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luceros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pobre hundió su mirada&lt;br /&gt;allá en los valles desiertos&lt;br /&gt;y se quedó muda y triste,&lt;br /&gt;vagamente sonriendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="Estilo13" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-9181435079983189768?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/9181435079983189768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/juan-ramon-jimenez-aquella-tarde-al.html#comment-form' title='0 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpFYIlFNcgg/TvCENNng6bI/AAAAAAAAA2g/m0ddeOsIdR0/s1600/ojos_azules.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpFYIlFNcgg/TvCENNng6bI/AAAAAAAAA2g/m0ddeOsIdR0/s400/ojos_azules.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" lang="es-ES" style="margin-bottom: 0.49cm; margin-top: 0.49cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mis ojos, sin tus ojos, no son ojos,&lt;br /&gt;que son dos hormigueros solitarios&lt;br /&gt;y son mis manos sin las tuyas, varios&lt;br /&gt;intratables espinos a manojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" lang="es-ES" style="margin-bottom: 0.49cm; margin-top: 0.49cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No me encuentro los labios sin tus rojos,&lt;br /&gt;que me llenan de dulces campanarios,&lt;br /&gt;sin ti mis pensamientos son calvarios&lt;br /&gt;criando cardos y agostando hinojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" lang="es-ES" style="margin-bottom: 0.49cm; margin-top: 0.49cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No sé qué es de mi oreja sin tu acento&lt;br /&gt;ni hacia qué polo yerro sin tu estrella,&lt;br /&gt;y mi voz sin tu trato se afemina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" lang="es-ES" style="margin-bottom: 0.49cm; margin-top: 0.49cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Los olores persigo de tu viento&lt;br /&gt;y la olvidada imagen de tu huella&lt;br /&gt;que en ti principia, amor, y en mí termina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Las temblorosas manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;apretarán, suaves, la dicha conseguida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;por un sendero solo, muy lejos de los vanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;cuidados que ahora inquietan la fe de nuestra vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;Las ramas de los sauces mojados y amarillos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;nos rozarán las frentes. En la arena perlada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;verbenas llenas de agua, de cálices sencillos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;ornarán la indolente paz de nuestra pisada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;Mi brazo rodeará tu mimosa cintura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;tú dejarás caer en mi hombro tu cabeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;¡y el ideal vendrá entre la tarde pura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;a envolver nuestro amor en su eterna belleza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-5762244318447614272?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/5762244318447614272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/juan-ramon-jimenez-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5762244318447614272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5762244318447614272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/juan-ramon-jimenez-nostalgia.html' title='JUAN RAMÓN JIMÉNEZ - NOSTALGIA'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kz2A4_4FIBw/Tu8JryIUyjI/AAAAAAAAA2I/-KDIUPKneyo/s72-c/AMANTES.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-4968189812791156225</id><published>2011-12-17T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:19:38.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Orquesta de Cámara de Siero (OCAS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0DhlSmy4zCs" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este link &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ocasiero.com/"&gt;http://www.ocasiero.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;podréis acceder a toda la información sobre esta magnífica Orquesta dirigida por Manuel Paz, uno de sus miembros es mi hermana Carmen (Viola).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El programa es "Concierto para Crisis y Orquesta" y lo presenta Pachi Poncela. Va a ser un Concierto muy divertido para acudir con o sin niños.&amp;nbsp;Mañana actuarán en la Casa de Cultura de Lugones, la entrada es libre y gratuita, a las 13.15h.&amp;nbsp;Allí nos vemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #303030; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/378096360972214378-4968189812791156225?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4968189812791156225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/orquesta-de-camara-de-siero.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4968189812791156225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4968189812791156225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/orquesta-de-camara-de-siero.html' title='Orquesta de Cámara de Siero (OCAS)'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0DhlSmy4zCs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-2206097149027679350</id><published>2011-12-17T11:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:53:13.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡¡¡¡Sube la mano y grita Golllll!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/809iqgA_qtI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/809iqgA_qtI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/809iqgA_qtI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicada a la peque, es una de sus preferidas...¡¡¡todos a subir las manos....!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-2206097149027679350?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/2206097149027679350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/sube-la-mano-y-grita-golllll.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/2206097149027679350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/2206097149027679350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/sube-la-mano-y-grita-golllll.html' title='¡¡¡¡Sube la mano y grita Golllll!!!!'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-3821066033561978781</id><published>2011-12-16T17:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T17:40:55.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apuestas y Loterías del Amor Sincero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-nkjxPwP1M/Tupr1J9Hv-I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Y0bMs-mfi6Y/s1600/club-malas-madres_th_2_thumb3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-nkjxPwP1M/Tupr1J9Hv-I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Y0bMs-mfi6Y/s400/club-malas-madres_th_2_thumb3.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;El club de las malas madres&lt;/strong&gt;“ es un libro de la autora Lucía Etxebarría y de Goyo Bustos. Trata de esa sensación que tenemos todas las madres de ser siempre objeto de críticas, de sentirnos juzgadas y atacadas por todos los que nos rodean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nos culpabilizan sea cualquiera que sea la decisión que tomemos. Si damos el pecho, el niño se quedará con hambre o lo vamos a enviciar, nos dicen. Si no lo damos, parece que somos egoístas y no les damos lo mejor. Cualquiera parece que se siente con derecho a hacernos sentir malas madres, por mucho amor y tesón que pongamos en el cuidado de nuestros pequeños.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Somos culpables de comodonas y vagas si nos quedamos en casa para cuidarlos. Somos desnaturalizadas si queremos seguir con nuestra carrera o sencillamente tenemos que trabajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Poco importa que tomemos estas decisiones consciente e informadamente, dándoles a nuestros niños todos nuestros cuidados, buscando en esta sociedad tan poco amable con la femineidad y la maternidad una manera de sobrevivir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Si nuestros hijos no tienen un comportamiento perfecto en todo momento, la culpa es nuestra por maleducarlos, consentirlos o ser serias. Si no saca buenas notas o tiene algún problema en la escuela, la culpa será de la mamá, por sobreprotectora o por rígida. Pero la culpa, inexorable, siempre nos la dejan caer y además, nos cargamos con ella. Todas, de un modo u otro, hemos entrado en este club, “&lt;strong&gt;El club de las malas madres&lt;/strong&gt;“.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Incluso hubo un tiempo en que con una de esas pseudoteorias psicológicas se acusaba a las madres de niños autistas de ser las causantes de su problema. Y eso causó muchisimo más daño del que en este artículo mencionaré, pero que guardo para el futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Todas, en resúmen, sentimos que nos llaman malas madres, pero todas, de un modo u otro, nos encuadramos en esa maldita etiqueta que nos ponen y nos dejamos poner. Lo dice una “mala madre”, a los ojos de muchos. Me importa ser una buena madre a los ojos de mi hijo, su mirada lo dice todo, es feliz y yo hago todo lo posible para que pueda encontrar su camino, su propio camino, nuestro camino. ´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Vosotras, que seguro que alguna vez os sentisteís en ese “&lt;strong&gt;club de las malas madres&lt;/strong&gt;“, dejad atrás esas etiquetas. Las madres luchamos por conseguir lo mejor para nuestros niños. Somos buenas madres, con biberón o con teta, trabajando fuera o en casa, casadas o solteras. No dejemos que nos juzguen, no nos sintamos juzgadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Me he sentido muy identificada con esta obra. Seguro que vosotras, “&lt;strong&gt;malas madres&lt;/strong&gt;“, buenas madres, también.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-4376603516725826314?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4376603516725826314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-club-de-las-malas-madres-es-un-libro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4376603516725826314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4376603516725826314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-club-de-las-malas-madres-es-un-libro.html' title='“El club de las malas madres“'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-nkjxPwP1M/Tupr1J9Hv-I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Y0bMs-mfi6Y/s72-c/club-malas-madres_th_2_thumb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-9210866548407546100</id><published>2011-12-15T22:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:32:07.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El misterio de las cosas - Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhEIceTIOe0/Tupmm7CskGI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Ha1ndwMFDfg/s1600/misterio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhEIceTIOe0/Tupmm7CskGI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Ha1ndwMFDfg/s400/misterio.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;El misterio de las cosas, Dónde está? &lt;br /&gt;Si apareciese, al menos, &lt;br /&gt;para mostrarnos que es misterio &lt;br /&gt;qué sabe de esto el río, qué sabe el árbol? &lt;br /&gt;Y yo, que no soy más, qué se yo? &lt;br /&gt;Siempre que veo las cosas &lt;br /&gt;y pienso en lo que los hombres piensan de ellas, &lt;br /&gt;río con el fresco sonido del río sobre la piedra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El único sentido de las cosas &lt;br /&gt;es no tener sentido oculto. &lt;br /&gt;más raro que todas las rarezas, &lt;br /&gt;más que los sueños de los poetas &lt;br /&gt;y los pensamientos de los filósofos, &lt;br /&gt;es que las cosas sean realmente lo que parecen ser &lt;br /&gt;y que no haya nada que comprender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, eso es lo único que aprendieron solos mis sentidos: &lt;br /&gt;las cosas no tienen significación, tienen existencia. &lt;br /&gt;las cosas son el único sentido oculto de las cosas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-9210866548407546100?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/9210866548407546100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-misterio-de-las-cosas-fernando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/9210866548407546100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/9210866548407546100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-misterio-de-las-cosas-fernando.html' title='El misterio de las cosas - Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhEIceTIOe0/Tupmm7CskGI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Ha1ndwMFDfg/s72-c/misterio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-7981483311166816199</id><published>2011-12-15T21:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:42:46.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero - Cuento de Jorge Bucay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gAr-R-UiL0/TuoUYlnloKI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8lBYFU4P4Ow/s1600/pobreza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gAr-R-UiL0/TuoUYlnloKI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8lBYFU4P4Ow/s400/pobreza.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-5921362328676797174?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/5921362328676797174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5921362328676797174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5921362328676797174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='CRUEL REALIDAD'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gAr-R-UiL0/TuoUYlnloKI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8lBYFU4P4Ow/s72-c/pobreza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-882362706433883603</id><published>2011-12-15T15:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:14:14.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakira - Hey you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXfMYwJWjP4/TuhsbxScP5I/AAAAAAAAAzs/wB32N1B1jxw/s1600/sombra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXfMYwJWjP4/TuhsbxScP5I/AAAAAAAAAzs/wB32N1B1jxw/s320/sombra.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cuerpoPoema" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 387px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;Un cuerpo, un cuerpo solo, un sólo cuerpo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;un cuerpo como día derramado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;y noche devorada;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;la luz de unos cabellos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;que no apaciguan nunca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;la sombra de mi tacto;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;una garganta, un vientre que amanece&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;como el mar que se enciende&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;cuando toca la frente de la aurora;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;unos tobillos, puentes del verano;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;unos muslos nocturnos que se hunden&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;en la música verde de la tarde;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;un pecho que se alza&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;y arrasa las espumas;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;un cuello, sólo un cuello,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;unas manos tan sólo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;unas palabras lentas que descienden&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;como arena caída en otra arena....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;Esto que se me escapa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;agua y delicia obscura,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;mar naciendo o muriendo;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;estos labios y dientes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;estos ojos hambrientos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;me desnudan de mí&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;y su furiosa gracia me levanta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;hasta los quietos cielos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;donde vibra el instante;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large; line-height: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; 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background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 12px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;n domingo, 6 de febrero, ese fue el día, cepillaba madera, al pasar un tablón por la cepilladora saltó y se fue de lado, el meñique de la mano izquierda calló justo sobre las cuchillas, cuando retiré la mano -soy muy rápido- al guante le faltaba un dedo, y me dije: que esté el dedo ahí, por favor, quité el guante -también muy rápido- y había un hueso al aire y una arteria lanzando sangre a 30 centímetros, después,&amp;nbsp;Ulo previsible, caer de rodillas al suelo sujetando la mano izquierda con la derecha justo antes de empezar a pegar puñetazos a ese suelo, y gritar que no podría volver a tocar la guitarra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;De pronto, la atmósfera pesaba los millones de toneladas que&amp;nbsp;los científicos dicen que pesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Pero esta historia comienza, en realidad, 12.149 días antes. &amp;nbsp; 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Otro cielo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RytLpUdjg-Y/TuQGYxjna-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/lFAOnDcc_q8/s1600/cielo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RytLpUdjg-Y/TuQGYxjna-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/lFAOnDcc_q8/s400/cielo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;No existe esponja para lavar el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero aunque pudieras enjabonarlo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y luego echarle baldes y baldes de mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y colgarlo al sol para que se seque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siempre te faltaría un pájaro en silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #36393d; font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no existen métodos para tocar el cielo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero aunque te estiraras como una palma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y lograras rozarlo en tus delirios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y supieras por fin cómo es al tacto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siempre te faltaría la nube de algodón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #36393d; font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no existe un puente para cruzar el cielo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero aunque consiguieras llegar a la otra orilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a fuerza de memoria y pronósticos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y comprobaras que no es tan difícil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siempre te faltaría el pino del crepúsculo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #36393d; font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eso porque se trata de un cielo que no es tuyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aunque sea impetuoso y desgarrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;en cambio cuando llegues al que te pertenece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no lo querrás lavar ni tocar ni cruzar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #36393d; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero estarán el pájaro y la nube y el pino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #36393d; font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-5146084402884422591?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/5146084402884422591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/pablo-neruda-20-poemas-de-amor-y-una.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5146084402884422591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5146084402884422591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/12/pablo-neruda-20-poemas-de-amor-y-una.html' title='Mario Benedetti . 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Marc Anthony'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-8552501932568724328</id><published>2011-12-02T03:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:16:45.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THORNADOS - DESPIERTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/C1FkABiLgM8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1FkABiLgM8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1FkABiLgM8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nueva banda de Rock Asturiana "Thornados", &amp;nbsp;·Despierta es uno de sus 4 temas grabados hasta el momento de forma casera, a mi personalmente me han encantado, suenan muy bien. Gracias chicos por seguir con ilusión en un mundo complicado como es el de la música, sin duda el esfuerzo merecerá la pena. 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REGALARNOS ESTE MOMENTO, DAVID!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Los juniors lo han logrado. El reto era reeditar le título de campeón  del mundo en un ambiente hostil como era Barcelos, totalmente volcado  con su selección, y no sólo lo ha conseguido, sino que ha pasado como un  rodillo por el parquet luso para firmar una final memorable, con una  victoria incontestable por 2-7. España fue superior en todas las facetas  y todos los registros, ya que tuvo que remontar un gol inicial y luego  supo madurar el encuentro para poder jugar con tranquilidad las  situaciones que pudieran haber puesto de nuevo a Portugal en el  encuentro. Este es el cuarto mundial junior de España, que ha sumado los  tres últimos de forma consecutiva.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  El gol inicial de Beja cogió por sorpresa a España, y se vivieron  entonces los minutos más igualados del encuentro, pero una genialidad de  Julià igualó la contienda, lo que descolocó tanto a los portugueses que  Parra cazó una bola suelta en el área un minuto más tarde para avanzar  ya a los nuestros. España se hizo entonces con el mando del encuentro, y  un minuto antes del descanso Aguarón fusiló a la escuadra para poner  tierra de por medio antes de ir a los vestuarios.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  En la reanudación Barroso se aprovechó de un nuevo despiste defensivo y  pareció que dejaba la final sentenciada, más aún cuando Deitg abortaba  todas las incursiones lusas, pero en un minuto loco, un latigazo Souto  envió la bola a la escuadra y los colegiados se inventaron un penalty.  De haberlo transformado, el panorama hubiera dado un giro importante,  pero la bola se fue al hierro, y eso fue demasiado para los jugadores  lusos, que bajaron los brazos y se convirtieron en invitados de piedra  al festival final español, que ofreció su mejor recital técnico para  cerrar el 7-2.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Tras el encuentro, Carlos Feriche recordó que “no es fácil ganar en  Portugal, en nuestra historia lo hemos conseguido solo 3 o 4 veces, no  más, así que es una gran victoria”. Sobre el partido subrayó que España  realizó “un muy buen hockey” por lo que hay que considerar al equipo  “justo ganador del campeonato del Mundo”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Ficha del partido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  España: Deitg, Julià, Barroso, Tirso y Aguaróa –cinco inicial- Parra y Galvas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Portugal: Costa, Souto, Vaz, Beja, Pinto –cinco inicial- Nunes, Alves y Rocha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Goles: Joao Beja (4’)1-1 Julià (13’), 1-2 Parra (14’), 1-3 Aguaron  (19’) , 1-4 Barroso (25’), 2-4 Souto  (32’), 2-5 Julià (37’), 2-6 Gómez  (38’), 2-7 Aguarón (39’)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Árbitros: Ferrari y Perrone (ITA). Enseñaron azul a Silva y Pinto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Artículo extraído de la página oficial de la Rfep (17.09.11)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;¡Enhorabuena David, un CAMPEÓN DEL MUNDO en casa, CASI NA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yes el mejor, GUAJE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/378096360972214378-4097355917553834576?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4097355917553834576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-seleccion-espanola-de-hockey-sobre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4097355917553834576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4097355917553834576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-seleccion-espanola-de-hockey-sobre.html' title='¡LA SELECCIÓN ESPAÑOLA DE HOCKEY SOBRE PATINES JUNIOR CAMPEONA DEL MUNDO 2011!'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3hp_JHITcxM/TnUkuU3RZYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/4kXb_fDED9Q/s72-c/david%2Bcampeonato%2Bdel%2Bmundo.asp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-8237445377213090052</id><published>2011-08-30T02:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:17:40.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AMISTAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Le5piJPScTo/TlwsF8m7GAI/AAAAAAAAAsY/inmJ_QNQx7s/s1600/CORAZON.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 194px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 259px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Una caricia, un abrazo, un beso, una palabra bonita, una canción, una imagen violenta, un grito, una discusión, un desprecio. Las personas sensibles (virtud y reto al mismo tiempo) percibimos en nuestro sistema nervioso las estimulaciones externas con más intensidad que otras personas que no lo son. Solemos ser más intituitivas, más creativas, más generosas y con mayor poder de empatía, pero tiene su arma de doble filo, puesto que también experimentamos los desprecios, la violencia y la intolerancia más exageradamente y por lo tanto eso nos provoca un mayor sufrimiento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Soy SENSIBLE, estoy contenta de ser como soy, y sé que en esta sociedad en ocasiones vacía de valores es una VIRTUD pero al mismo tiempo y por el mismo motivo es todo un RETO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-4700746376240594044?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4700746376240594044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser-hipersensible.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4700746376240594044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4700746376240594044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/08/ser-hipersensible.html' title='SER SENSIBLE.'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypi6L9SImHs/TlmuonclaAI/AAAAAAAAAro/6-R3_VhMNTI/s72-c/ROSA1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-5404165802539170002</id><published>2011-08-10T15:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:11:38.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso tema y dime ¿ahora qué hago yo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="file://%3ciframe%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22390%22%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/embed/UIjz3eU7hJo%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E"&gt;&lt;iframe height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UIjz3eU7hJo" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/378096360972214378-5404165802539170002?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/5404165802539170002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/08/preciso-tema-y-dime-ahora-que-hago-yo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5404165802539170002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5404165802539170002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/08/preciso-tema-y-dime-ahora-que-hago-yo.html' title='Preciso tema y dime ¿ahora qué hago yo?'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UIjz3eU7hJo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-7288024531297423621</id><published>2011-08-05T15:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:56:01.044+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HACERLO BIEN. JASON MRAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48qbSVjwWkY/Tjv11tVeaFI/AAAAAAAAArg/gDmfypU_4qI/s1600/AMANTES.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48qbSVjwWkY/Tjv11tVeaFI/AAAAAAAAArg/gDmfypU_4qI/s400/AMANTES.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637369661635848274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Jason Mraz "MAKE IT MINE" pinchando en el enlace podréis ver el vídeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6Mclgw89nk&amp;amp;feature=BFa&amp;amp;list=TLjCLxWfMItkc&amp;amp;index=8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6Mclgw89nk&amp;amp;feature=BFa&amp;amp;list=TLjCLxWfMItkc&amp;amp;index=8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(36, 36, 36); "&gt;Despierten todos!&lt;br /&gt;como pueden dormir a esta hora?&lt;br /&gt;a menos que los soñadores sean nuestro yo real&lt;br /&gt;escuchad a nuestra voz&lt;br /&gt;lo que te dice que pruebes&lt;br /&gt;pasar la punta de nuestra lengua&lt;br /&gt;lamiendo el cuello aparecerá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero despertar&lt;br /&gt;antes de que el sueño termine&lt;br /&gt;haré que sea mío&lt;br /&gt;si yo...lo se&lt;br /&gt;Hare que sea mío&lt;br /&gt;si, lo Hare todo mío&lt;br /&gt;manteniendo mi vida en una rápida rotación&lt;br /&gt;pedir eso te sube arriba&lt;br /&gt;arriba arriba y lejos&lt;br /&gt;y una mesa en el café Gratitud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y finalmente estoy ahí&lt;br /&gt;y todos los Ángeles cantaran&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la ah la la la i la la la la love you&lt;br /&gt;(yo te quiero)&lt;br /&gt;no, yo no quiero ponerle fin antes de&lt;br /&gt;que el viaje se acabe&lt;br /&gt;voy hacerlo mío&lt;br /&gt;si..yo lo poseeré&lt;br /&gt;lo Hare mío&lt;br /&gt;si, lo Hare todo mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la coordinación lo es todo&lt;br /&gt;y este tiempo hay mucha&lt;br /&gt;estoy equilibrando&lt;br /&gt;cuidadoso y firme&lt;br /&gt;y me deleito con la engría que emiten todos&lt;br /&gt;bueno, no quiero esperar mas&lt;br /&gt;oh quiero celebrar con el mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacerlo mío&lt;br /&gt;porque sigo tu energía&lt;br /&gt;voy hacerlo mío&lt;br /&gt;porque yo ...estoy abierto&lt;br /&gt;voy a hacerlo mío&lt;br /&gt;voy a hacer voy hacer&lt;br /&gt;voy a hacer voy hacer&lt;br /&gt;hacerlo hacerlo hacerlo hacerlo todo mio&lt;br /&gt;si, lo hare todo mío&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/378096360972214378-7288024531297423621?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/7288024531297423621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/08/hacerlo-bien-jason-mraz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/7288024531297423621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/7288024531297423621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/08/hacerlo-bien-jason-mraz.html' title='HACERLO BIEN. JASON MRAZ'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48qbSVjwWkY/Tjv11tVeaFI/AAAAAAAAArg/gDmfypU_4qI/s72-c/AMANTES.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-5056554743153778263</id><published>2011-06-08T18:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T04:57:38.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Begoña, bonita flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saludos a todos, he estado unas semanas sin escribir, y no por falta de palabras o pensamientos, sino por falta de tiempo: tiempo para ordenar ideas, tiempo para asimilar situaciones duras y otras hermosas que he intentado mezclar bien en esta coctelera que es la vida, y beberme sorbo a sorbo, los tragos amargos y los dulces, intentando siempre poner una sonrisa a la vida, a mi entorno, a mi niña, a mis padres, mis abuelos, a mi pareja, a mis compañeros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas semanas han sido muy intensas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los peores momentos sin duda, y es que hay cosas que sencillamente no tienen explicación, cuando me despedí de mi compañera Begoña "Bego", frente a frente, aunque segura de que tarde o temprano, volveremos a vernos, sé que estás a mi lado, más cerca te siento aún cuando veo tu rosa, la que Juanjo nos llevó al poco de tu partida, al mirarte me da una fuerza que no sabría explicarte. Veo en ti una mujer fuerte, luchadora, dulce, cariñosa, trabajadora, sociable, mamá, amiga, esposa, hija, una mujer con muchos valores y sobre todo "muy echá pa lante" y valiente. Prometí escribirte un artículo "BE", y estoy en ello, no obstante mientras llega y no, estas palabras están dedicadas a ti, por tu recuerdo, por tu ayuda, por tus conversaciones, por tus confidencias y por supuesto por tu linda mirada y tu enorme sonrisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me gusta ver tus fotos, porque ni una hay que no se te vea feliz, siento de veras, que la vida te haya dado ese mazazo, tanto a ti, como a los que te queremos, y me incluyo sí, aunque unos pocos meses duró nuestra amistad, Bego. Siempre, tan linda, tan fuerte, tan justa, tan luchadora. La vida nos jugó una mala pasa y te arrebato de nuestro lado, por siempre seguró estarás en muchos corazones, en el mío siempre habrá un rinconcito para ti, un rinconcito que será cada vez más grande, porque cada vez que me acuerdo de ti, estoy segura de que soy un poquito mejor. Porque esa fue tu enseñanza "siempre hacia adelante con una gran sonrisa, con trabajo, cariño y respeto. ¿Verdad Be? 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En ella podrás acercarte de una manera divertida y diferente a LAS OLAS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Uno de los numerosos proyectos realizados por parte de la Escuela Asturiana de Surf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡¡¡NO LO DUDES, ACÉRCATE AL MAR!!!&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/378096360972214378-4869820010706416631?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4869820010706416631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-blog-de-la-escuela-asturiana-de-surf.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4869820010706416631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4869820010706416631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-blog-de-la-escuela-asturiana-de-surf.html' title='LA PÁGINA OFICIAL DE LA ESCUELA ASTURIANA DE SURF.'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WOCQQuGtivQ/TXktah2F8lI/AAAAAAAAAqE/AXyGud0_q4o/s72-c/escuela%2Basturiana%2Bde%2Bsurf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-4729427250869499707</id><published>2011-03-08T20:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:20:15.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡FELIZ DÍA DE LA MUJER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9EOIgnteH4/TXaAZDPLV4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Is7OFkMToEM/s1600/8%2Bde%2Bmarzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581789956026357634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9EOIgnteH4/TXaAZDPLV4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Is7OFkMToEM/s400/8%2Bde%2Bmarzo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz día de la mujer a todas, trabajadoras, amas de casa, madres, abuelas y aún más a esas mujeres que lo están pasando mal, os recuerdo que podéis acudir al 016, teléfono en contra de la violencia de género. El número no quedará registrado y estará atendido en 6 idiomas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-4729427250869499707?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4729427250869499707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/feliz-dia-de-la-mujer.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4729427250869499707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4729427250869499707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/feliz-dia-de-la-mujer.html' title='¡FELIZ DÍA DE LA MUJER!'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9EOIgnteH4/TXaAZDPLV4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/Is7OFkMToEM/s72-c/8%2Bde%2Bmarzo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-5976359714989477565</id><published>2011-03-08T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:40:16.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SIEMPRE HACIA ADELANTE, SIN MIEDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3ciframe%20title=%22youtube%20video%20player%22%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22390%22%20src=%22http//www.youtube.com/embed/Oa0bN_0I4Sc%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oa0bN_0I4Sc" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/378096360972214378-5976359714989477565?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/5976359714989477565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/siempre-hacia-adelante-sin-miedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5976359714989477565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5976359714989477565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/siempre-hacia-adelante-sin-miedo.html' title='SIEMPRE HACIA ADELANTE, SIN MIEDO'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Oa0bN_0I4Sc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-5077113466736344676</id><published>2011-03-07T22:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:38:57.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LA VIDA ES BELLA. Jason Mraz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3ciframe%20title=%22youtube%20video%20player%22%20width=%22640%22%20height=%22390%22%20src=%22http//www.youtube.com/embed/7l74d1fmZbw%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7l74d1fmZbw" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como siempre genial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-5077113466736344676?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/5077113466736344676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-vida-es-bella-jason-mraz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5077113466736344676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/5077113466736344676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-vida-es-bella-jason-mraz.html' title='LA VIDA ES BELLA. 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Espero que os guste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¡¡¡FELIZ CARNAVAL 2011!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-7794407242055573656?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/7794407242055573656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/victor-manuel-y-ana-belen-dos-grandes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/7794407242055573656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/7794407242055573656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/victor-manuel-y-ana-belen-dos-grandes.html' title='VÍCTOR MANUEL Y ANA BELÉN DOS GRANDES ARTISTAS.'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vOB8a9uDBzg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-1872820908800140576</id><published>2011-03-04T16:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:14:05.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EL PODER DE LO FRAGIL, SIMPLEMENTE ESO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3ciframe%20title=%22youtube%20video%20player%22%20width=%22640%22%20height=%22390%22%20src=%22http//www.youtube.com/embed/qUcyo_6VqmI%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qUcyo_6VqmI" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-1872820908800140576?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/1872820908800140576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-poder-de-lo-fragil-simplemente-eso.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/1872820908800140576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/1872820908800140576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-poder-de-lo-fragil-simplemente-eso.html' title='EL PODER DE LO FRAGIL, SIMPLEMENTE ESO.'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qUcyo_6VqmI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-6455247065598863618</id><published>2011-02-27T00:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:06:06.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3ciframe%20title=%22youtube%20video%20player%22%20width=%22640%22%20height=%22390%22%20src=%22http//www.youtube.com/embed/P2lnzUU9_YM%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P2lnzUU9_YM" frameborder="0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jason Mraz, lleva vendidos a lo largo de estos años millones de discos, cantante, músico Showman. 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LA MUERTE. (y no te logro comprender...)'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dqf7a-CZ-54/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-7976221070224160298</id><published>2011-02-10T20:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:55:12.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MI PEQUEÑO HOMENAJE, PARA TI SAMUEL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQKeg2SphuM/TVRBRBxZxDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/P-tvu-EUREA/s1600/samuel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572150399753372722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQKeg2SphuM/TVRBRBxZxDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/P-tvu-EUREA/s400/samuel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunque hace 1 año y un mes que nos dejaste, hoy quiero dedicarte este post con todo mi cariño y mi respeto por tu 76 cumpleaños. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En principio pensé enviarte un par de rosas blancas que simbolizan para mi la pureza y la paz, para que te acompañasen en un día tan especial, y para hacer como no, memoria a tu recuerdo, después pensé, que ese regalo pertenecía a tus hijas y tu esposa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No obstante me siento tan agradecida y te siento tan presente a menudo, que tenía la necesidad de hacerte "un regalo", aunque fuese simbólico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agradecerte sobre todo lo que hiciste en vida, el mensaje que has dejado para siempre y el ejemplo que nos has dado a todos lo que te conocimos, al menos a Cris y a mi, eso tenlo seguro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decicerte que Cris lo sigue a rajatabla, porque como ya sabes es igualita a ti, y a mi, porque a través de ella me has transmitido el sentido y el valor que le dabas a la vida y sobre todo a la familia, para mi tan importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estoy tranquila porque a pesar de que tu repentina marcha nos sorprendió y sobre todo a los tuyos los has dejado KO, estoy segura de que se repondrán poco a poco y antes de lo que tú y yo creemos, porque de hecho ya lo están haciendo....y todo gracias a ti que les mandas esa fuerza tan grande que te carecteriza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siento que te demos tanto trabajo, porque no hay día que Cris y yo no te tengamos presente y no te dejamos en paz (lo sabemos, jeje), pidiéndote continuamente ayuda Con tu generosidad y tu fuerza, nos envías positividad y energía continuamente. Con esta carta y esta imagen te hago mi pequeño homenaje, Samuel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muchas Felicidades en tu 76 cumpleaños, estés donde estés. Un beso muy grande. Dale un abrazo fuerte a la bisa y recoge con cariño a Be, que aún andará un poco perdida por esos lares. En mi corazón y en mis recuerdos siempre estarás presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La imagen es un campo de Dalias, una de las flores favoritas de "Acuario", en el árbol "que simboliza la vida y la fuerza, el poder de las raíces y la naturaleza fuerte y vigorosa", y el Buda pequeñito "simboliza Paz y Armonía", espero que te guste mi peculiar regalo. Hasta siempre y que tengas un buen día. Ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-7976221070224160298?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/7976221070224160298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/02/mi-pequeno-homenaje.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/7976221070224160298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/7976221070224160298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/02/mi-pequeno-homenaje.html' title='MI PEQUEÑO HOMENAJE, PARA TI SAMUEL.'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQKeg2SphuM/TVRBRBxZxDI/AAAAAAAAAn0/P-tvu-EUREA/s72-c/samuel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378096360972214378.post-4822969285771595715</id><published>2011-02-08T20:02:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:17:53.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un ángel se nos ha ido al cielo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTb9qb4ptUE/TVVFCwzzZSI/AAAAAAAAApM/Oaq995XmKbE/s1600/bego2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTb9qb4ptUE/TVVFCwzzZSI/AAAAAAAAApM/Oaq995XmKbE/s400/bego2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572436027705091362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6tf7MDyRDw/TVVADlTI2_I/AAAAAAAAApE/tohXmrwcIrw/s1600/bego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6tf7MDyRDw/TVVADlTI2_I/AAAAAAAAApE/tohXmrwcIrw/s400/bego.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572430544237026290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIEMPRE ESTARÁS CON NOSOTROS BE. SIEMPRE EN NUESTRO CORAZÓN. TE QUEREMOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3ciframe%20title=%22youtube%20video%20player%22%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22390%22%20src=%22http//www.youtube.com/embed/sPE0UhkEELs%22%20frameborder=%220%22%20allowfullscreen%3E%3C/iframe%3E"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sPE0UhkEELs" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vuélvelo a intentar", es otro post que le dediqué a Be y que sé que leyó, aunque también sé que simplemente estaba escribiendo en aquel momento para transmitirle todo mi apoyo y mi fuerza, porque lo escrito ya lo sabía ella de sobra, la teoría, pero sobre todo y más difícil el llevarlo a la práctica. Me demostró cada día su vitalidad, sus ganas de vivir y de estar mejor, luchó con todas sus fuerzas, para mi ha sido toda una lección en la vida, un ejemplo más a seguir, donde por muy feas que se pongas las cosas, hay que levantarse, andar, luchar y no perder la sonrisa y la bondad, el sentido del humor que para mi tanto la carecterizan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aunque nos conocíamos no hace mucho, desde el principio me abriste tu corazón de par en par, me regalaste 1 millón de sonrisas y tu cariño y estoy segura de que ya estás en el cielo, porque ya eras un ángel en la tierra. Te echaremos mucho de menos. Hasta la vista Be.", con cariño Ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378096360972214378-4822969285771595715?l=cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4822969285771595715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/02/http-aunque-nos-conociamos-no-hace.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4822969285771595715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378096360972214378/posts/default/4822969285771595715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdeotraepoca.blogspot.com/2011/02/http-aunque-nos-conociamos-no-hace.html' title='Un ángel se nos ha ido al cielo.'/><author><name>Alicia Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11914972980702359339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTb9qb4ptUE/TVVFCwzzZSI/AAAAAAAAApM/Oaq995XmKbE/s72-c/bego2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
