<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3039543719213301687</id><updated>2025-02-21T04:42:38.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuentos para una noche</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-3912407401361741843</id><published>2024-06-26T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2024-06-26T04:26:47.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETORNAR. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Después de muchos años de sentir el engaño ajeno, las traiciones y el dolor vuelvo a retomar mi actividad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-JNVG89UjMUxS3coqgmGW5BcvTfV7MqjDSZ7pwpx06j_J9xwy9qp7F-VM5Of1vvSc4ecHsCyiUZpkWQo3FpZmlQLuswWcGAIPwgpw6McJgTEpWX5BFIlKd5sNM8cl8yST1VrciOEBEHv90fznPqNzk8lr6XzTxsws2xCI79afTGkPd921oFQFtqqJvA/s4000/IMG_20231021_090626.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1800&quot; data-original-width=&quot;4000&quot; height=&quot;211&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-JNVG89UjMUxS3coqgmGW5BcvTfV7MqjDSZ7pwpx06j_J9xwy9qp7F-VM5Of1vvSc4ecHsCyiUZpkWQo3FpZmlQLuswWcGAIPwgpw6McJgTEpWX5BFIlKd5sNM8cl8yST1VrciOEBEHv90fznPqNzk8lr6XzTxsws2xCI79afTGkPd921oFQFtqqJvA/w469-h211/IMG_20231021_090626.jpg&quot; width=&quot;469&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/3912407401361741843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2024/06/retornar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/3912407401361741843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/3912407401361741843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2024/06/retornar.html' title='RETORNAR. '/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-JNVG89UjMUxS3coqgmGW5BcvTfV7MqjDSZ7pwpx06j_J9xwy9qp7F-VM5Of1vvSc4ecHsCyiUZpkWQo3FpZmlQLuswWcGAIPwgpw6McJgTEpWX5BFIlKd5sNM8cl8yST1VrciOEBEHv90fznPqNzk8lr6XzTxsws2xCI79afTGkPd921oFQFtqqJvA/s72-w469-h211-c/IMG_20231021_090626.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-4274620456798259368</id><published>2012-09-30T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-30T13:49:28.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡ BUENOS DÍAS !</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;
¡Buen día mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Seria lindo levantarse una mañana y encontrar que al fin la vida de uno depende de uno mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mafalda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgmmtvEP0YGKICxA3Qi8ehWaNI_voEAhmVhGNKVgnu4ZQpVVTMV8rtwaM6kZxLnt_s813Mdu8DmFMCm8dZf7NyP7JWduuMxJzUzkEUMmJxXY9ClS-FA5_33hVLfgxizrlFxCh5dqXeJc/s1600/542261_487365261283404_1270794389_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;193&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgmmtvEP0YGKICxA3Qi8ehWaNI_voEAhmVhGNKVgnu4ZQpVVTMV8rtwaM6kZxLnt_s813Mdu8DmFMCm8dZf7NyP7JWduuMxJzUzkEUMmJxXY9ClS-FA5_33hVLfgxizrlFxCh5dqXeJc/s400/542261_487365261283404_1270794389_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/4274620456798259368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/09/buenos-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/4274620456798259368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/4274620456798259368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/09/buenos-dias.html' title='¡ BUENOS DÍAS !'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgmmtvEP0YGKICxA3Qi8ehWaNI_voEAhmVhGNKVgnu4ZQpVVTMV8rtwaM6kZxLnt_s813Mdu8DmFMCm8dZf7NyP7JWduuMxJzUzkEUMmJxXY9ClS-FA5_33hVLfgxizrlFxCh5dqXeJc/s72-c/542261_487365261283404_1270794389_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-570036335682572663</id><published>2012-09-30T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-30T14:00:55.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglLQ48EeNcP5WpkJix_SWMmsVZb6pceuB0uumgmsyaNGeo-D_eaXWYnt1k7aOJq_uUffbjy815fWpv5vkNMnzAYIK8bgQepLtE1bFDBt3JzBvhcb8X9m8JRqK2Y5FM_0S9B3bPv5YV0Y/s1600/familia_feliz.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;419&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglLQ48EeNcP5WpkJix_SWMmsVZb6pceuB0uumgmsyaNGeo-D_eaXWYnt1k7aOJq_uUffbjy815fWpv5vkNMnzAYIK8bgQepLtE1bFDBt3JzBvhcb8X9m8JRqK2Y5FM_0S9B3bPv5YV0Y/s640/familia_feliz.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong style=&quot;color: #336600; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong style=&quot;color: #336600; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong style=&quot;color: #336600; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong style=&quot;color: #336600; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;strong style=&quot;color: #336600; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;La familia es un lazo; es la unión emocional de todos y cada uno de los componentes humanos que te rodean en tu vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;No es un grupo, no es un padre, una madre, los hijos e incluso abuelos tíos, primos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;La familia es la interacción de las personas que te rodean en tu vida &quot;íntima&quot;, el eje que habilita la función de crecimiento emocional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Nadie ha oído esta frase: &quot; era como mi padre&quot; ; &quot;ha sido una madre para mi&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Es cierto que un padre y una madre tienen el compromiso de criar, formar y establecer los valores morales y personales. Pero no siempre es así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;
&quot;Vuestros hijos no son vuestros hijos. Son los hijos y las hijas del anhelo de la Vida, ansiosa por perpetuarse. Por medio de vosotros se conciben, más no de vosotros. Y aunque estén a vuestro lado, no os pertenecen.&lt;br /&gt;
Podéis darles vuestro amor; no vuestros pensamientos: porque ellos tienen sus propios pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;
Podéis albergar sus cuerpos, no sus almas: porque sus almas habitan en la casa del futuro, cerrada para vosotros, cerrada incluso para vuestros sueños.&lt;br /&gt;
Podéis esforzaros por ser como ellos, mas no tratéis de hacerlos como vosotros: porque la vida no retrocede ni se detiene en el ayer.&lt;br /&gt;
Sois el arco desde el que vuestros hijos son disparados como flechas vivientes hacia lo lejos.&lt;br /&gt;
El Arquero es quien ve el blanco en el camino del infinito, y quien os doblega con Su Poder para que Su flecha vaya rauda y lejos. Dejad que vuestra tensión en manos del Arquero se moldee alegremente. Porque así como El ama la flecha que vuela, así ama también el arco que se tensa&quot;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;(Jalil Gibran)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;color: #445555; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;color: #445555; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;color: #445555; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/570036335682572663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/09/familia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/570036335682572663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/570036335682572663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/09/familia.html' title='FAMILIA'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglLQ48EeNcP5WpkJix_SWMmsVZb6pceuB0uumgmsyaNGeo-D_eaXWYnt1k7aOJq_uUffbjy815fWpv5vkNMnzAYIK8bgQepLtE1bFDBt3JzBvhcb8X9m8JRqK2Y5FM_0S9B3bPv5YV0Y/s72-c/familia_feliz.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-4220298188464675607</id><published>2012-09-14T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-14T13:37:56.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfVExip223UEVZ0H0pr4HOISSfMDkGama9yQx4fXhQ2QjY_NXL-Q7etAH3gUZwDtOol4DQunIlsLoBbgxVO0ufeyoQYWjeQH15KH9GNwg1blNFXxDehar8V1aprdwgAPm1a11dtkBjiU/s1600/diente+de+leon.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;425&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfVExip223UEVZ0H0pr4HOISSfMDkGama9yQx4fXhQ2QjY_NXL-Q7etAH3gUZwDtOol4DQunIlsLoBbgxVO0ufeyoQYWjeQH15KH9GNwg1blNFXxDehar8V1aprdwgAPm1a11dtkBjiU/s640/diente+de+leon.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Pulso,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;sentimiento intenso,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;anhelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;
&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Tendencia a la posesión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;y desde entonces anhela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;tus besos con gran deseo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em;&quot;&gt;El deseo nos saca de nosotros mismos, nos desubica, nos dispara y proyecta, nos vuelve excesivos, hace que vivamos en la improvisación, el desorden y el capricho, máximas expresiones de la libertad llevada al paroxismo. El deseo reivindica la vida, el placer, la autorrealización, la libertad. Unos planifican su vida, mientras que otros la viven al ritmo que les marca el deseo. El deseo de vivir y de hacerlo a su manera. Por eso sus autobiografías son más descriptivas que explicativas, pues sus vidas no tanto se deben a los resultados u objetivos cumplidos, sino al sentido inherente al mismo proceso de vivir. Y este proceso, de uno u otro modo, lo establece siempre el deseo. Si bien el deseo rebosa incertidumbre acerca del itinerario, a muchas personas les garantiza la seguridad en cuanto a los pasos dados. Bien entendido el deseo no es una voz oscura, confusa y estúpida, sino que - en una persona madura - es luminosa, clara e inteligente. Las emociones están en la base de los deseos y de la inteligencia se dice que es emocional. Visto de este modo, el deseo se convierte en el portavoz de uno mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class=&quot;mw-redirect&quot; href=&quot;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eduard_Punset&quot; style=&quot;background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Eduard Punset&quot;&gt;Eduard Punset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;&quot;&gt;En su libro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;&quot;&gt;El alma está en el cerebro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;El amor y el deseo son las alas del espíritu de las grandes hazañas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;o&quot; style=&quot;float: right; font-size: medium; margin-left: 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=426&quot; style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot; title=&quot;Frases de Johann Wolfgang Goethe&quot;&gt;Johann Wolfgang Goethe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;Cuando alguien desea algo debe saber que corre riesgos y por eso la vida vale la pena.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;o&quot; style=&quot;float: right; font-size: medium; margin-left: 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=233&quot; style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot; title=&quot;Frases de Paulo Coelho&quot;&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.200000762939453px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/4220298188464675607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/09/deseo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/4220298188464675607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/4220298188464675607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/09/deseo.html' title='DESEO'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHfVExip223UEVZ0H0pr4HOISSfMDkGama9yQx4fXhQ2QjY_NXL-Q7etAH3gUZwDtOol4DQunIlsLoBbgxVO0ufeyoQYWjeQH15KH9GNwg1blNFXxDehar8V1aprdwgAPm1a11dtkBjiU/s72-c/diente+de+leon.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-8155930308412088526</id><published>2012-09-06T08:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-06T09:20:01.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELICIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;q&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; background-image: url(http://www.proverbia.net/images/separador.gif); background-position: 50% 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; padding: 20px 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aOyuhNtmgrYFuGJxKuDo1i0gqUDBXxxaO7Sb-qbjckpj1QOHjSk2KZ2t1EDtodlDGU232oOLdStUB2du4LwZSuSZSZMuF7wXmXGN7vfXxrm5j8oZ-rLNH3vE5_nBbpXwNW6OYBgIHSs/s1600/DSC_0225.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;425&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aOyuhNtmgrYFuGJxKuDo1i0gqUDBXxxaO7Sb-qbjckpj1QOHjSk2KZ2t1EDtodlDGU232oOLdStUB2du4LwZSuSZSZMuF7wXmXGN7vfXxrm5j8oZ-rLNH3vE5_nBbpXwNW6OYBgIHSs/s640/DSC_0225.JPG&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;t&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 5px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;No se debe buscar únicamente la felicidad tras la consecución de grandes logros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se debe procurar la felicidad cada día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Cada momento, una conversación, un pequeño logro, todas son opciones válidas para obtener una buena dosis de felicidad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;t&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 5px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;La felicidad humana generalmente no se logra con grandes golpes de suerte, que pueden ocurrir pocas veces, sino con pequeñas cosas que ocurren todos los días.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;t&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 5px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;Benjamín Franklin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;t&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 5px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;t&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 5px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;uscamos la felicidad, pero sin saber dónde, como los borrachos buscan su casa, sabiendo que tienen una.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Voltaire, François Marie Arouet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;La felicidad no es un ideal de la razón, sino de la imaginación.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kant, Inmanuel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Los hombres olvidan siempre que la felicidad humana es una disposición de la mente y no una condición de las circunstancias.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Locke, John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/8155930308412088526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/09/felicidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/8155930308412088526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/8155930308412088526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/09/felicidad.html' title='FELICIDAD'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aOyuhNtmgrYFuGJxKuDo1i0gqUDBXxxaO7Sb-qbjckpj1QOHjSk2KZ2t1EDtodlDGU232oOLdStUB2du4LwZSuSZSZMuF7wXmXGN7vfXxrm5j8oZ-rLNH3vE5_nBbpXwNW6OYBgIHSs/s72-c/DSC_0225.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-7860186095109716221</id><published>2012-08-30T09:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-31T02:23:09.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECUERDOS</title><content type='html'>Nunca hagas caso a la frase: &quot;El tiempo todo lo cura&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
El tiempo puede restañar las heridas pero no evita los recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
El recuerdo es volver a vivir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Revivir experiencias, sentimientos y algunos aunque llenos de amor provocan enorme dolor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Una canción, un perfume, un lugar... Y todo vuelve.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7seCdPFNxjqfKJ8aRr8vT3oVqDqvK36xA_3vJNBql3WnRVDmui_rJp4mpwwtb21uxiThpeaLjTFhH4ZmmEkoIc9SdeZm7jBlL6cxOoa1UeuibRJQAh9rzi2v27WN5DGmolXiiqJiz3Q/s1600/recuerdos-de-ninos.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;257&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7seCdPFNxjqfKJ8aRr8vT3oVqDqvK36xA_3vJNBql3WnRVDmui_rJp4mpwwtb21uxiThpeaLjTFhH4ZmmEkoIc9SdeZm7jBlL6cxOoa1UeuibRJQAh9rzi2v27WN5DGmolXiiqJiz3Q/s320/recuerdos-de-ninos.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;t&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 5px;&quot;&gt;
La vida sería imposible si todo se recordase. El secreto está en saber elegir lo que debe olvidarse.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;o&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; float: right; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #b4a7d6;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=1094&quot; style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot; title=&quot;Frases de Roger Martin du Gard&quot;&gt;Roger Martin du Gard&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(1881-1958) Escritor francés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;t&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 5px;&quot;&gt;
¿Por qué volvéis a la memoria mía,&lt;br /&gt;
tristes recuerdos del placer perdido...?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;o&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; float: right; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #b4a7d6;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=1427&quot; style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot; title=&quot;Frases de José de Espronceda&quot;&gt;José de Espronceda&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(1808-1842) Poeta español.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Poder disfrutar de los recuerdos de la vida es vivir dos veces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;o&quot; style=&quot;float: right; font-size: medium; margin-left: 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=4821&quot; style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot; title=&quot;Enviar frase&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Enviar frase&quot; src=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/images/ic_email_2.gif&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px 0px 5px 10px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #b4a7d6;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=630&quot; style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot; title=&quot;Frases de Marco Valerio Marcial&quot;&gt;Marco Valerio Marcial&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(40-104) Poeta latino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/7860186095109716221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/08/recuerdos.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/7860186095109716221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/7860186095109716221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2012/08/recuerdos.html' title='RECUERDOS'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7seCdPFNxjqfKJ8aRr8vT3oVqDqvK36xA_3vJNBql3WnRVDmui_rJp4mpwwtb21uxiThpeaLjTFhH4ZmmEkoIc9SdeZm7jBlL6cxOoa1UeuibRJQAh9rzi2v27WN5DGmolXiiqJiz3Q/s72-c/recuerdos-de-ninos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-4397114884015075126</id><published>2011-02-28T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:09:47.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRACIAS</title><content type='html'>Después de pasar mucho tiempo de duro trabajo y&lt;br /&gt;
estudiando hasta que el cuerpo me permite,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;he conseguido salir de mi concha por unas horas y&lt;br /&gt;
me he sentido obligado a reflexionar en la ayuda que un esfuerzo colectivo&lt;br /&gt;
puede prestar a aliviar el dolor, a reducir la inseguridad de muchos&lt;br /&gt;
y apoyar una causa de todos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quiero agradecer la posibilidad que me ha dado&lt;br /&gt;
la vida de colaborar en una gran acción colectiva&lt;br /&gt;
como lo ha sido el Concierto Contra el Cancer del pasado sábado.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Además del esfuerzo que he podido aportar,&lt;br /&gt;
agradezco las inestimables enseñanzas de personas&lt;br /&gt;
como Yolanda y Octavio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zxJBZ54tIa_0xRtksp0Ze4w5IaCttBvtfRDQhmG7jgDEnGsktDo3KjOlmBNNDpE1efGyfmFNYuJoMxhxJ0RYMP9SgqhyCvNZt1WycfBYbyersTmueNpOuTKCzBdat0Xhksg2ej6O2Do/s1600/5.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zxJBZ54tIa_0xRtksp0Ze4w5IaCttBvtfRDQhmG7jgDEnGsktDo3KjOlmBNNDpE1efGyfmFNYuJoMxhxJ0RYMP9SgqhyCvNZt1WycfBYbyersTmueNpOuTKCzBdat0Xhksg2ej6O2Do/s320/5.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Enormes seres humanos con una fuerza interior inagotable,&lt;br /&gt;
llenos de pasión por su trabajo y siempre en busca de la perfección&lt;br /&gt;
para ofrecerla a los demás.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gracias de nuevo. Una experiencia inolvidable para mí y los mios.&lt;br /&gt;
Os quedais en mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.yolandamarin.com&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.octaviojpeidro.com</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/4397114884015075126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2011/02/gracias.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/4397114884015075126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/4397114884015075126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2011/02/gracias.html' title='GRACIAS'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zxJBZ54tIa_0xRtksp0Ze4w5IaCttBvtfRDQhmG7jgDEnGsktDo3KjOlmBNNDpE1efGyfmFNYuJoMxhxJ0RYMP9SgqhyCvNZt1WycfBYbyersTmueNpOuTKCzBdat0Xhksg2ej6O2Do/s72-c/5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-4596050271536149717</id><published>2011-01-14T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-07-26T16:34:27.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Quizá el amor es simplemente esto...&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik1dv-JibKFpv284UA85xldDBvsr1MENvB0tAKsYWH_XEO1Y5hNkZ9b7-C2taz2t3aHd6jJkSg0U8OmR_RxX5T76uGgP0AT-eXOtNspJAIGHKPF-spTH0aWQ6qbIG8MiNN1R_P9_UenKA/s1600/related.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik1dv-JibKFpv284UA85xldDBvsr1MENvB0tAKsYWH_XEO1Y5hNkZ9b7-C2taz2t3aHd6jJkSg0U8OmR_RxX5T76uGgP0AT-eXOtNspJAIGHKPF-spTH0aWQ6qbIG8MiNN1R_P9_UenKA/s1600/related.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #85a6bc; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Quizá el amor es simplemente esto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #85a6bc; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quizá el amor es simplemente esto: &lt;br /&gt;
entregar una mano a otras dos manos,    &lt;br /&gt;
olfatear una dorada nuca&lt;br /&gt;
y sentir que otro cuerpo nos responde en silencio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
El grito y el dolor se pierden, dejan&lt;br /&gt;
sólo las huellas de sus negros rebaños,&lt;br /&gt;
y nada más nos queda este presente eterno&lt;br /&gt;
de renovarse entre unos brazos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maquina la frente tortuosos caminos&lt;br /&gt;
y el corazón con frecuencia se confunde,&lt;br /&gt;
mientras las manos, en su sencillo oficio,&lt;br /&gt;
torpes y humildes siempre aciertan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
En medio de la noche alza su queja&lt;br /&gt;
el desamado, y a las estrellas mezcla&lt;br /&gt;
en su triste destino.&lt;br /&gt;
Cuando exhausto baja los ojos, ve otros ojos&lt;br /&gt;
que infantiles se miran en los suyos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quizá el amor sea simplemente eso:&lt;br /&gt;
el gesto de acercarse y olvidarse.&lt;br /&gt;
Cada uno permanece siendo él mismo,&lt;br /&gt;
pero hay dos cuerpos que se funden.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Qué locura querer forzar un pecho&lt;br /&gt;
o una boca sellada.&lt;br /&gt;
Cerca del ofuscado, su caricia otro pecho exige,&lt;br /&gt;
otros labios, su beso,&lt;br /&gt;
su natural deleite otra criatura.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
De madrugada, junto al frío,&lt;br /&gt;
el insomne contempla sus inusadas manos:&lt;br /&gt;
piensa orgulloso que todo allí termina;&lt;br /&gt;
por sus sienes las lágrimas resbalan...&lt;br /&gt;
Y sin embargo, el amor quizá sea sólo esto:&lt;br /&gt;
olvidarse del llanto, dar de beber con gozo&lt;br /&gt;
a la boca que nos da, gozosa, su agua;&lt;br /&gt;
resignarse a la paz inocente del tigre;&lt;br /&gt;
dormirse junto a un cuerpo que se duerme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #85a6bc; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Antonio Gala. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/4596050271536149717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2011/01/quiza-el-amor-es-simplemente-esto.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/4596050271536149717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/4596050271536149717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2011/01/quiza-el-amor-es-simplemente-esto.html' title='&quot;Quizá el amor es simplemente esto...&quot;'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik1dv-JibKFpv284UA85xldDBvsr1MENvB0tAKsYWH_XEO1Y5hNkZ9b7-C2taz2t3aHd6jJkSg0U8OmR_RxX5T76uGgP0AT-eXOtNspJAIGHKPF-spTH0aWQ6qbIG8MiNN1R_P9_UenKA/s72-c/related.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-2288129296341230097</id><published>2010-12-17T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:44:35.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMBNXbI72KEItwUfXRxSK5T9kG9kOWGjB_9Fv8SlHdxKTAC5AvcWMWo00krpMX1X73B1fgF18eoy68PauRMEofDhyphenhyphenCBnG5yBowTsCuon9CuoNmgj53rNQzx8dF8-O1H2MnURxTNobYJU/s1600/amor.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;249&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMBNXbI72KEItwUfXRxSK5T9kG9kOWGjB_9Fv8SlHdxKTAC5AvcWMWo00krpMX1X73B1fgF18eoy68PauRMEofDhyphenhyphenCBnG5yBowTsCuon9CuoNmgj53rNQzx8dF8-O1H2MnURxTNobYJU/s320/amor.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Jamás un sentimiento puede llenarte tanto y hacerte sentir tan vacío como lo hace el amor. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Ama hasta que te duela. Si te duele es buena señal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=971&quot; title=&quot;Frases de Madre Teresa de Calcuta&quot;&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcuta&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;(1910-1997) Misionera yugoslava nacionalizada india.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No olvides nunca que el primer beso no se da con la boca, sino con los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=91&quot; title=&quot;Frases de O. K. Bernhardt&quot;&gt;O. K. Bernhardt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escritor alemán&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Uno está enamorado cuando se da cuenta de que otra persona es única.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=107&quot; title=&quot;Frases de Jorge Luis Borges&quot;&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;(1899-1986) Escritor argentino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;q&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;t&quot;&gt;Por una mirada, un mundo; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;t&quot;&gt;por una sonrisa, un cielo; &lt;br /&gt;
por un beso... yo no sé &lt;br /&gt;
qué te diera por un beso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=78&quot; title=&quot;Frases de Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer&quot;&gt;Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer&lt;/a&gt; (1836-1870) Poeta español.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;a&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/2288129296341230097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/2288129296341230097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/2288129296341230097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/12/amor.html' title='AMOR'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMBNXbI72KEItwUfXRxSK5T9kG9kOWGjB_9Fv8SlHdxKTAC5AvcWMWo00krpMX1X73B1fgF18eoy68PauRMEofDhyphenhyphenCBnG5yBowTsCuon9CuoNmgj53rNQzx8dF8-O1H2MnURxTNobYJU/s72-c/amor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-7313355839945970341</id><published>2010-11-30T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T05:12:45.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDAS</title><content type='html'>NO EXISTE UN CAMINO MAS DURO QUE EL QUE ESTÁ SEMBRADO DE DUDAS.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZWtLOqO4CSlk86Hrdc0ng-R3Cuua8cq68eEXBHNrWfGRpLTUBOF6epspoJm-zVPaFwPaHDo8MzCJ52gaKu9zp7zJc6o3TgwJ2TD3aAjddDh2Q8FQEoTzKq7d5G7mniMK9LvvchhErUY/s1600/dsc_3328_dudas.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZWtLOqO4CSlk86Hrdc0ng-R3Cuua8cq68eEXBHNrWfGRpLTUBOF6epspoJm-zVPaFwPaHDo8MzCJ52gaKu9zp7zJc6o3TgwJ2TD3aAjddDh2Q8FQEoTzKq7d5G7mniMK9LvvchhErUY/s320/dsc_3328_dudas.jpg&quot; width=&quot;251&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;cita&quot;&gt;&quot;La falta de conocimiento y de saber desconcierta, creándonos un estado de duda.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;cita&quot;&gt;&quot;La duda me da la certeza que mi pensamiento es libre.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;cita&quot;&gt;&quot;Ni el odio ni el amor traen el dolor, esa carga la lleva la duda.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Si dudas al principio, duda otra vez.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Si hay dudas se desgasta la relación y termina por generar rencores,  aclara las dudas y no permitas que se adueñen de tu relación, recuerda  que las bases de una relación son amor, confianza y comunicación.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;El dia que no haya dudas sera el dia  en el que encuentres una persona  que te guste en general, no por algo en concreto, es decir que te guste  el conjunto, en esos casos no hay dudas.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Amor y dudar nunca pueden ir de la mano, de todos modos muchas personas creen sentir amor donde en realidad no hay nada.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;cita&quot;&gt;&quot;La confusión es un estado mental, se cree que su origen es la duda, cuando verdaderamente proviene del miedo.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;cita&quot;&gt;&quot;En el amor no existen dudas ni confusiones, solo existe amor.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;float: left; width: 530px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;float: left; width: 530px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;div_cita&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;cita&quot;&gt;&quot;Los grandes conocimientos engendran las grandes dudas.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div id=&quot;autor&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;autor_home&quot; href=&quot;http://www.sabidurias.com/autor/aristteles/es/2499&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Si dudas de mi amor, dame una puñalada y en cada gota de sangre verás tu imagen grabada.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/7313355839945970341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/dudas.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/7313355839945970341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/7313355839945970341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/dudas.html' title='DUDAS'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZWtLOqO4CSlk86Hrdc0ng-R3Cuua8cq68eEXBHNrWfGRpLTUBOF6epspoJm-zVPaFwPaHDo8MzCJ52gaKu9zp7zJc6o3TgwJ2TD3aAjddDh2Q8FQEoTzKq7d5G7mniMK9LvvchhErUY/s72-c/dsc_3328_dudas.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-5822452875594942059</id><published>2010-11-22T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:45:24.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECONCILIACIÓN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2XmVqOz-UqS9-8YBr26CbLb2-XnwIVNmfFjbR2AWo4Zrih9yM0UPnGITF7gTIGgDgTCwjH3Msybkg4SZmMT4gssJ7l4VW15rOaPqu3d0InFJPOkO9z3BAFDKT2bFg1Ls3-O16WiZKLY/s1600/Henri+de+Toulouse-Lautrec+-+In+Bed_+The+Kiss.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;238&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2XmVqOz-UqS9-8YBr26CbLb2-XnwIVNmfFjbR2AWo4Zrih9yM0UPnGITF7gTIGgDgTCwjH3Msybkg4SZmMT4gssJ7l4VW15rOaPqu3d0InFJPOkO9z3BAFDKT2bFg1Ls3-O16WiZKLY/s320/Henri+de+Toulouse-Lautrec+-+In+Bed_+The+Kiss.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Necesito de la dulce penitencia después de la pelea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;La reconciliación es el sacramento administrado por la Iglesia Católica mediante el cual los cristianos reciben el perdón de Dios por sus pecados. También suele llamársele confesión o penitencia en referencia a unos de sus pasos.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&quot;Hay quien dice que las peleas son la sal de las relaciones amorosas, y  la reconciliación el momento más dulce. Pero si el reencuentro tarda en  producirse pueden afirmarse ciertos sentimientos negativos, que luegos  resultará más difícil superar.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/5822452875594942059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/reconciliacion.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/5822452875594942059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/5822452875594942059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/reconciliacion.html' title='RECONCILIACIÓN'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2XmVqOz-UqS9-8YBr26CbLb2-XnwIVNmfFjbR2AWo4Zrih9yM0UPnGITF7gTIGgDgTCwjH3Msybkg4SZmMT4gssJ7l4VW15rOaPqu3d0InFJPOkO9z3BAFDKT2bFg1Ls3-O16WiZKLY/s72-c/Henri+de+Toulouse-Lautrec+-+In+Bed_+The+Kiss.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-2052526925245066109</id><published>2010-11-15T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:15:44.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASADO-PRESENTE-FUTURO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFx-BH4PlwcPX5eh1nDa00LIOW003p-JGQzKOuCCrz5XMCK9XsCPga6TshXDeHMaFt3DE1-0ecLuKtJWluC_Q3mgh2NUfMzLfJsM37DPEsckGaNDlx_hHhElXSYOT2sH4lSA4JRQKUPM/s1600/pasado.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFx-BH4PlwcPX5eh1nDa00LIOW003p-JGQzKOuCCrz5XMCK9XsCPga6TshXDeHMaFt3DE1-0ecLuKtJWluC_Q3mgh2NUfMzLfJsM37DPEsckGaNDlx_hHhElXSYOT2sH4lSA4JRQKUPM/s1600/pasado.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cuando he vivido en el presente sin tener un deseo no tenía un futuro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cuando no he disfrutado hoy para hacerlo mañana no he tenido un presente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cuando he renegado de mi pasado.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Da miedo pensar que en algún momento de mi vida simplemente no he existido.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
El pasado mejora mi presente y me prepara para el futuro. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xg3vE8Ie_E&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#%21&quot;&gt;Me parece perfecta para el tema, escuchala&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/2052526925245066109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/pasado-presente-futuro.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/2052526925245066109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/2052526925245066109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/pasado-presente-futuro.html' title='PASADO-PRESENTE-FUTURO'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFx-BH4PlwcPX5eh1nDa00LIOW003p-JGQzKOuCCrz5XMCK9XsCPga6TshXDeHMaFt3DE1-0ecLuKtJWluC_Q3mgh2NUfMzLfJsM37DPEsckGaNDlx_hHhElXSYOT2sH4lSA4JRQKUPM/s72-c/pasado.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-9128147118466279701</id><published>2010-11-10T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:19:52.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BESOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-G38jHDiVbdK23zLe3yboKdKjokUWWWFZwV1iy8dEKtwNEfzYEk7ebMLDF0x1oNoM-jnilMWWYG5TOyjs3sJDMPIiaMA1tk5gR1g3hGbRHgL_CcMFeRCKtJiqh47hidh10IJJwfkddAo/s1600/y-si-te-como-a-besos.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;236&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-G38jHDiVbdK23zLe3yboKdKjokUWWWFZwV1iy8dEKtwNEfzYEk7ebMLDF0x1oNoM-jnilMWWYG5TOyjs3sJDMPIiaMA1tk5gR1g3hGbRHgL_CcMFeRCKtJiqh47hidh10IJJwfkddAo/s320/y-si-te-como-a-besos.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Que gran misterio el de los besos cuando uno no ha besado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;No preguntas por verguenza a reconocer tu inexperiencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;¿Cuando llega el momento del primer beso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Nadie te ha dicho cuando es el&amp;nbsp; momento pero tu te lanzas y vives una experiencia que no puedes contar con palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Recuerdo mi primer beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; pero sobre todo..... TUS BESOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Los besos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cuando  uno no besaba, un beso era algo inexplicable, redundante y misterioso.  Algo revisitado constantemente: Uno no besaba pero sabía todo acerca de  los besos. Lengua dura o lengua blanda, boca abierta, boca cerrada. Los  besos son algo que en nuestra primera adolescencia podemos dar lección  (oral, claro) sin haber hecho un sólo trabajo práctico.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;post-footer-line post-footer-line-1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;post-author vcard&quot;&gt; Publicado por &lt;span class=&quot;fn&quot;&gt;Mariano Feuer&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;post-timestamp&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;star-ratings&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;post-backlinks post-comment-link&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;post-icons&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;item-action&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=5765472&amp;amp;postID=116074785102825254&quot; title=&quot;Enviar entrada por correo electrónico&quot;&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/9128147118466279701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/besos.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/9128147118466279701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/9128147118466279701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/besos.html' title='BESOS'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-G38jHDiVbdK23zLe3yboKdKjokUWWWFZwV1iy8dEKtwNEfzYEk7ebMLDF0x1oNoM-jnilMWWYG5TOyjs3sJDMPIiaMA1tk5gR1g3hGbRHgL_CcMFeRCKtJiqh47hidh10IJJwfkddAo/s72-c/y-si-te-como-a-besos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-5427751290959943507</id><published>2010-11-08T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:52:14.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AROMAS MUSICALES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRUltc0dxwvRUKJqbm2mtv09cnFd2P2svP-zqJNBen0UndNZYVO846F2zr5m3hT-4tscUC_7B4khdgfA8J74u4oIavEm3ioHY34R8WcxOboFEIrOwImpOyqCiyPyhGEMK2l753EnDCIk/s1600/musica.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRUltc0dxwvRUKJqbm2mtv09cnFd2P2svP-zqJNBen0UndNZYVO846F2zr5m3hT-4tscUC_7B4khdgfA8J74u4oIavEm3ioHY34R8WcxOboFEIrOwImpOyqCiyPyhGEMK2l753EnDCIk/s1600/musica.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Que profundas pueden llegar a ser las emociones acompañadas con aromas o melodías.&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQoYeMAS5qo&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
La huella siempre será más intensa e indeleble &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Siempre que la escuchemos o percibamos de nuevo el perfume, la experiencia volverá a nosotros llena de detalles y cargada de emociones.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tengo que retomar mi ilusión por tocar la guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Para los griegos, todo lo bello, armonioso, proporcionado y estético era  bueno y por ende de origen divino, así que a nadie puede extrañarle que  atribuyeran a sus Dioses el regalo de los perfumes y los ungüentos...  La rosa, antes blanca y sin olor, adquirió su color rojo el día que &lt;a href=&quot;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venus&quot; title=&quot;Venus&quot;&gt;Venus&lt;/a&gt; se clavó una espina y derramó su sangre sobre ella. Y se volvió fragante al recibir un beso de &lt;a href=&quot;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cupido&quot; title=&quot;Cupido&quot;&gt;Cupido&lt;/a&gt;.  En otra ocasión en la que Venus huía de unos malvados sátiros, se  escondió detrás de unas matas de mirto y en agradecimiento por no haber  sido vista, le dio a los mirtos su fragancia tan característica. Los  Dioses castigaron a &lt;a href=&quot;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esmirna&quot; title=&quot;Esmirna&quot;&gt;Esmirna&lt;/a&gt;  por su terrible pecado convirtiéndola en un árbol común y corriente,  pero al verla llorar se conmovieron y la mutaron en árbol de mirra que  llora resinas aromáticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;La música, como toda manifestación artística, es un &lt;a href=&quot;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultura&quot; title=&quot;Cultura&quot;&gt;producto cultural&lt;/a&gt;. El fin de este arte es suscitar una experiencia &lt;a href=&quot;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Est%C3%A9tica&quot; title=&quot;Estética&quot;&gt;estética&lt;/a&gt; en el oyente, y expresar sentimientos, circunstancias, pensamientos o ideas. La música es un &lt;a href=&quot;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Est%C3%ADmulo&quot; title=&quot;Estímulo&quot;&gt;estímulo&lt;/a&gt;  que afecta el campo perceptivo del individuo; así, el flujo sonoro  puede cumplir con variadas funciones (entretenimiento, comunicación,  ambientación, etc.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&quot;El arte de la música es el que más cercano se halla de las lágrimas y los recuerdos.&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://es.wikiquote.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde&quot; style=&quot;color: black; font-family: inherit;&quot; title=&quot;Oscar Wilde&quot;&gt;Oscar Wilde&quot;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&quot;La música empieza donde se acaba el lenguaje&quot;&lt;a class=&quot;new&quot; href=&quot;http://es.wikiquote.org/w/index.php?title=Ernst_Theodor_Amadeus_Hoffmann&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1&quot; title=&quot;Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann (página no existe)&quot;&gt;Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQoYeMAS5qo&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQoYeMAS5qo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRUltc0dxwvRUKJqbm2mtv09cnFd2P2svP-zqJNBen0UndNZYVO846F2zr5m3hT-4tscUC_7B4khdgfA8J74u4oIavEm3ioHY34R8WcxOboFEIrOwImpOyqCiyPyhGEMK2l753EnDCIk/s1600/musica.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/5427751290959943507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/aromas-musicales.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/5427751290959943507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/5427751290959943507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/aromas-musicales.html' title='AROMAS MUSICALES'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRUltc0dxwvRUKJqbm2mtv09cnFd2P2svP-zqJNBen0UndNZYVO846F2zr5m3hT-4tscUC_7B4khdgfA8J74u4oIavEm3ioHY34R8WcxOboFEIrOwImpOyqCiyPyhGEMK2l753EnDCIk/s72-c/musica.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-3071882111010627997</id><published>2010-11-01T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-30T09:27:35.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRECER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpWyWObCM1VAGgSPxD1WwBBfseVWkLhVjoYK-q_XP07flifevY1eHeiL9EcRkRaeF-TTvZnpa5HgVkr-PmrZ1YqQpcZiDmyJe9MWivrjeBbaAvKtAITmADJGb-mIbbCWnqv0HJxT9O7w/s1600/textura-crecer-hojas-verdes-fondo-blanco_3142964.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpWyWObCM1VAGgSPxD1WwBBfseVWkLhVjoYK-q_XP07flifevY1eHeiL9EcRkRaeF-TTvZnpa5HgVkr-PmrZ1YqQpcZiDmyJe9MWivrjeBbaAvKtAITmADJGb-mIbbCWnqv0HJxT9O7w/s320/textura-crecer-hojas-verdes-fondo-blanco_3142964.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Ya tenemos una edad....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cuantas veces he oído esta frase últimamente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Es evidente que el cuerpo deja de crecer y envejece&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
¿Que has decidido hacer con tu mente? Ya ha crecido suficiente... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No voy a resignarme a mi condición natural, quiero seguir creciendo... Desde dentro.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/3071882111010627997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/crecer.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/3071882111010627997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/3071882111010627997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/11/crecer.html' title='CRECER.'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpWyWObCM1VAGgSPxD1WwBBfseVWkLhVjoYK-q_XP07flifevY1eHeiL9EcRkRaeF-TTvZnpa5HgVkr-PmrZ1YqQpcZiDmyJe9MWivrjeBbaAvKtAITmADJGb-mIbbCWnqv0HJxT9O7w/s72-c/textura-crecer-hojas-verdes-fondo-blanco_3142964.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-5072236535964264815</id><published>2010-10-27T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:12:40.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivos para odiar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRGN8jpe91bVVhmsqecdm-BqKgbpnljhW5qbqYL1pnMuPcgRLspD0vVC-5QewUFaRyr1pC13MCj6iglqfsj827TItzjQvFj8EvktXLdwe8OgU75Beu4fJjzYNuFFgkZIQFurbvsOyhVXM/s1600/amor-odio.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;235&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRGN8jpe91bVVhmsqecdm-BqKgbpnljhW5qbqYL1pnMuPcgRLspD0vVC-5QewUFaRyr1pC13MCj6iglqfsj827TItzjQvFj8EvktXLdwe8OgU75Beu4fJjzYNuFFgkZIQFurbvsOyhVXM/s320/amor-odio.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot;&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot;&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Imagino que de alguna forma se puede eliminar el odio por acción u omisión.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Me enamoraría de una sociedad sin odio.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Sería un lugar maravilloso para educar a nuestros hijos.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Empecemos hoy. &lt;/h3&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/5072236535964264815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/motivos-para-odiar.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/5072236535964264815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/5072236535964264815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/motivos-para-odiar.html' title='Motivos para odiar.'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRGN8jpe91bVVhmsqecdm-BqKgbpnljhW5qbqYL1pnMuPcgRLspD0vVC-5QewUFaRyr1pC13MCj6iglqfsj827TItzjQvFj8EvktXLdwe8OgU75Beu4fJjzYNuFFgkZIQFurbvsOyhVXM/s72-c/amor-odio.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-3376623083161414563</id><published>2010-10-24T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:52:57.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6R-1P2fYCbZl1TvYcdeZWYYuvZ9anIS2oHmYeEqmdV3Lq23Ng2FfiuBJkHW7rOhEXiRs2ocAMHb3T68N2dchoV96XzNT9g8kmo-n0WbOkZs20c4nYf39V4KGk6P9qfEjfdfvQ28-ic_o/s1600/corazon-de-nube.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6R-1P2fYCbZl1TvYcdeZWYYuvZ9anIS2oHmYeEqmdV3Lq23Ng2FfiuBJkHW7rOhEXiRs2ocAMHb3T68N2dchoV96XzNT9g8kmo-n0WbOkZs20c4nYf39V4KGk6P9qfEjfdfvQ28-ic_o/s200/corazon-de-nube.jpg&quot; width=&quot;198&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lo adaptamos para sobrevivir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pero cuando llega no nos deja vivir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que sientieron Romeo y Julieta para llegar a morir?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quizá el miedo de no poder vivir su amor?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/3376623083161414563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/miedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/3376623083161414563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/3376623083161414563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/miedo.html' title='Miedo'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6R-1P2fYCbZl1TvYcdeZWYYuvZ9anIS2oHmYeEqmdV3Lq23Ng2FfiuBJkHW7rOhEXiRs2ocAMHb3T68N2dchoV96XzNT9g8kmo-n0WbOkZs20c4nYf39V4KGk6P9qfEjfdfvQ28-ic_o/s72-c/corazon-de-nube.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-6690965547180754167</id><published>2010-10-20T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:30:58.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidad o Imagen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA61xazXFe2U7J54xCYFXusseTwZGiMTqEnRs0GfoDGkapvPvVNJLpMrA83vompEZBfwJ7K81e8UWZTh0rEJGqGjWa6ncXJY64PFVUMs6cPAytcUihIFT-BFwpwuHyuS8t9h9Te73upQs/s1600/caleido.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA61xazXFe2U7J54xCYFXusseTwZGiMTqEnRs0GfoDGkapvPvVNJLpMrA83vompEZBfwJ7K81e8UWZTh0rEJGqGjWa6ncXJY64PFVUMs6cPAytcUihIFT-BFwpwuHyuS8t9h9Te73upQs/s320/caleido.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Origen de una discusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
El fondo de un caleidoscopio nos regala infinitas intepretaciones de la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me pregunto si mi cerebro no hará lo mismo y de forma caprichosa me obliga a interpretar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pero ¿Y si a ti tu cerebro te hace lo mismo?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
¿Podríamos llegar a pensar exactamente igual de las mismas cosas?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Sería un fantástico ejercicio de responsabilidad.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/6690965547180754167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/realidad-o-imagen.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/6690965547180754167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/6690965547180754167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/realidad-o-imagen.html' title='Realidad o Imagen'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA61xazXFe2U7J54xCYFXusseTwZGiMTqEnRs0GfoDGkapvPvVNJLpMrA83vompEZBfwJ7K81e8UWZTh0rEJGqGjWa6ncXJY64PFVUMs6cPAytcUihIFT-BFwpwuHyuS8t9h9Te73upQs/s72-c/caleido.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-1765517868442759246</id><published>2010-10-18T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:42:33.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un café?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0HzUdnuTB5OiVIhv9x-ZOh_vucyVWESA2ucmL4iNVNX3s-YVCa7mvvrHwSkbn_CfLqrmwCm7ncBPH5PJWl75UeJHumPD3sCIOT30h2l1CPlO8FlvkpudX_4BV_oAxCvDjcFKyHlrnI0/s1600/IMG00040-20100420-1611.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0HzUdnuTB5OiVIhv9x-ZOh_vucyVWESA2ucmL4iNVNX3s-YVCa7mvvrHwSkbn_CfLqrmwCm7ncBPH5PJWl75UeJHumPD3sCIOT30h2l1CPlO8FlvkpudX_4BV_oAxCvDjcFKyHlrnI0/s200/IMG00040-20100420-1611.jpg&quot; width=&quot;185&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Tomamos un café?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Quien no ha utilizado alguna vez estas palabras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Son palabras que incitan a conversar entre amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Me aficioné al café en mi epoca de estudiante y no fué para estudiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Lo tomabamos en la máquina, en el bar, en el pub.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Ahora que lo pienso, nunca lo tomé para estudiar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_ueJ_i8dj25TrQIx2Gp1YnNvtMz2gXPKJZk0CkeYu4ec2wcwBWH-s8d6Rd3YQC7GIqueHrkLDgwzLmI7nZvGcWdMp1jrE-0vA_KI25PPSHe6Y1Dhvqq0qcEGLMSG7fUrbbtpxvxf7ro/s1600/IMG00272-20101016-1622.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/1765517868442759246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/un-cafe.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/1765517868442759246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/1765517868442759246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/un-cafe.html' title='Un café?'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0HzUdnuTB5OiVIhv9x-ZOh_vucyVWESA2ucmL4iNVNX3s-YVCa7mvvrHwSkbn_CfLqrmwCm7ncBPH5PJWl75UeJHumPD3sCIOT30h2l1CPlO8FlvkpudX_4BV_oAxCvDjcFKyHlrnI0/s72-c/IMG00040-20100420-1611.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039543719213301687.post-6128194890801922851</id><published>2010-10-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T14:01:31.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESEOS Y LAMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHU_5UjVlDEzzB7rFMKMWe_CgEqU1VpdVAv4YsEGNbRwwFUNkWcnftMlBy-JVD3Nw0fq06QpAVcWaOYRNrLbC6Bq-WsPyOVHa1dnEz7LbPAcSQJu8E1iXu5EX9GC8qLxLDfi_Xm-xltgQ/s1600/IMG00230-20101012-1140.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHU_5UjVlDEzzB7rFMKMWe_CgEqU1VpdVAv4YsEGNbRwwFUNkWcnftMlBy-JVD3Nw0fq06QpAVcWaOYRNrLbC6Bq-WsPyOVHa1dnEz7LbPAcSQJu8E1iXu5EX9GC8qLxLDfi_Xm-xltgQ/s400/IMG00230-20101012-1140.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deseo que cuando mire en el espejo y la imagen que me devuelva sea la de un anciano, nunca pueda lamentar no haber sido feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deseo que cuando ya no pueda más, nunca lamente mis actos.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/6128194890801922851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/deseos-y-lamentos.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/6128194890801922851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039543719213301687/posts/default/6128194890801922851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosparaunanoche.blogspot.com/2010/10/deseos-y-lamentos.html' title='DESEOS Y LAMENTOS'/><author><name>FELIPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03405358203216037545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHU_5UjVlDEzzB7rFMKMWe_CgEqU1VpdVAv4YsEGNbRwwFUNkWcnftMlBy-JVD3Nw0fq06QpAVcWaOYRNrLbC6Bq-WsPyOVHa1dnEz7LbPAcSQJu8E1iXu5EX9GC8qLxLDfi_Xm-xltgQ/s72-c/IMG00230-20101012-1140.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>