your dream'll come true With no words, with no song You can dance the dream with your body on And this curve, is your smile And this cross, is your heart And this line, is your pathOh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be But it's gonna be no illusion Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it But it's gonna be really happening to ya Really happening to ya Really happening to ya'Oh the minute I put them on I knew I had done something wrong All her gifts for the dance had gone It's the red shoes, they can't stop dancing, dancing And this curve, is your smile And this cross, is your heart And this line, is your path

Sarah On 27/11/2006

I know a song with the word shoes! It's Dido's Sand In My Shoes and it goes like this:Two weeks away it feels like the world should've changed But I'm home now And things still look the same I think I'll leave it to tomorrow till unpack Try to forget for one more night That I'm back in my flat on the road Where the cars never stop going through the night To real life where I can't watch sunset I don't have time I don't have time I've still got sand in my shoes And I can't shake the thought of you I shake it all, forget you Why, why would I want to I know we said goodbye Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again Tomorrow's back to work down to sanitation should've run back ?? before I left here Try to Mama show her that I was happy here Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away From the road where the cars never stop going through the night To real life where I can't watch sunset And take my time Take up our time I wanna see you again Two weeks away, all it takes to change in time around by falling I walked away and never said that I wanted to see again I wanna see you again I wanna see you again XOXO_Little Sarah_

donnitas_way On 27/11/2006

You've got your kickers an' your ropers,Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.You've got slippers an' your zippers,Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)Sometimes you hate 'em, sometimes you love 'em,I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,But a girl can never have too many of 'em.I ain't got time for the flip-flop kind...Men are like shoes.ºoO DoNNiTa! Ooº

donnitas_way On 27/11/2006

Some make you feel ten feet tall, (Tall.)Some make you feel so small. (So small.)An' some you wanna leave out in the hall,Or make you feel like kickin' the wall. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)Ah, sing it with me, girls, ooh! (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)You've got your kickers an' your ropers,Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.You've got slippers an' your zippers,Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em,I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,But a girl can never have too many of 'em.Some can polish up pretty good:Ah, men are like shoes.It's amazing what a little polish will do,Some clean up good, just like new.Some you can't afford, some are real cheap.Some are good for bummin' around on the beach.(You've got your kickers and your ropers,)(Your everyday loafers,)Yeah, some that you can never find.(You've got your slippers and your zippers,)(Your grabbers an' your grippers.)And man, don't ya hate that kind?

donnitas_way On 27/11/2006

Hola shoe lover!Qué bella foto!! Tiene que estar en mi fotolog de fotos glamorosas! Aprovecho la ocasión para agradecerte públicamente por todas las que aportás para la colección, NUESTRA COLECCION DE FOTOS GLAMOROSAS.Encontré otra canción de zapatos, de Shania Twain. Dice que los hombres son como los zapatos. Será cierto??? S H O E SMen: have you ever tried to figure them out?Huh, me too, but I ain't got no clue: how 'bout you?Men are like shoes, made to confuse.Yeah, there's so many of 'em,I don't know which ones to choose. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)Ah, sing it to me if you agree. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)There's the kind made for runnin',The sneakers and the low down heels. (Whoa!)The kind that will keep you on your toes,And every girl knows how that feels. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.)Ouch, ah, sing it with me. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)You've got your kickers an' your ropers,Your everyday loafers, an' some that you can never find.You've got slippers an' your zippers,Your grabbers and your grippers, an' man, don't you hate that kind?Some you wear in, an' some you wear out,Some you wanna leave behind. (Some you wanna leave behind.)Sometimes you hate 'em, an' sometimes you love 'em,I guess it all depends on which way you rub 'em,But a girl can never have too many of 'em.It's amazing what a little polish'll do:Men are like shoes.

matt On 26/11/2006

You'll stumble in my footstepsKeep the same appointments I keptIf you try walking in my shoesIf you try walking in my shoesTry walking in my shoesNow I'm not looking for absolutionForgiveness for the things I doBut before you come to any conclusionsTry walking in my shoesTry walking in my shoesYou'll stumble in my footstepsKeep the same appointments I keptIf you try walking in my shoesYou'll stumble in my footstepsKeep the same appointments I keptIf you try walking in my shoesTry walking in my shoesIf you try walking in my shoesTry walking in my shoes

matt On 26/11/2006

Juego con Depeche Mode.WALKING IN MY SHOESI would tell you about the thingsThey put me throughThe pain I've been subjected toBut the Lord himself would blushThe countless feasts laid at my feetForbidden fruits for me to eatBut I think your pulse would start to rushNow I'm not looking for absolutionForgiveness for the things I doBut before you come to any conclusionsTry walking in my shoesTry walking in my shoesYou'll stumble in my footstepsKeep the same appointments I keptIf you try walking in my shoesIf you try walking in my shoesMorality would frown uponDecency look down uponThe scapegoat fate's made of meBut I promise now, my judge and jurorsMy intentions couldn't have been purerMy case is easy to seeI'm not looking for a clearer consciencePeace of mind after what I've been throughAnd before we talk of any repentanceTry walking in my shoesTry walking in my shoes

DoNNiTa! On 26/11/2006

You keep thinking what you shouldn't be thinkingAnother to far is down till you kissing groundI'm a gonna send you back home as you cryingBut Uncle Jesse he sure is gonna be proudThese boots are made for walkinAnd that's just what they'll doOne of these days these boots are gonna walk all over youThese boots are made for walkinAnd that's just what they'll doOne of these days these boots are gonna walk all over youCome on bootsStart walkingCome on ladiesHey ya'll Wanna come and see something (uh uh, uh uh)Can't touch, can I get a hand clap for the way I work my backTick tock all around the clock drop itPush ya tush, like thatCan I get a sueeeCan I get a yee hawCome on Willie (ohh yeah, owww)Yeee hawWillie Nelson everybody (uh)Let's go home nowºoO DoNNiTa! Ooº