<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:56:37.223+02:00</updated><category term='balonmano'/><category term='Plan Bolonia'/><title type='text'>Más allá de lo real</title><subtitle type='html'>Si no sueñas, nunca podrás conseguir lo que hay más allá de tus sueños</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-5696781303085756839</id><published>2009-06-10T21:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:31:57.782+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo Gracioso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SjAKBPCppgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tAvM10K9MAY/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SjAKBPCppgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tAvM10K9MAY/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345783774022575618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por montarse donde uno no debe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SjAJrnPLFDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/X9aFgO-M__I/s1600-h/GxykLLQ4lWsckbqgwlWd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SjAJrnPLFDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/X9aFgO-M__I/s320/GxykLLQ4lWsckbqgwlWd.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345783402560427058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La venganza.. y menuda venganza !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SjAJasbim2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7BKYUWv-ILU/s1600-h/SUMuSvbqmeRbWiR9LJCG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SjAJasbim2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7BKYUWv-ILU/s320/SUMuSvbqmeRbWiR9LJCG.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345783111896701794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JAJA ! La verdad es que tiene gracia .. estos de la CIA... !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7552833377260761539-5696781303085756839?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/5696781303085756839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/06/algo-gracioso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/5696781303085756839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/5696781303085756839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/06/algo-gracioso.html' title='Algo Gracioso'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SjAKBPCppgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tAvM10K9MAY/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-2628183207676504472</id><published>2009-06-10T15:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:29:59.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bear</title><content type='html'>Para los que no hayan visto la película... ¡ Qué bien filmada !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjLCJKoot4U&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjLCJKoot4U&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-2628183207676504472?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/2628183207676504472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/06/bear.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2628183207676504472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2628183207676504472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/06/bear.html' title='The Bear'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-2553848489728033968</id><published>2009-06-07T15:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:10:04.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque nadie es perfecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NnUNegRiP14&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NnUNegRiP14&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás debamos mirar más allá de las imperfecciones, quién sabe, tal vez encontremos algo mucho mejor de lo que vemos a simpe vista..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-2553848489728033968?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/2553848489728033968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/06/porque-nadie-es-perfecto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2553848489728033968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2553848489728033968'/><link 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No se cae, hasta que mira abajo. Mi madre siempre decí­a que ese era el secreto de la vida: nunca mirar abajo. Pero hay algo más. No sólo no hay que mirar. No hay que pensar en que estás en el aire y no sabes volar”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-6852325068046091966?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/6852325068046091966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-mires-abajo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/6852325068046091966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/6852325068046091966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-mires-abajo.html' title='&quot; No mires abajo &quot;'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-9214748429839693549</id><published>2009-06-04T22:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:54:43.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para reflexionar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;La verdad es que tenemos que dejar de quejarnos tanto y agradecerle a dios todos los dias que estamos sanos en comparacion con otras personas. Reflexionemos un poco.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 282px;" alt="graphic" src="http://bl143w.blu143.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.175.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d79b1dc30-f8ba-425a-b165-ddd34cde1995.GIF%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dQVRUMDAwMDQxLkdJRg_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a1.68275336%2540web27403.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.4.72.8&amp;amp;d=d269&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_d2c4b6e55369702565bfecf9b53dbd5625f94a34d0be29b7409446cfff64149a" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;La chica de la foto se llama Katie Kirkpatrick, de 21 años. Al lado de ella está su novio, Nick, de 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La foto fue tomada poco antes de la ceremonia de casamiento de los dos, realizada el 11 de enero de 2005 en los Estados Unidos. Katie tiene cáncer en estado terminal y pasa horas por día recibiendo medicación.&lt;br /&gt;En la foto Nick aguarda el término de mas una sus sesiones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 277px;" alt="graphic" src="http://bl143w.blu143.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.175.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d5c5f6348-a0bc-4968-8d31-45d5733e0f2c.GIF%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dQVRUMDAwMDcyLkdJRg_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a2.68275336%2540web27403.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.4.72.8&amp;amp;d=d269&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_d2c4b6e55369702565bfecf9b53dbd5625f94a34d0be29b7409446cfff64149a" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de sentir mucho dolor, de varios órganos están presentando falencias y tener que recurrir a la morfina, Katie llevo adelante el casamiento y se hizo cargo de cuidar al máximo de los detalles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El vestido tuvo que ser ajustado varias veces, pues Katie pierde peso todos los días debido al cáncer.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 300px;" alt="graphic" src="http://bl143w.blu143.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.175.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d3da589e4-52ab-480c-84db-4ed8163f0c61.GIF%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dQVRUMDAwMTAzLkdJRg_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a3.68275336%2540web27403.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.4.72.8&amp;amp;d=d269&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_d2c4b6e55369702565bfecf9b53dbd5625f94a34d0be29b7409446cfff64149a" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un accesorio inusitado en la fiesta fue el tubo de oxigeno usado por Katie. El acompañó a la novia en toda la ceremonia y la fiesta también.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La otra pareja de la foto son los padres de Nick, emocionados con el casamiento del hijo con la mujer de la que se enamoró desde a adolescencia.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 285px;" alt="graphic" src="http://bl143w.blu143.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.175.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3deee25692-7e47-4a8a-a409-a53c393f6c4b.GIF%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dQVRUMDAwMTM0LkdJRg_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a4.68275336%2540web27403.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.4.72.8&amp;amp;d=d269&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_d2c4b6e55369702565bfecf9b53dbd5625f94a34d0be29b7409446cfff64149a" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, sentada en una silla de ruedas y con el tubo de oxigeno, escuchando al marido y los amigos cantando para ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 283px;" alt="graphic" src="http://bl143w.blu143.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.175.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d49c4a690-eb15-42ee-98f7-5041037d00f4.GIF%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dQVRUMDAwMTY1LkdJRg_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a5.68275336%2540web27403.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.4.72.8&amp;amp;d=d269&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_d2c4b6e55369702565bfecf9b53dbd5625f94a34d0be29b7409446cfff64149a" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el medio de la fiesta Katie se pone a descansar un tiempo . El dolor le impide quedar en pié por mucho tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 408px; height: 272px;" alt="graphic" src="http://bl143w.blu143.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.175.103/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d4e7578c1-2082-4230-8d48-26beb2f2520f.GIF%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dQVRUMDAwMTk2LkdJRg_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a6.68275336%2540web27403.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.4.72.8&amp;amp;d=d269&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;a=01_d2c4b6e55369702565bfecf9b53dbd5625f94a34d0be29b7409446cfff64149a" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie murió 5 días después del casamiento. Ver una mujer tan debilitada vestida de novia y con una sonrisa en los labios nos hace pensar... la felicidad siempre está al alcance dure cuanto dure y dejemos de complicar nuestras vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:18;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-9214748429839693549?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/9214748429839693549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-reflexionar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/9214748429839693549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/9214748429839693549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-reflexionar.html' title='Para reflexionar..'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-1088361063707339507</id><published>2009-05-25T16:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:18:07.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Montajes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShqoiGkzBVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2SsiHnxxXTY/s1600-h/caras2b-copia-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339765612035114322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShqoiGkzBVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2SsiHnxxXTY/s320/caras2b-copia-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShqoXs8CSPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BpjJGmX9SW8/s1600-h/DSC05471+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339765433354569970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShqoXs8CSPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BpjJGmX9SW8/s320/DSC05471+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aun queda más..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-1088361063707339507?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/1088361063707339507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/05/montajes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/1088361063707339507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/1088361063707339507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/05/montajes.html' title='Montajes'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShqoiGkzBVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2SsiHnxxXTY/s72-c/caras2b-copia-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-7322760565708465837</id><published>2009-05-18T22:32:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:42:23.849+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Candados del amor</title><content type='html'>Los "candados del amor" en el puente Milvio de Roma provocan polémica&lt;br /&gt;Los "candados del amor" que las parejas de enamorados colocan diariamente en las farolas del puente Milvio de Roma han provocado una polémica política, después de que un partido de centroizquierda dijera que deben quitarse, mientras que el centroderecha apuesta por conservar este símbolo de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShHGdCg6PBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RAySCYaInXE/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShHGRuSaJJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cLoOQTnxZhA/s320/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337265041196065938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShHGC4k_meI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2DXxx5cjpqE/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShHGC4k_meI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2DXxx5cjpqE/s320/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337264786260335074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tradición de enganchar un candado, en el que los enamorados escriben sus iniciales, a las farolas del puente Milvio para después tirar la llave al río Tévere, surgió a partir del libro de Federico Moccia "Ho voglia di te" (Tengo ganas de ti) que se llevó a la gran pantalla en 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cantante italiano Tiziano Ferro también incluyó imágenes de los candados del puente en el videoclip de su último álbum y, así, lo que comenzó con un pequeño símbolo, se ha convertido en una moda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-7322760565708465837?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/7322760565708465837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/05/candados-del-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/7322760565708465837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/7322760565708465837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/05/candados-del-amor.html' title='Candados del amor'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/ShHGdCg6PBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RAySCYaInXE/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-3952088699393996056</id><published>2009-05-10T20:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:26:48.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's for sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ocurriò en la estación Liverpool del Metro de Londres el 15 de enero 2009. (Todos fueron a trabajar después con una energía maravillosa.)  70 bailarines mezclados con los pasajeros acaban integrándolos en su baile.   El show fue planificado y ensayado durante 8 semanas sin que el público lo supiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wkhmPMupR0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wkhmPMupR0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-3952088699393996056?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/3952088699393996056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-for-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/3952088699393996056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/3952088699393996056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-for-sharing.html' title='Life&apos;s for sharing'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-2023542557140791262</id><published>2009-05-08T15:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:58:15.805+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balonmano'/><title type='text'>Cameponato de España</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SgQ5M4NY4AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pSlxfN1FZCc/s1600-h/sector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SgQ5M4NY4AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pSlxfN1FZCc/s320/sector.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333450752123265026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya tenemos Sector !&lt;br /&gt;Tras ganar la final de Aragón, nos toca trasladarnos a la provincia valenciana de Castellón, donde jugaremos el Campeonate de España por clubs, la fase zonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El torneo nos toca disputarlo contra los equipos de Bm.Roquetas  ( 3º de Andalucia y subcameponas de España hace dos años ) , Bm. La Garriga  ( 2º de Cataluña ), y contra el equipo anfitrión, Bm. Castellón ( 1º de Valencia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El primer partido nos toca jugarlo el viernes día 15 de Mayo a las 18:00h. contra Bm. La Garriga.&lt;br /&gt;El próximo partido es el sábado contra Bm. Roquetas, finalizando el domingo contra Castellón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de ser un grupo dificíl, estamos dispuestas a luchar y a darlo todo.&lt;br /&gt;A por ellas Safa !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jorge/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-2023542557140791262?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/2023542557140791262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/05/cameponato-de-espana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2023542557140791262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2023542557140791262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/05/cameponato-de-espana.html' title='Cameponato de España'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SgQ5M4NY4AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pSlxfN1FZCc/s72-c/sector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-44517515714480767</id><published>2009-05-07T20:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:50:40.726+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balonmano'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jorge/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jorge/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jorge/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jorge/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; 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Tienes que elegir por que camino debes tirar, intentar elegir siempre el mejor, y si no ha podido ser, saber seguir hacia delante !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SfQMO509HWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xhglz31ZKvs/s1600-h/bpQG88JabVgzF6-cafhi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SfQMO509HWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xhglz31ZKvs/s320/bpQG88JabVgzF6-cafhi.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328897709266771298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorteo del balon perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Ellas eligen campo.&lt;br /&gt;Resultado final:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; safa 23 - 25 la jota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Y realmente ! mi vida es un camino que quiero seguir con vosotras !!&lt;br /&gt;AUPA SAFA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-2089776163617625774?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/2089776163617625774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/lalalala.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2089776163617625774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2089776163617625774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/lalalala.html' title='Lalalala'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SfQMO509HWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xhglz31ZKvs/s72-c/bpQG88JabVgzF6-cafhi.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-5543129035632970190</id><published>2009-04-24T14:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:33:21.032+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balonmano'/><title type='text'>Campeonas de Aragón !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SfGw6ncRFRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sH512xCAcxw/s1600-h/DSC05201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Sea lo que sea. Si me lo pides tú.&lt;br /&gt;Prométeme que nunca olvidarás este momento. Este hoy. Ahora.&lt;br /&gt;-No lo olvidaré. Te lo prometo. No podría. Aunque quisiera.&lt;br /&gt;Ven conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;-¿A dónde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A ninguna parte. ¿Qué importa?&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;Lejos, muy lejos, donde ni esto ni nada importe.&lt;br /&gt;-No sé...&lt;br /&gt;Donde pueda olvidarme de que existen los problemas. Donde sólo estemos tú y yo. Nosotros. Y la brisa del fin del mundo acariciándonos los labios.&lt;br /&gt;-Llévame contigo.&lt;br /&gt;¿A dónde?&lt;br /&gt;-Al fin del mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdtuVKJPifI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4m_0f6Len30/s1600-h/DSC04752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdtuVKJPifI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4m_0f6Len30/s320/DSC04752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321968694447802866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-1634760784207388501?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/1634760784207388501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/al-fin-del-mundo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/1634760784207388501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/1634760784207388501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/al-fin-del-mundo.html' title='- Al fin del mundo'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdtuVKJPifI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4m_0f6Len30/s72-c/DSC04752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-2528189239517278186</id><published>2009-04-07T16:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:33:52.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No culpes a nadie</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No culpes a nadie, nunca te quejes de nada ni de nadie, porque fundamentalmente &lt;strong&gt;tú has hecho tu vida&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acepta la responsabilidad de edificarte a ti mismo y el valor de acusarte en el fracaso para volver a empezar; corrigiéndote, el triunfo del verdadero hombre surge de las cenizas del error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca te quejes del ambiente o de los que te rodean, &lt;strong&gt;hay quienes en tu mismo ambiente supieron vencer&lt;/strong&gt;, las circunstancias son buenas o malas según la voluntad o fortaleza de tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aprende a convertir toda situación difícil en un arma para luchar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No te quejes de tu pobreza, de tu soledad o de tu suerte, enfrenta con valor y acepta que de una u otra manera, todo dependerá de ti; no te amargues con tu propio fracaso, ni se lo cargues a otro, acéptate ahora o seguirás justificándote como un niño, recuerda que cualquier momento es bueno para comenzar y que ninguno es tan terrible para claudicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deja ya de engañarte, eres la causa de ti mismo, de tu necesidad, de tu dolor, de tu fracaso&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si, tú has sido el ignorante, el irresponsable, tú, únicamente tú, nadie pudo haber sido por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No olvides que la causa de tu presente es tu pasado, como la causa de tu futuro es tu presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprende de los fuertes de los audaces, imita a los enérgicos, a los vencedores, a quienes no aceptan situaciones, a quienes vencieron a pesar de todo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Piensa menos en tus problemas y más en tu trabajo y tus problemas sin alimento morirán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aprende a nacer desde el dolor y a ser más grande, que el más grande de los obstáculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mírate en el espejo de ti mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comienza a ser sincero contigo mismo. Reconociéndote por tu valor, por tu voluntad y por tu debilidad para justificarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reconócete dentro de ti mismo, más libre y fuerte, dejarás de ser un títere de las circunstancias,&lt;br /&gt;porque tu mismo eres tu destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y nadie puede sustituirte en la construcción de tu destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Levántate mira las mañanas y respira la luz del amanecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tú eres parte de la fuerza de la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahora despierta, camina, lucha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decídete y triunfarás en la vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca pienses en la suerte, porque la suerte es el pretexto de los fracasados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-2528189239517278186?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/2528189239517278186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-culpes-nadie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2528189239517278186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2528189239517278186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-culpes-nadie.html' title='No culpes a nadie'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-1840709262133849945</id><published>2009-04-07T16:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:27:52.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No hay camino</title><content type='html'>Todo pasa y todo queda,&lt;br /&gt;pero lo nuestro es pasar,&lt;br /&gt;pasar haciendo caminos,&lt;br /&gt;caminos sobre el mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdtiLmKLBxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XfZNhXPzUAM/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdtiLmKLBxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XfZNhXPzUAM/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321955336029669138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminante, son tus huellas&lt;br /&gt;el camino y nada más;&lt;br /&gt;caminante, no hay camino,&lt;br /&gt;se hace camino al andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al andar se hace camino&lt;br /&gt;y al volver la vista atrás&lt;br /&gt;se ve la senda que nunca&lt;br /&gt;se ha de volver a pisar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminante no hay camino&lt;br /&gt;sino estelas en la mar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-1840709262133849945?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/1840709262133849945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-hay-camino.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/1840709262133849945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/1840709262133849945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-hay-camino.html' title='No hay camino'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdtiLmKLBxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XfZNhXPzUAM/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-293835929004495858</id><published>2009-04-05T23:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:00:51.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucha contra el racismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Queridos hermanos blancos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando nací, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;era negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando crecí, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;era negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando voy al sol, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soy negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando tengo miedo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soy negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando estoy enfermo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soy negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando muera, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seré negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tú, hombre blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando naciste,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eras rosado&lt;/span&gt; cuando creciste, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eras  blanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando tomas al sol, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te pones rojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando hace frío, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te pones azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando tienes miedo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te pones verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando estás enfermo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te pones amarillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando mueras, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serás gris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y después de todo esto, ¿eres tan cara dura de llamarme hombre de color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7552833377260761539-293835929004495858?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/293835929004495858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucha-contra-el-racismo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/293835929004495858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/293835929004495858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucha-contra-el-racismo.html' title='Lucha contra el racismo'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-5831699709177704087</id><published>2009-04-05T23:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:03:37.143+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tú</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdkcNL3kIPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y2kQsdJc9is/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-Color+real-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdkcNL3kIPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y2kQsdJc9is/s320/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-Color+real-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321315447564673266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contigo quiero alcanzar el sol&lt;br /&gt;y el mundo conquistar&lt;br /&gt;y demostrar que entre tu y yo&lt;br /&gt;hay un gran amor que vive en silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras lo quieras callar&lt;br /&gt;yo se que siempre voy a ser leal&lt;br /&gt;guardare este sentimiento por dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-5831699709177704087?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/5831699709177704087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/5831699709177704087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/5831699709177704087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/tu.html' title='Tú'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdkcNL3kIPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y2kQsdJc9is/s72-c/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-Color+real-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-4937548347015546221</id><published>2009-04-03T21:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:42:49.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Instrucciones para llorar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdZmkHV_3yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WkdnJ4xEt3s/s1600-h/llorica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdZmkHV_3yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WkdnJ4xEt3s/s320/llorica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320552780417457954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dejando de lado los motivos, atengámonos a la manera correcta de    llorar, entendiendo por esto un llanto que no ingrese en el escándalo, ni que    insulte a la sonrisa con su paralela y torpe semejanza. El llanto medio u ordinario    consiste en una contracción general del rostro y un sonido espasmódico acompañado    de lágrimas y mocos, estos últimos al final, pues el llanto se acaba en el momento    en que uno se suena enérgicamente. Para llorar, dirija la imaginación hacia    usted mismo, y si esto le resulta imposible por haber contraído el hábito de    creer en el mundo exterior, piense en un pato cubierto de hormigas o en esos    golfos del estrecho de Magallanes en los que no entra nadie, nunca. Llegado    el llanto, se tapará  con decoro el rostro usando ambas manos con la palma    hacia adentro. Los niños llorarán con la manga del saco contra la cara, y de    preferencia en un rincón del cuarto. Duración media del llanto, tres minutos.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-4937548347015546221?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/4937548347015546221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/instrucciones-para-llorar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/4937548347015546221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/4937548347015546221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/04/instrucciones-para-llorar.html' title='Instrucciones para llorar.'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdZmkHV_3yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WkdnJ4xEt3s/s72-c/llorica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-7945745113570511569</id><published>2009-03-30T16:05:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:40:11.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo lo veo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Sex68AlI4oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JAAUIfJ08oY/s1600-h/1240092996743_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326767630638965378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Sex68AlI4oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JAAUIfJ08oY/s320/1240092996743_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y dime si no es amor mirar dulcemente al sol&lt;br /&gt;dando gracias a Dios por ser tan grande&lt;br /&gt;la ilusión de cada díay dejar de ser cobardes&lt;br /&gt;cuando sangren las heridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime qué ves aquí, dime si ves amor,&lt;br /&gt;dime qué piensas, qué siente tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Que no muera jamás esta dulce pasión&lt;br /&gt;que llena nuestras vidas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-7945745113570511569?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/7945745113570511569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-lo-veo_30.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/7945745113570511569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/7945745113570511569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-lo-veo_30.html' title='Yo lo veo..'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Sex68AlI4oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JAAUIfJ08oY/s72-c/1240092996743_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-1070951532525127688</id><published>2009-03-30T16:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:36:29.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo lo veo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Sex6Cv3omnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SGm5GckjQEE/s1600-h/1240092996743_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326766646900595314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Sex6Cv3omnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SGm5GckjQEE/s320/1240092996743_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y dime si no es amor mirar dulcemente al sol &lt;div&gt;dando gracias a Dios por ser tan grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la ilusión de cada día&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y dejar de ser cobardes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando sangren las heridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dime qué ves aquí, dime si ves amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dime qué piensas, qué siente tu corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que no muera jamás esta dulce pasión&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que llena nuestras vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-1070951532525127688?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/1070951532525127688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-lo-veo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/1070951532525127688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/1070951532525127688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-lo-veo.html' title='Yo lo veo..'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Sex6Cv3omnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SGm5GckjQEE/s72-c/1240092996743_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-4328951084195981329</id><published>2009-03-30T16:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:37:14.465+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plan Bolonia'/><title type='text'>¿Qué es en realidad el Plan Bolonia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;¿Qué DESventajas tienen estos cambios?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdDS48uLdSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yxdev_uHUVk/s1600-h/Cangrejo_noabolonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318983035738879266" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 162px; height: 152px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdDS48uLdSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yxdev_uHUVk/s320/Cangrejo_noabolonia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas… que resumiremos&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; La educación se pone al servicio del mercado&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; “Derechos”&lt;/strong&gt; se convierten en &lt;strong&gt;“servicios”;&lt;/strong&gt; se &lt;strong&gt;privatizan&lt;/strong&gt; y elitizan.&lt;br /&gt;- El cambio metodológico no es sino coartada; el enfoque “basado en el aprendizaje” no es &lt;strong&gt;“nuevo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sino un eslogan remedado de alguno de los que rigieron la &lt;strong&gt;LOGSE&lt;/strong&gt;. La &lt;strong&gt;reforma metodológica es&lt;br /&gt;un fiasco inviable por no estar, de modo INTENCIONADO, dotada &lt;/strong&gt;de medios para llevarla a cabo.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;El empleo se precariza&lt;/strong&gt;: ya lo estamos viendo en general; también ocurrirá con quienes tengan&lt;br /&gt;el título de grado, sin el máster y el posgrado correspodiente. &lt;strong&gt;La especialización se encarece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- El &lt;strong&gt;sistema de prácticas&lt;/strong&gt; (de duración equivalente a medio curso) consolida, &lt;strong&gt;legaliza&lt;/strong&gt; lo que&lt;br /&gt;desgraciadamente ya ocurre; &lt;strong&gt;l@s alumn@s serán la mano de obra gratuita para las empresas&lt;br /&gt;con la excusa de la “formación”.&lt;br /&gt;“El proceso de implantación de un Espacio Europeo de Educación Superior constituye una excelente&lt;br /&gt;oportunidad para la mejora de la Universidad de Zaragoza”, eso es cierto,&lt;/strong&gt; A CONDICIÓN DE QUE&lt;br /&gt;LO PAREMOS Y QUE, A PARTIR DE ESA TOMA DE CONCIENCIA ETICO-POLÍTICA, LUCHEMOS POR&lt;br /&gt;UNA UNIVERSIDAD Y UNA EDUCACIÓN EN GENERAL, MÁS PÚBLICA, MÁS ACCESIBLE PARA TODOS,&lt;br /&gt;MÁS COHERENTE; QUE FORME, NO INDIVÍDUOS COMPETITIVOS, SINO PERSONAS QUE PONGAN SUCONOCIMIENTO AL SERVICIO DE LA MEJORA DE LA SOCIEDAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-4328951084195981329?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/4328951084195981329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/que-es-en-realidad-el-plan-bolonia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/4328951084195981329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/4328951084195981329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/que-es-en-realidad-el-plan-bolonia.html' title='¿Qué es en realidad el Plan Bolonia?'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SdDS48uLdSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yxdev_uHUVk/s72-c/Cangrejo_noabolonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-8532542252847186638</id><published>2009-03-08T18:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:37:30.676+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plan Bolonia'/><title type='text'>El plan Bolonia y la privatización de la Universidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="cuerpo_nota"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="spip"&gt;Por si fuera poco el Gobierno del PSOE, con el resto de Gobiernos autonómicos (en los que participan desde los nacionalistas vascos, catalanes y gallegos, hasta el PP, pasando por IU-PCE en Cataluña y Euskadi), llevan adelante todo un pl&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="cuerpo_nota"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="cuerpo_nota"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="cuerpo_nota"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="cuerpo_nota"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="cuerpo_nota"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SbP-4xkrmyI/AAAAAAAAACk/HPt0bo3lKlE/s1600-h/cartel4y12_copia_1_copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SbP-4xkrmyI/AAAAAAAAACk/HPt0bo3lKlE/s320/cartel4y12_copia_1_copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310868636933266210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;an de privatización de la educación, empezando por la universidad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="spip"&gt;El llamado Plan Bolonia va a dividir las carreras actuales en dos tramos, grado y posgrado. El segundo, necesario para especializarte o para poder ejercer la profesión que has estudiado, tiene matrículas anuales de entre 900 y 3.000 euros. Toda una barrera para que el hijo del obrero no vaya a la universidad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="spip"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="spip"&gt;Pero además los recortes de presupuesto que están llevando adelante (y que irán a más conforme se continúen regalando millones de dinero público a la banca) coinciden con otro objetivo de Bolonia, que las empresas entren a financiar las carreras, con lo que las facultades pasarán a ser centros de formación laboral e investigación de bajo coste a su servicio. Los planes de estudio y el que se investiga pasarán a decidirlo los mismos que hoy están dejando en la calle a cientos de miles de trabajadores, desahuciando familias de sus casas, tirando por los suelos los salarios… la patronal y la banca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="spip"&gt;Toda la retórica de “confluir con Europa”, “cambiar el método de enseñar”… no es más que el barniz con el que quieren cubrir un plan para privatizar y elitizar aún más los estudios universitarios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-8532542252847186638?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/8532542252847186638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-plan-bolonia-y-la-privatizacion-de.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/8532542252847186638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/8532542252847186638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-plan-bolonia-y-la-privatizacion-de.html' title='El plan Bolonia y la privatización de la Universidad'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SbP-4xkrmyI/AAAAAAAAACk/HPt0bo3lKlE/s72-c/cartel4y12_copia_1_copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-7015284462336751640</id><published>2009-03-05T21:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:22:35.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SbA0YSGvAMI/AAAAAAAAABo/iC-1Sjh1hHk/s1600-h/DSC04752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SbA0YSGvAMI/AAAAAAAAABo/iC-1Sjh1hHk/s320/DSC04752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309801552451403970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(...) Cuando yo entré, quedóse un momento indecisa. Sus ojos miraron medrosos hacia la puerta, y luego se volvieron a mí con ruego tímido y ardiente. Llenaba en aquel momento el último florero, y sobre sus manos deshojóse una rosa. Yo entonces le dije, sonriendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¡Hasta las rosas se mueren por besar vuestras manos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella también sonrió contemplando las hojas que había entre sus dedos, y después con leve soplo las hizo volar. Quedamos silenciosos. Era la caída de la tarde y el sol doraba una ventana con sus últimos reflejos. Los cipreses del jardín levantaban sus cimas pensativas en el azul del crepúsculo, al pie de la vidriera iluminada. Dentro, apenas si se distinguía la forma de las cosas, y en el recogimiento del salón las rosas esparcían un perfume tenue y las palabras morían lentamente igual que la tarde. Mis ojos buscaban los ojos de Maria del Rosario con el empeño de aprisionarlos en la sombra. Ella suspiró angustiada como si el aire le faltase, y apartándose el cabello de la frente con ambas manos, huyó hacia la ventana. Yo, temeroso de asustarla, no intenté seguirla y sólo le dije después de un largo silencio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿No me daréis una rosa?&lt;br /&gt;Volvióse lentamente y repuso con voz tenue:&lt;br /&gt;-Si la queréis...&lt;br /&gt;Dudó un instante, y de nuevo se acercó. Procuraba mostrarse serena, pero yo veía temblar sus manos sobre los floreros, al elegir la rosa. Con una sonrisa llena de angustia me dijo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Os daré la mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Ella seguía buscando en los floreros. Yo suspiré romántico:&lt;br /&gt;-La mejor está en vuestros labios.&lt;br /&gt;Me miró apartándose pálida y angustiada:&lt;br /&gt;-No sois bueno... ¿Por qué me decís esas cosas?&lt;br /&gt;-Por veros enojada.&lt;br /&gt;-¿Y eso os agrada? ¡Algunas veces me parecéis el Demonio!&lt;br /&gt;-El Demonio no sabe querer.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- spacer for skins that want sidebar and main to be the same height--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-7015284462336751640?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/7015284462336751640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/7015284462336751640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/7015284462336751640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SbA0YSGvAMI/AAAAAAAAABo/iC-1Sjh1hHk/s72-c/DSC04752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-8998169223962586394</id><published>2009-03-05T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:30:37.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada instante, cada momento..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-44.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949603535684&amp;amp;site=widget-44.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949603535684&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-44.slide.com/p1/3026418949603535684/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Sa7-vjRyWPI/AAAAAAAAABg/UBlC-Dlc2zY/s320/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-G+Canal-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309461103593543922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mejor tipo de amor es aquel que despierta el alma, y nos hace aspirar a más, nos enciende el corazón y nos trae paz a la mente. Eso es lo que tú me has dado y lo que yo esperaba darte siempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-4738586086842694765?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/4738586086842694765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/en-otras-palabras-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/4738586086842694765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/4738586086842694765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/03/en-otras-palabras-te-amo.html' title='En otras palabras, te amo..'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Sa7-vjRyWPI/AAAAAAAAABg/UBlC-Dlc2zY/s72-c/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-G+Canal-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-2899374169907781001</id><published>2009-02-26T15:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:41:50.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada momento cuenta..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Saao3ihnyeI/AAAAAAAAABA/b4hT56ERQyc/s1600-h/1234106894650_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307114883016804834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Saao3ihnyeI/AAAAAAAAABA/b4hT56ERQyc/s320/1234106894650_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los Dioses nos envidian porque somos mortales, porque cada instante nuestro podría ser el último. Todo es más hermoso porque hay un final. Nunca serás más hermosa de lo que eres ahora, nunca volveremos a estar aquí...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Es_JxhWIz6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Es_JxhWIz6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-2899374169907781001?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/2899374169907781001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/02/cada-momento-cuenta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2899374169907781001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/2899374169907781001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/02/cada-momento-cuenta.html' title='Cada momento cuenta..'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/Saao3ihnyeI/AAAAAAAAABA/b4hT56ERQyc/s72-c/1234106894650_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552833377260761539.post-233871945478234492</id><published>2009-02-23T06:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:27:50.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El equilibrio es imposible</title><content type='html'>si cada vez que vienes me convences&lt;br /&gt;me abrazas y me hablas de los dos&lt;br /&gt;y yo siento que no voy&lt;br /&gt;que el equilibrio es imposible cuando vienes&lt;br /&gt;y me hablas de nosotros dos&lt;br /&gt;no te diré que no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo te sigo porque creo que en el fondo hay algo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rv-MFKstFis&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te sigo y te seguiré siempre que tenga piernas para caminar, porque no hay nada en estos momentos que me haga mas feliz, pero no quiero las historias de siempre de desconfianza y para mi, no todo tiene un por que. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las cosas suceden sin más, y el tiempo es su mejor aliado. Nada como él para decir que será de nosotros. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confía en mi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552833377260761539-233871945478234492?l=lauris13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/feeds/233871945478234492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-equilibrio-es-imposible.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/233871945478234492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552833377260761539/posts/default/233871945478234492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauris13.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-equilibrio-es-imposible.html' title='El equilibrio es imposible'/><author><name>Lauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13867727699481390761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fkvhytm2oQM/SaK5kqfMl5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/chjkCO5pZNA/S220/1228686678263_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
