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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cI9b3c8kOdB_LvkYX50I-Kvjm8o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cI9b3c8kOdB_LvkYX50I-Kvjm8o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cI9b3c8kOdB_LvkYX50I-Kvjm8o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cI9b3c8kOdB_LvkYX50I-Kvjm8o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Un ser humano es una parte de un todo, al que llamamos “Universo”, una parte limitada en el tiempo y el espacio. Él experimenta por si mismo (sus pensamientos y sensaciones) como si estuvieran apartados del resto; una especie de falsa ilusión óptica producida por su consciencia. El esfuerzo necesario para liberarse a uno mismo de esta falsa ilusión es un problema que debe resolver la verdadera religión. No alimentar esta falsa ilusión, sino intentar superarla, es la única forma de alcanzar un nivel de paz mental asequible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Con mis mejores deseos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sinceramente suyo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Albert Einstein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961248843683596106-4939556091189031338?l=www.arthurocrates.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~4/3T2aZefgEgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/feeds/4939556091189031338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/11/como-decir-unas-palabras-de-condolencia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/4939556091189031338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/4939556091189031338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~3/3T2aZefgEgw/como-decir-unas-palabras-de-condolencia.html" title="Como decir unas palabras de condolencia" /><author><name>Arturo Crespo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115714820464452510735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8braKSaYJkI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD-I/sZ79wSpJ7O0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/11/como-decir-unas-palabras-de-condolencia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NSH06eSp7ImA9WhRTGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961248843683596106.post-8190439712826658144</id><published>2011-10-27T17:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:24:59.311-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T16:24:59.311-05:00</app:edited><title>No pasa nada</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tkomiZuwi6dGMkUGRKWskmYCx78/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tkomiZuwi6dGMkUGRKWskmYCx78/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tkomiZuwi6dGMkUGRKWskmYCx78/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tkomiZuwi6dGMkUGRKWskmYCx78/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pasa el tiempo, pasan las ideas... es un desastre o tal vez una bendicion del cielo que no queden aqui plasmadas. Pero como sea... en un futuro lo estaran...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961248843683596106-8190439712826658144?l=www.arthurocrates.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~4/Xypp4sXWttk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/feeds/8190439712826658144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/10/pasa-el-tiempo-pasan-las-ideas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/8190439712826658144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/8190439712826658144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~3/Xypp4sXWttk/pasa-el-tiempo-pasan-las-ideas.html" title="No pasa nada" /><author><name>Arturo Crespo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115714820464452510735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8braKSaYJkI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD-I/sZ79wSpJ7O0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/10/pasa-el-tiempo-pasan-las-ideas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCQXY-cCp7ImA9WhdQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961248843683596106.post-639827592346068033</id><published>2011-06-30T21:12:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:44:20.858-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T08:44:20.858-05:00</app:edited><title>La Genetica Crespo...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wEAv4jFmzua1Y1ZmdPl9cB19ipI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wEAv4jFmzua1Y1ZmdPl9cB19ipI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wEAv4jFmzua1Y1ZmdPl9cB19ipI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wEAv4jFmzua1Y1ZmdPl9cB19ipI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mis genes han desarrollado en tí la esencia del concepto de libertad, algo que por tantos años me tuvo divagando por el mundo, soñando, sintiendo, y percibiendo la madre naturaleza. Yo pare, o tal vez estoy en receso, lo cierto es que me alegra que continúes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Te quiere tu Padre. Wilson Crespo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961248843683596106-639827592346068033?l=www.arthurocrates.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~4/PWXJc1S6d80" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/feeds/639827592346068033/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/la-genetica-crespo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/639827592346068033?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/639827592346068033?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~3/PWXJc1S6d80/la-genetica-crespo.html" title="La Genetica Crespo..." /><author><name>Arturo Crespo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115714820464452510735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8braKSaYJkI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD-I/sZ79wSpJ7O0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/la-genetica-crespo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDQ3o4cSp7ImA9WhdQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961248843683596106.post-7334914426842973052</id><published>2011-06-30T21:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:44:32.439-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T08:44:32.439-05:00</app:edited><title>Las Fronteras Por Wilson Crespo</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OItHCfreVUyH5i2z5kYxBrEbQf4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OItHCfreVUyH5i2z5kYxBrEbQf4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OItHCfreVUyH5i2z5kYxBrEbQf4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OItHCfreVUyH5i2z5kYxBrEbQf4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Las fronteras solo son lineas imaginarias que limitan la libertad del hombre y su entorno existencial, solo transpasarás la linea cuando encuentres tu verdadera esencia liberadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961248843683596106-7334914426842973052?l=www.arthurocrates.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~4/m9a0UvtY-c4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/feeds/7334914426842973052/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/las-fronteras-por-wilson-crespo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/7334914426842973052?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/7334914426842973052?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~3/m9a0UvtY-c4/las-fronteras-por-wilson-crespo.html" title="Las Fronteras Por Wilson Crespo" /><author><name>Arturo Crespo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115714820464452510735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8braKSaYJkI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD-I/sZ79wSpJ7O0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/las-fronteras-por-wilson-crespo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBQno5eSp7ImA9WhdQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961248843683596106.post-919633270488390185</id><published>2011-06-30T21:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:45:53.421-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T08:45:53.421-05:00</app:edited><title>Los Sonidos Por Wilson Crespo</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bj4-PI1_y9_VLbVdqlcpGsGXIP0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bj4-PI1_y9_VLbVdqlcpGsGXIP0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bj4-PI1_y9_VLbVdqlcpGsGXIP0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bj4-PI1_y9_VLbVdqlcpGsGXIP0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hace 20 años me encontre a Pink Floyd, fue casualidad, andaba perdido en las selvas del Vaupes, eran tiempos de bonanza. llegamos a un cambuche lleno de camarotes y hamacas con toldillos para los zancudos, habiamos de todas partes de la geografia colombiana, teniamos solo una cosa en común; conseguir dinero. De pronto comenzamos a escuchar el sonido de un helicoptero y unos gritos que no lograba identificar bien, alguien gritó ! bien paisa subale volumen esa es la pared de Pink Floyd!... en ese sitio y bajo esas circustancias fuí raptado por el sonido desconocido... hasta hoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961248843683596106-919633270488390185?l=www.arthurocrates.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~4/eFv8I1mQ3bM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/feeds/919633270488390185/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/los-sonidos-por-wilson-crespo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/919633270488390185?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/919633270488390185?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~3/eFv8I1mQ3bM/los-sonidos-por-wilson-crespo.html" title="Los Sonidos Por Wilson Crespo" /><author><name>Arturo Crespo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115714820464452510735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8braKSaYJkI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD-I/sZ79wSpJ7O0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/los-sonidos-por-wilson-crespo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNSXw_fSp7ImA9WhdQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961248843683596106.post-1425770780549220487</id><published>2011-06-30T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:13:18.245-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T01:13:18.245-05:00</app:edited><title>La esencia del Ser... Por Wilson Crespo</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4GAw-fzhAIjK-ci2VEZ6ffeJ2Kw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4GAw-fzhAIjK-ci2VEZ6ffeJ2Kw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4GAw-fzhAIjK-ci2VEZ6ffeJ2Kw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4GAw-fzhAIjK-ci2VEZ6ffeJ2Kw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;A traves de los años he encontrado la esencia del Ser. Hay seres que no pudieron Ser, seres que no los dejaron Ser, seres que no debieron Ser ni permanecer, seres que quisieron Ser, seres que soñaron con Ser y sintieron Ser pero desperdiciaron el Ser, seres a medias, seres tres cuartos, seres enteros, seres perdidos, seres lejanos, seres reales o imaginarios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961248843683596106-1425770780549220487?l=www.arthurocrates.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~4/hu5eDkzlHX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/feeds/1425770780549220487/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/la-esencia-del-ser-por-wilson-crespo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/1425770780549220487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/1425770780549220487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~3/hu5eDkzlHX8/la-esencia-del-ser-por-wilson-crespo.html" title="La esencia del Ser... Por Wilson Crespo" /><author><name>Arturo Crespo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115714820464452510735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8braKSaYJkI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD-I/sZ79wSpJ7O0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/la-esencia-del-ser-por-wilson-crespo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UER3s7fCp7ImA9WhdQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961248843683596106.post-3130168021765553711</id><published>2011-06-30T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:13:26.504-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T01:13:26.504-05:00</app:edited><title>Un momento de inspiracion... Por Maria Fernanda Acosta Cifuentes</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zpC69SY3qtaiRJsiofYZbhgsmEc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zpC69SY3qtaiRJsiofYZbhgsmEc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zpC69SY3qtaiRJsiofYZbhgsmEc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zpC69SY3qtaiRJsiofYZbhgsmEc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;7.948.800 segundos nos sirven para reflexionar sobre nuestras vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;132.480 minutos nos ayudan a crecer, a entender la vida y sobrellevarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;2.208 hora de las cuales desperdiciamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;736 (o sea la tercera parte) sirven. si sirven para comenzar a realizar nuestro sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;92 dias,92 mañanas y noches, dias soleados y grises, noches estrelladas y sombrias o talves con luna llena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Dias pesado y ligeros que disfrutamos como si fuera el ultimo en lo que reimos,lloramos,sufrimos y nos alegramos por nuestra existencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;13.14 semanas (que son igual a Pi) no encontre el simbolo jajaja de las cuales disfrutamos sobre todo los tres ultimos dias que nos relajamos y descansamos de los anteriores, bebemos y hablamo con esa personas que nos hace feliz un rato de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Y por ultimo todos estos terminos matematicos que denotan el consecuente imparable tiempo, son iguales a todos los segundos, minutos, horas, dias y meses y que ojala sean años en los que he relexionado, crecido reido, llorado, bebido, trabajado vivido y amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Y aunque es poco para mucho para mi son lo sufiente como para saber que contigo es con quien quiero pasar el resto de mis suguendo. minutos, horas, dias, semanas, meses y años de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2961248843683596106-3130168021765553711?l=www.arthurocrates.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~4/6kNfX16sqTo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/feeds/3130168021765553711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/un-momento-de-inspiracion-por-maria.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/3130168021765553711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2961248843683596106/posts/default/3130168021765553711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Arthurocrates/~3/6kNfX16sqTo/un-momento-de-inspiracion-por-maria.html" title="Un momento de inspiracion... Por Maria Fernanda Acosta Cifuentes" /><author><name>Arturo Crespo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115714820464452510735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8braKSaYJkI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAD-I/sZ79wSpJ7O0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.arthurocrates.com/2011/06/un-momento-de-inspiracion-por-maria.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFRHw-eSp7ImA9WhdQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961248843683596106.post-8912098192858346031</id><published>2011-06-30T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:13:35.251-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T01:13:35.251-05:00</app:edited><title>Atlantida Por Maria Fernanda Acosta Cifuentes</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SEPqnJKduSq-Y3uZWmtsTnD927M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SEPqnJKduSq-Y3uZWmtsTnD927M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SEPqnJKduSq-Y3uZWmtsTnD927M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SEPqnJKduSq-Y3uZWmtsTnD927M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Los amantes se miran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y las bocas se encuentran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se enlazan llenas de rumor de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y de hipocampos de marfil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Las lenguas se enredan﻿﻿﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como peces ávidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y giran ebrias en complemento tibio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;En un vapor salino y somnífero encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nuestros océanos son infinitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y sus cielos escasos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pero tu península es reticular,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tu península es glacial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y serpiente que amaraña,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Abismo que hunde los pocos cielos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y también océanos y los refines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Asesinado con su sombra de hombre dormido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hay líquenes sobre las albas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y ancoras entre tus sueños:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cuervos transparentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que te apuñalan en horas de vigilia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensamiento que se filtran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por las oquedades de tu pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y se confunden y envenenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y te silencian los deseos de sonreír distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De embriagarte a solas frente al&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;cristal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ese espejo único que te resalta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La boca fresca la boca húmeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como se fuera un golpe de mariposas limpias que vuelan y caen directamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Al final queda tu imagen en la vibración&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;de aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Queda tu respiración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y tus océanos innumerables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Al final quedan los amantes que se miran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y sus bocas se encuentran en el rumor del mar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;María Fernanda Acosta Cifuentes﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EpDcPUw2Qv6LzO2ST8Pn5y0IjKo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EpDcPUw2Qv6LzO2ST8Pn5y0IjKo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nosotros, que somos finitos, conocemos que existe un infinito pero ignoramos su naturaleza; pues lo finito y lo infinito son inconmensurables. Así, pues, no podemos saber nada acerca de Dios, mediante la razón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La razón no nos dice nada acerca de la existencia de Dios. ¿Porque, entonces, hemos de creer? La razón no nos dice nada, tampoco, acerca de la no-existencia de Dios. Es un problema que la razón no puede resolver. Sin embargo, debemos decidirnos por creer o no creer en Dios, es una apuesta que tenemos que hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Si apostamos porque Dios no existe y resulta que no existe, no habremos ganado mucho, solamente que acertamos en nuestra apuesta. Pero si apostamos porque Dios no existe y resulta que existe, lo habremos perdido todo, pues nos perderemos de la salvación, el bien mas grande de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Si apostamos porque Dios existe y resulta que no existe, no habremos perdido mucho, nos habremos equivocado. Si apostamos porque Dios existe, y resulta que existe, lo habremos ganado todo, esto es, habremos ganado la salvación. Así pues, debemos creer en Dios, ya que de este modo tendremos una perdida modesta, o una ganancia inmensa, mientras que si no creemos en Dios tendremos o bien una ganancia modesta o una perdida inmensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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