Se acuerdan que muchos dijeron que el traje de Kate Middleton hoy Duquesa de Cambridge se parecía al de la princesa de Mónaco Grace Kelly pues bien ahora hay otro vestido que se asemeja mas. Aquí la nota y las fotos y saquen ustedes sus conclusiones.
(tvnotas.mx) Varios medios británicos han publicado que el vestido que elegantemente portó Kate Middleton en su boda con el Príncipe William, y que todo el mundo elogió por su belleza, podría ser una copia. El pasado 29 de abril, la ahora Duquesa de Cambridge apareció en la puerta de la Abadía de Westminster, en Londres, enfundada en el hermoso modelo creado por la diseñadora Sarah Burton, dejando boquiabierto al Príncipe William y a los presentes. Pero la ex actriz Isabella Orsini, ahijada del primer ministro italiano Silvio Berlusconi, la acusó de copiar su vestido de novia. Al comparar nos damos cuenta que luce casi idéntico al que portó en el 2009, cuando contrajo nupcias con el Príncipe belga Edouard de Ligne. En aquella ocasión la prenda fue hecha por el diseñador Gerard Watelet. Luego de hacerse evidente el parecido entre ambos vestidos utilizados en enlaces Reales, la duquesa de Cambridge se ha ganado el título de "Copy-Kate" (Kate copiona). Hace poco, Isabella comentó a una publicación italiana: "apenas vi a quien sería la Duquesa de Cambridge (Kate) entrar a la Iglesia, pensé que su vestido era una copia del mío".
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domingo, mayo 15, 2011
EN EL IPOD DE MABEL BACK TO DECEMBER TAYLOR SWIFT
Mientras muchos siguen disfrutando del tema que les recomendé la semana pasada deJLO "on the floor" que por cierto se encuntra en la posición nº 1 de las carteleras internacionales esta semana les traigo algo totalmente diferente un poco melancólico si me lo preguntan pero igual de bueno, se trata del nuevo tema de Taylor Swift Back To December.
I'm so glad you made time to see me.
How's life, tell me how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while.
You've been good, busier then ever.
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why.
Cause the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.
So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night,
And I go back to December all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.
These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving,
When your birthday passed and I didn't call.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side
Realized that I loved you in the fall.
Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind.
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye.
So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night.
And I go back to December all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind.
I go back to December all the time
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right,
And how you held me in your arms that September night,
The first time you ever saw me cry.
Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right.
I'd go back in time and change it but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand.
But this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night,
And I go back to December.
Turns out freedom aint nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December turn around and make it alright.
I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind.
I go back to December all the time.
How's life, tell me how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while.
You've been good, busier then ever.
We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why.
Cause the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.
So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night,
And I go back to December all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.
These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving,
When your birthday passed and I didn't call.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side
Realized that I loved you in the fall.
Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind.
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye.
So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night.
And I go back to December all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind.
I go back to December all the time
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right,
And how you held me in your arms that September night,
The first time you ever saw me cry.
Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming
If we loved again I swear I'd love you right.
I'd go back in time and change it but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand.
But this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night,
And I go back to December.
Turns out freedom aint nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December turn around and make it alright.
I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind.
I go back to December all the time.
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