tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42157021831248011932012-01-28T13:55:44.096+01:00Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.comBlogger1401257BotasParaTeclahttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-17337784178950155502012-01-27T20:39:00.005+01:002012-01-27T20:44:33.513+01:002012-01-27T20:44:33.513+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r42ZC3IM4XY/TyL9qRElNzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/DvBUViFL9Jo/s1600/monopat%25C3%25ADn%2B1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702398980783421234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r42ZC3IM4XY/TyL9qRElNzI/AAAAAAAAA-I/DvBUViFL9Jo/s400/monopat%25C3%25ADn%2B1.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Hoy he dejado de pensar en intentarlo...</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Hoy pienso en conseguirlo.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-1733778417895015550?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkkbGqr8RpUsZ8UaDdaAcqeVNBg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkkbGqr8RpUsZ8UaDdaAcqeVNBg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkkbGqr8RpUsZ8UaDdaAcqeVNBg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xkkbGqr8RpUsZ8UaDdaAcqeVNBg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/3bi9-vbII5c" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com3http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2012/01/miss-batallas-hoy-he-ganado-la-batalla.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-65035913171781600582012-01-21T17:40:00.004+01:002012-01-21T17:46:30.003+01:002012-01-21T17:46:30.003+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6D_Bb_iM8yQ/TxrqxQgGPkI/AAAAAAAAA98/rLlebgt6hhI/s1600/LLUVIA20.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700126410354867778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6D_Bb_iM8yQ/TxrqxQgGPkI/AAAAAAAAA98/rLlebgt6hhI/s400/LLUVIA20.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">¡No sirve de nada...!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Cada vez que voy a la peluquería... llueve.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Horas con las mechas, horas con las planchas, horas con los rulos...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">... y 15 segundos para que todas esas horas queden arruinadas.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-6503591317178160058?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sgXEFkK92_p7OgOc0ju-I3DTgcQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sgXEFkK92_p7OgOc0ju-I3DTgcQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sgXEFkK92_p7OgOc0ju-I3DTgcQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sgXEFkK92_p7OgOc0ju-I3DTgcQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/RCO0oQ00WT4" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com6http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2012/01/miss-estados-de-animo-siempre-llueve.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-78253204601520075942012-01-13T21:02:00.002+01:002012-01-13T21:08:48.477+01:002012-01-13T21:08:48.477+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UG0cG8hjLC8/TxCOQA-HttI/AAAAAAAAA9w/IGpy8kT20Zg/s1600/cuesta%2Bde%2Benero.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 335px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697209934413280978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UG0cG8hjLC8/TxCOQA-HttI/AAAAAAAAA9w/IGpy8kT20Zg/s400/cuesta%2Bde%2Benero.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Pués sí... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">¡¡¡Todavía estamos a 13 de enero!!! y nos queda la mitad de la cuesta...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Mi cerdito está que tiembla cada vez que me ve pasar cerca de él...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-7825320460152007594?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tecLwUy0mnzQAzp3Le2zI0JU7kc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tecLwUy0mnzQAzp3Le2zI0JU7kc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tecLwUy0mnzQAzp3Le2zI0JU7kc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tecLwUy0mnzQAzp3Le2zI0JU7kc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/c9iBN9QcreU" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com6http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2012/01/miss-estados-de-animo-superando-la.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-19430809950814032702012-01-04T09:00:00.004+01:002012-01-05T10:48:29.081+01:002012-01-05T10:48:29.081+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuV2zFFsEsI/TwQHoZQf0UI/AAAAAAAAA9k/oEBTlosh2zk/s1600/josep.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693684219459391810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuV2zFFsEsI/TwQHoZQf0UI/AAAAAAAAA9k/oEBTlosh2zk/s400/josep.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Llegamos emocionados por el universo que deberemos explorar.<br />Marchamos emocionados ante lo que nos queda por descubrir.<br />Entre medio, la vida y aquellos que nos ayudan a sentirla intensamente…<br />Josep Julián fue nuestro Maestro de las Emociones y emocionados le recordaremos desde nuestra Nube Emocional.<br />Entra en LA INTELIGENCIA DE LAS EMOCIONES </span><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://josep-julian.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;">http://josep-julian.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"> </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Te echaremos de menos...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-1943080995081403270?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aAF0hPjD0fd4y14Pghv4-XQj2Qk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aAF0hPjD0fd4y14Pghv4-XQj2Qk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aAF0hPjD0fd4y14Pghv4-XQj2Qk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aAF0hPjD0fd4y14Pghv4-XQj2Qk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/xX0TSEIREF8" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com6http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-inteligencia-de-las-emociones-josep.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-55784873720584924942011-11-23T14:29:00.006+01:002011-11-23T14:36:01.677+01:002011-11-23T14:36:01.677+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iNRA2xHrqC8/Tsz1pUh6ltI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ljmxKCZNjWI/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678183320441755346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iNRA2xHrqC8/Tsz1pUh6ltI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ljmxKCZNjWI/s400/thanksgiving.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Desde pequeña me he preguntado qué era esa fiesta que celebraban los americanos de las pelis en la que trinchaban un inmenso pavo...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br />Acción de gracias...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">¡pobres pavos! vaya matanza para este día...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-5578487372058492494?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ItwGKEmNra0fc56PDAZGJrFoGw0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ItwGKEmNra0fc56PDAZGJrFoGw0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ItwGKEmNra0fc56PDAZGJrFoGw0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ItwGKEmNra0fc56PDAZGJrFoGw0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/Ow_uDisI4O8" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com9http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/11/miss-celebraciones-thanksgiving-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-74440927594440284012011-11-18T23:41:00.002+01:002011-11-18T23:46:23.753+01:002011-11-18T23:46:23.753+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JhMS1sxuBY/TsbfV3ITnCI/AAAAAAAAA9M/AoW0rlkB5NQ/s1600/calimero.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 335px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676469947016125474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JhMS1sxuBY/TsbfV3ITnCI/AAAAAAAAA9M/AoW0rlkB5NQ/s400/calimero.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;">"Nadie me quiere por que soy pequeño y negro..."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Calimero creía que nadie le quería por que además de ser pequeño era negro...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Si se hubiese bañado hubiese sabido que no era negro... pero sí un poco guarrete.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-7444092759444028401?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uQE4v6VyPrg4pTTqrnRW7pRKrFQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uQE4v6VyPrg4pTTqrnRW7pRKrFQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uQE4v6VyPrg4pTTqrnRW7pRKrFQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uQE4v6VyPrg4pTTqrnRW7pRKrFQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/4jRwUZRlDD0" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com6http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/11/miss-recuerdos-calimero.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-18753709813239897412011-11-11T21:55:00.011+01:002011-11-11T22:05:52.296+01:002011-11-11T22:05:52.296+01:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_UaLMCTmDI/Tr2MGO0-OYI/AAAAAAAAA9A/yuslktBWkB8/s1600/brujaz.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 337px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673845144244074882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_UaLMCTmDI/Tr2MGO0-OYI/AAAAAAAAA9A/yuslktBWkB8/s400/brujaz.jpg" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Embolos, rotores</strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong> y bujías...¡Soy el misterio de la economía!<br />Manejo cifras y datos y engaño a los humanoides gilivatios.<br />Te nombraré mi sacerdotisa y nos distorsionaremos de risa... ¡Hay que fundirlos deprisa!<br />Soy como la naturaleza. Nadie sabe donde termina ni donde empieza. Por eso la gente reza.<br />¡Por Orticón, Saticón y Vidicón! ¡Nadie sabe como detener la inflación!<br />¿Quizás con una oración?, ¿quizás con un gran cañon?<br />Ergios, watios y turbinas, ¡produzco crisis y ruinas!... y la razón nadie la adivina.<br />Ponen mucho esmero los banqueros y los pobres sufren serios quebraderos.<br />Por Plumbicón, Rotor y Zotal, el capital a veces se las hace pasar mal. ¡Es natural!<br />Es como detener un volcán... ¡Subiré el precio del pan!<br />¡Viva la economía! ¡Viva la guerra fría! </strong></span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"><strong><em>Monólogos de la Bruja Avería...</em></strong></span></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">mira por donde parece la culpable de la situación económica...<br /></span></em></div></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-1875370981323989741?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D52qwMPUQcs0gi0Lc2spxjGZatw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D52qwMPUQcs0gi0Lc2spxjGZatw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D52qwMPUQcs0gi0Lc2spxjGZatw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/D52qwMPUQcs0gi0Lc2spxjGZatw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/MbahAjH84U4" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com4http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/11/miss-recuerdos-la-bruja-averia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-24323259893178497432011-10-22T20:10:00.002+02:002011-10-22T20:12:47.651+02:002011-10-22T20:12:47.651+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_f6Yh1R2fo/TqMHUbmAi2I/AAAAAAAAA8w/Eahse5sgHWs/s1600/iker12.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666380803748170594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_f6Yh1R2fo/TqMHUbmAi2I/AAAAAAAAA8w/Eahse5sgHWs/s400/iker12.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>¡¡¡El 23 de octubre Iker cumple 4 añazos!!!!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Zorionak pottokito¡¡¡¡</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-2432325989317849743?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bWARg6ERlCUnCMPqHjvE00UjMrY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bWARg6ERlCUnCMPqHjvE00UjMrY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bWARg6ERlCUnCMPqHjvE00UjMrY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bWARg6ERlCUnCMPqHjvE00UjMrY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/uS5_aqxsP2U" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com4http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/10/miss-felicitaciones-iker.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-36579809625884808672011-10-14T20:50:00.007+02:002011-10-14T20:58:14.301+02:002011-10-14T20:58:14.301+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kW7kzXXb2ng/TpiE0IMzimI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Id11jxFNkt4/s1600/2Aa.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663422562507655778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kW7kzXXb2ng/TpiE0IMzimI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Id11jxFNkt4/s400/2Aa.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">La llamaron Pulgarcita por que era tan pequeña como el pulgar de una mano...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Y era muy bonita...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Así que el sapo decidió raptarla para casarla con su hijo...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">El sapo debío considerar que Pulgarcita además de bonita era hacendosa... y pensó que iba a cuidar a su hijo como a un rey.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-3657980962588480867?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhrW6BSe6v90jkQE2-wFt3rItKg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhrW6BSe6v90jkQE2-wFt3rItKg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhrW6BSe6v90jkQE2-wFt3rItKg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhrW6BSe6v90jkQE2-wFt3rItKg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/sOOgCuRvN9I" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com6http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/10/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-56078126998499246332011-09-30T19:13:00.002+02:002011-09-30T19:17:11.447+02:002011-09-30T19:17:11.447+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3I2HXdje9A/ToX5JmjYCQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/-yqOfgS0CYg/s1600/mogli.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658202450223958274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3I2HXdje9A/ToX5JmjYCQI/AAAAAAAAA8c/-yqOfgS0CYg/s400/mogli.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Mogli había sido criado por una manada de lobos...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Suerte para él... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>¡Otros niños no tienen ni eso!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-5607812699849924633?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8fieTYrJZWCT31SC5GIx0p5lGXs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8fieTYrJZWCT31SC5GIx0p5lGXs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8fieTYrJZWCT31SC5GIx0p5lGXs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8fieTYrJZWCT31SC5GIx0p5lGXs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/x7-jG8RMWr4" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com5http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez-el.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-65254591666181739522011-09-23T21:01:00.007+02:002011-09-23T21:11:20.949+02:002011-09-23T21:11:20.949+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q5JUoj6qhQ/TnzZLsHsSpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nREtjnXGHpM/s1600/sirenita1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655634026915711634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q5JUoj6qhQ/TnzZLsHsSpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nREtjnXGHpM/s400/sirenita1.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">La sirenita se había enamorado... y no de un atún, langostino o calamar.</span></strong><div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Se había enamorado de un príncipe...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Ni más ni menos...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">La bruja del mar le dijo que para cambiar su cola por unas piernas perdería el habla.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">¡Mejor! así no tendré ocasión de meter la pata...</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-6525459166618173952?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wp9pxa570QeEeQfBfkigw-nfhDE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wp9pxa570QeEeQfBfkigw-nfhDE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wp9pxa570QeEeQfBfkigw-nfhDE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wp9pxa570QeEeQfBfkigw-nfhDE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/Z0_lo3MxLMM" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com10http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez-la.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-11389706156728639412011-09-15T10:24:00.007+02:002011-09-15T10:38:03.234+02:002011-09-15T10:38:03.234+02:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fvcnieg0jQ/TnG2o14Zp4I/AAAAAAAAA8E/qQu-ywH4LO4/s1600/bakar%2Bibai%2B1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652499820101347202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fvcnieg0jQ/TnG2o14Zp4I/AAAAAAAAA8E/qQu-ywH4LO4/s400/bakar%2Bibai%2B1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"Nuestro Mundo" es un espacio que creamos Ibai y yo cuando nos agarramos de las manos (manos las mias, manitas las suyas) entre su cuerpo y el mio.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Ese es nuestro mundo, y ahí sólo cabemos los dos...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"Nuestro Mundo" tiene un Rey: Ibai. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">El Rey gobierna con mimo (pero a veces de forma caprichosa) a su única subdita.</span></strong> </span><br /></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">...Ibai no teme rebeliones en su reino</span></strong>.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-1138970615672863941?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_QcN1PE0508BQHUQSe1MK9Discg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_QcN1PE0508BQHUQSe1MK9Discg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_QcN1PE0508BQHUQSe1MK9Discg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_QcN1PE0508BQHUQSe1MK9Discg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/7DYeOjT9-yw" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com10http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/09/ibai-nuestro-mundo-y-yo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-12997801623731417182011-09-10T21:19:00.004+02:002011-09-10T21:26:20.465+02:002011-09-10T21:26:20.465+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7xWoIfaCP8/Tmu4twMepII/AAAAAAAAA78/Ie9xZyBbVes/s1600/habichuelas.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 337px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813253637284994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7xWoIfaCP8/Tmu4twMepII/AAAAAAAAA78/Ie9xZyBbVes/s400/habichuelas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Si Jack (Juanito, en versión latina) hubiese nacido hoy en día, no hubiese necesitado plantar habichuelas mágicas para subir al cielo...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Si Jack (o Juanito) hubiese nacido hoy, se hubiese fumado un porrito de marihuana con el mismo fin...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-1299780162373141718?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zOv0Mi8Z8X-z7SbIGfV54JLLNYo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zOv0Mi8Z8X-z7SbIGfV54JLLNYo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zOv0Mi8Z8X-z7SbIGfV54JLLNYo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zOv0Mi8Z8X-z7SbIGfV54JLLNYo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/r7W_aieKcYE" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com8http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez_10.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-76120906963028048262011-09-02T21:07:00.003+02:002011-09-02T21:21:29.136+02:002011-09-02T21:21:29.136+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ykfyATewSs/TmEp7IWgWbI/AAAAAAAAA70/c7b97Ygf4co/s1600/pocahontas.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 389px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647841503530211762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ykfyATewSs/TmEp7IWgWbI/AAAAAAAAA70/c7b97Ygf4co/s400/pocahontas.jpg" /></a> <br /> <br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Dice la leyenda que Pocahontas se enamoro de un colono llamado John Smith...</strong></span></div> <br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div> <br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>En realidad no se había enamorado de aquel rubio... se había enamorado de su calzado...</strong></span></div> <br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span></div> <br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Cuando oía el nombre "John Smith" lo único que le venía a la cabeza eran sus zapatillas...</strong></span></div> <br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div> <br /><div></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-7612090696302804826?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qTkHQdTLcDkDCFDsOpJ1A8GCKG0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qTkHQdTLcDkDCFDsOpJ1A8GCKG0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qTkHQdTLcDkDCFDsOpJ1A8GCKG0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qTkHQdTLcDkDCFDsOpJ1A8GCKG0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/9HtxAIboDAU" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com6http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-21580766263521708462011-07-29T21:28:00.003+02:002011-07-29T21:35:21.706+02:002011-07-29T21:35:21.706+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H177hLyXPsE/TjMKlLUr7vI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-BfmyvKqfL0/s1600/bakar1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634859192581615346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H177hLyXPsE/TjMKlLUr7vI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-BfmyvKqfL0/s400/bakar1.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">¡¡¡ Por fin !!! ¡¡¡ Por fin !!! ¡¡¡ Por fin !!!</span></strong> </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">¡¡¡Me voy de vacaciones!!! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">... sólo hasta septiembre...</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-2158076626352170846?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tWuvL63WcX0beFECcg_6pBHSvlY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tWuvL63WcX0beFECcg_6pBHSvlY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tWuvL63WcX0beFECcg_6pBHSvlY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tWuvL63WcX0beFECcg_6pBHSvlY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/opOr_lno1ho" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com10http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss-vacaciones-por-fin.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-20122463260704973952011-07-23T23:45:00.003+02:002011-07-23T23:50:56.284+02:002011-07-23T23:50:56.284+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gM8lHUBHH4U/TitBNQAeVbI/AAAAAAAAA7k/60kj68ZbPAA/s1600/el%2Bsastrecillo%2Bvaliente.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 371px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632667454847997362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gM8lHUBHH4U/TitBNQAeVbI/AAAAAAAAA7k/60kj68ZbPAA/s400/el%2Bsastrecillo%2Bvaliente.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">El sastrecillo había matado a siete moscas...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">El sastrecillo no era valiente por eso...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Él podía ser valiente por que para todo iba enfundado en su armadura...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Y por que era del Athletic de Bilbao y allí todos son leones.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-2012246326070497395?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yVJ0oPiA6Z2yIpk9mA7qzK_A6x4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yVJ0oPiA6Z2yIpk9mA7qzK_A6x4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yVJ0oPiA6Z2yIpk9mA7qzK_A6x4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yVJ0oPiA6Z2yIpk9mA7qzK_A6x4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/A1XNxqYmO9Q" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com12http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez-el_23.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-68842875298733651352011-07-15T22:18:00.003+02:002011-07-15T22:33:30.159+02:002011-07-15T22:33:30.159+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jvmkfb0ULeA/TiChe9oG60I/AAAAAAAAA7c/jHUoI95JNSE/s1600/juan%2Bsin%2Bmiedo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629677087524055874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jvmkfb0ULeA/TiChe9oG60I/AAAAAAAAA7c/jHUoI95JNSE/s400/juan%2Bsin%2Bmiedo.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx4Ope6pRd4/TiChG3HaDUI/AAAAAAAAA7U/j_nzZ9S0UWc/s1600/juan%2Bsin%2Bmiedo.jpg"></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Juan era el pequeño de los hermanos.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Su hermano mayor tenía miedo de todo, él en cambio de nada... </span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Se había pasado la vida en el gimnasio y había conseguido que fuesen los demás quienes tuviesen miedo de él.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-6884287529873365135?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m8TxEWFKhMzRhOzieMKpiaYIff0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m8TxEWFKhMzRhOzieMKpiaYIff0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m8TxEWFKhMzRhOzieMKpiaYIff0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m8TxEWFKhMzRhOzieMKpiaYIff0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/cx-szIicTgI" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com6http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-13442186244386686522011-07-08T23:14:00.003+02:002011-07-08T23:26:22.996+02:002011-07-08T23:26:22.996+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQAzztozZQY/Thd18p_9vSI/AAAAAAAAA7M/wefRXjKYjXY/s1600/hormiga%2By%2Bcigarra.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627095944349465890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQAzztozZQY/Thd18p_9vSI/AAAAAAAAA7M/wefRXjKYjXY/s400/hormiga%2By%2Bcigarra.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lydYbG_QDg/Thdzun511-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/_RRTZjD1ogY/s1600/hormiga%2By%2Bcigarra.jpg"></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">La hormiga se pasaba el día trabajando... tenía el cutis reseco, el pelo estropajoso y las uñas astilladas.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">La cigarra tenía todo el día para su cuidado personal... tenía la piel reluciente, el pelo sedoso y las uñas nacaradas.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">La cigarra se casó con un buen partido que la mantuvo sin trabajar.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">La hormiga se casó con un obrero de la construcción y tuvo que seguir trabajando.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-1344218624438668652?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P1G3DrAAlpaZ4yERhQFY6PHr1eo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P1G3DrAAlpaZ4yERhQFY6PHr1eo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P1G3DrAAlpaZ4yERhQFY6PHr1eo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P1G3DrAAlpaZ4yERhQFY6PHr1eo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/3A3m45SWwPw" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com10http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez-la.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-22564402755314411032011-07-01T20:06:00.006+02:002011-07-01T20:14:00.644+02:002011-07-01T20:14:00.644+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEM9-tp_YzM/Tg4M-s5lDDI/AAAAAAAAA68/6wpuqOkTlME/s1600/PATITO%2BFEP.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624447255976414258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEM9-tp_YzM/Tg4M-s5lDDI/AAAAAAAAA68/6wpuqOkTlME/s400/PATITO%2BFEP.jpg" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Le llamaban "Patito Feo"... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Era torpe y poco agraciado.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Su mamá de niño le había dicho que no importaba cuan feo fuese... que un día se convertiría en un hombre hermoso.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Los años iban pasando... y cada día era más torpe y más feo.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-2256440275531441103?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UufPIjmzXwgAH5Rt4xBGK-30Od0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UufPIjmzXwgAH5Rt4xBGK-30Od0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UufPIjmzXwgAH5Rt4xBGK-30Od0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UufPIjmzXwgAH5Rt4xBGK-30Od0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/t3a_TcxkXvA" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com12http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/07/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez-el.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-4306344704736956392011-06-24T23:54:00.002+02:002011-06-25T00:20:11.717+02:002011-06-25T00:20:11.717+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBME_lq3Xb8/TgUMP3ddVdI/AAAAAAAAA60/FwkOFfObf8c/s1600/riquete%2Bel%2Bdel%2Bcopete.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 395px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621913176567010770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBME_lq3Xb8/TgUMP3ddVdI/AAAAAAAAA60/FwkOFfObf8c/s400/riquete%2Bel%2Bdel%2Bcopete.jpg" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Ella era tonta y Él era feo... pero como en todos los cuentos surgió el amor.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">A este cuento sólo le falta señalar que que Ella era rubia... y que Él estaba forrado... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">...como en la vida real.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-430634470473695639?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bDcVw46XeGj7dVhRHLCgFfQ-pDg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bDcVw46XeGj7dVhRHLCgFfQ-pDg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bDcVw46XeGj7dVhRHLCgFfQ-pDg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bDcVw46XeGj7dVhRHLCgFfQ-pDg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/rDIwkjTsDN0" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com8http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/06/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-74335344180229241042011-06-17T22:59:00.002+02:002011-06-17T23:24:41.888+02:002011-06-17T23:24:41.888+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Fv2AoUOJm0/TfvAfMADqAI/AAAAAAAAA6s/sPz6JpV4gnc/s1600/la%2Bprincesa%2By%2Bel%2Bguisante.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 327px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619296602104768514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Fv2AoUOJm0/TfvAfMADqAI/AAAAAAAAA6s/sPz6JpV4gnc/s400/la%2Bprincesa%2By%2Bel%2Bguisante.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">- Entonces, ¿eres una verdadera princesa?... A pesar de los muchos colchones y edredones, has sentido la molestia del guisante. Sólo una verdadera princesa podría ser tan sensible...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">¡¡¡Como para no sentirlo!!!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-7433534418022924104?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5TjxqNhKzR_5at3LTG07xvLqne8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5TjxqNhKzR_5at3LTG07xvLqne8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5TjxqNhKzR_5at3LTG07xvLqne8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5TjxqNhKzR_5at3LTG07xvLqne8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/Dg9bIRJNbRs" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com10http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/06/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez-la.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-79112501960964623202011-06-10T23:31:00.002+02:002011-06-10T23:35:28.334+02:002011-06-10T23:35:28.334+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z-c3tZ5Yr0/TfKNlaauwkI/AAAAAAAAA6k/kvPxgknRNWI/s1600/alibaba.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616707359170544194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z-c3tZ5Yr0/TfKNlaauwkI/AAAAAAAAA6k/kvPxgknRNWI/s400/alibaba.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">En el pueblo se les conocía como "Alí y sus 40 manguis"...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Nunca les habían pillado en ná...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">- Maldito aquel que dijo que la cara era el espejo del alma...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-7911250196096462320?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RsUqJCZWLO8hgcijqW415zg_oDQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RsUqJCZWLO8hgcijqW415zg_oDQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RsUqJCZWLO8hgcijqW415zg_oDQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RsUqJCZWLO8hgcijqW415zg_oDQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/ByNz3DwZjio" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com10http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/06/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vezali.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-3518731024948565222011-06-03T23:20:00.003+02:002011-06-03T23:24:34.405+02:002011-06-03T23:24:34.405+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvUzjERJ1p0/TelQStW3ANI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QYEfOfaBbXc/s1600/flautista%2Bhamelin.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614106692837376210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvUzjERJ1p0/TelQStW3ANI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QYEfOfaBbXc/s400/flautista%2Bhamelin.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">¿De qué me han servido tantos cursos de "Creación de Equipos" y "Liderazgo"?</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Los únicos que me siguen como líder es el equipo de los ratones...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-351873102494856522?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tt20l2NZ2SoLL63IItrA-hSi8_A/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tt20l2NZ2SoLL63IItrA-hSi8_A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tt20l2NZ2SoLL63IItrA-hSi8_A/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tt20l2NZ2SoLL63IItrA-hSi8_A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/WVEVu_NygsA" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com8http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/06/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez-el.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-9426834687227843692011-05-27T23:17:00.004+02:002011-05-27T23:23:28.153+02:002011-05-27T23:23:28.153+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpefSywoL_U/TeAVN6WoYrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Y1BE4sYgg5Y/s1600/peter%2Bpan.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611508464450298546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpefSywoL_U/TeAVN6WoYrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Y1BE4sYgg5Y/s400/peter%2Bpan.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Peter Pan no quería crecer... quería ser un niño para siempre.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Yo conozco a muchos que crecen... pero su cabeza sigue siendo la de un niño...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Y lo peor es que eso también es para siempre...<br /><br /></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-942683468722784369?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_c_G773b5pywU-0zlwGOgeqJl9c/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_c_G773b5pywU-0zlwGOgeqJl9c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_c_G773b5pywU-0zlwGOgeqJl9c/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_c_G773b5pywU-0zlwGOgeqJl9c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/EFYWNyhMkqc" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com4http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/05/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez_27.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215702183124801193.post-78610303883427908792011-05-20T22:49:00.007+02:002011-05-20T22:57:09.448+02:002011-05-20T22:57:09.448+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwil6-2bLCo/TdbUJRjnfnI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZKsrM956M5U/s1600/aladino.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608903641733234290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwil6-2bLCo/TdbUJRjnfnI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZKsrM956M5U/s400/aladino.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">El genio entendía que era mejor hacer un "click" que frotar y frotar... </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">En definitiva, que había que modernizarse...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><br /><br />-<em> Pero ¿maravillosa?... No. Creo que maravillosa esta lámpara no es...</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215702183124801193-7861030388342790879?l=7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ztChmz8uCOZ4nnbTMoAmRYTdAbk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ztChmz8uCOZ4nnbTMoAmRYTdAbk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ztChmz8uCOZ4nnbTMoAmRYTdAbk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ztChmz8uCOZ4nnbTMoAmRYTdAbk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/7BotasParaTecla/~4/VoJK4id8dnc" height="1" width="1"/>Bakarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10380181741334376696noreply@blogger.com2http://7-botas-para-tecla.blogspot.com/2011/05/miss-cuentos-favoritos-erase-una-vez_20.html