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Finalmente no enloquecí y me sentí Agradecida., ya que logró inconcientemente distraerme del dolor.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://loscuentosdeadelinda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://loscuentosdeadelinda.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Fiorella Parodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588471146972261614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oS2ZeXaYkrQ/SL7iMwbvyqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/UyfcDqrTRnk/S220/Fio+Sepia+copia.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LosCuentosDeAdelinda" /><feedburner:info uri="loscuentosdeadelinda" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QAR3s5cSp7ImA9Wx9WEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18692423.post-7147213960753239283</id><published>2011-01-16T05:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T05:55:46.529-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-16T05:55:46.529-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conch stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Niños" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Historias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Autor: Fiorella_Parodi_Solari" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cuentos 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escargot stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historias de caracoles" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inéditos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011 tales" /><title>"QUE TAL CONCHA LA MIA" - Versión I</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oS2ZeXaYkrQ/TTLLXP7T7UI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6Qe5YgJIIPU/s1600/Conchudo+El+Caracol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oS2ZeXaYkrQ/TTLLXP7T7UI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6Qe5YgJIIPU/s320/Conchudo+El+Caracol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Diseño Fiorella Parodi- Parcial del Mural hecho para:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;©&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;El Caracolero del Arriero - Granja Interactiva-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;abía una vez, un caracol, que perdió su concha por querer tomar demasiada agua del estanque, pasaron los humanos y lo pisaron dejándolo así, sin su protección. Se arrastraba lenta y casi agónicamente día a día mientras trataba de vivir- mejor dicho sobrevivir-Casi al borde de morir, sin mucho que hacer intentaba aprender a silbar para mitigar el dolor físico y emocional que sentía de ya No Ser como los demás -Un caracol Conchudo y robusto- Silbando poco a poco, tarde tras tarde, solo frente al agua, con la cabeza gacha, empezó a descubrir lo que significaba entonar pequeños acordes, -fuuii--fuii-uuiii- mientras observaba su tragedia en el reflejo del agua" muy apenado, se reflejaba en el estanque mientras silbaba, silbaba y silbaba lo repetía tanto para no pensar en lo que el agua reflejaba.."fuuiii, fuiiiii,, fuiiii fuiiii.." &amp;nbsp;terminaba extasiado de oír sus cambios melódicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Así día tras día hasta lograr una bella Armonía". Poco a poco, las tardes pasaron a ser mas musicales para Conchudo-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Lentamente el olvido sobrevino a la desdicha. Con las melodías que brotaban creativa y armónicamente Conchudo volvió a cantar, cantaba silbando. Una invasión de alegría asomó a su vida,esta cambió se volvió inspiradora para muchos Caracoles que llegaban a oírlo silbar cada tarde frente al agua. Por su concha Jamás nadie volvió a preguntar y aunque recuperado, pero aun magullado.. cambió de forma de vida, trayendo al estanque y a sus amigos la música que nadie había nunca oído..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moraleja: "Cuando la vida nos enseñe a golpes, analizar la tragedia puede ser prioritario, pero dejar cantar el alma se torna vital..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And this won't stay like this!! People like this man, that threaten people shouldn't be around steeling ID's or mails!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now, using some of my Ex-Services. "That i really enjoyed!" I think Yahoo services and the rest of users, don't deserve this! So It is important to be aware and to know, that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiorella Parodi (Myself) is not any more linked to this services: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stolen id´s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:aceiteoliva2003@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;aceiteoliva2003@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or aceiteoliva2003 (IM) or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/aceiteoliva2003"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://360.yahoo.com/aceiteoliva2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For everyone in my network of friends, I hope that some of you can help me, just being aware of it and erasing those addreses! I know someone will read this! I can't be responsible for what this person (Hacker) will do from now on with My web page , e-mail and that id! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I lost It: 16/January/2006 at 2:30 am, Hour in Lima - Peru! Please, be aware!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By, Fiorella Parodi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The real one, the unique, the one who will continue it's life!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, i still have other validated and good services in the web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But those mentioned above, are "NOT MINE ANY MORE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18692423-113780986047466380?l=loscuentosdeadelinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But, if so, this is an open book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like and an open heart, to receive your n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ew year's thoughts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Share them, enjoy the pleasure of writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enjoy also the art of sharing some thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reeive my best wishes for you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy end and best new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fiorella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18692423-113601746542044139?l=loscuentosdeadelinda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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