<?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-5191337265794313403</id><updated>2024-10-04T10:58:06.555-05:00</updated><category term="Recetas de Cocina"/><category term="FRASES"/><category term="LIBROS"/><category term="MIS FAVORITOS"/><category term="Truquitos"/><category term="puro amor"/><category term="CAFE"/><category term="Dilemas"/><category term="informacion"/><category term="mezcla de sensaciones"/><category term="sentimientos"/><category term="PENSAR"/><category term="poesias"/><category term="Rabia"/><category term="Humor"/><category term="REFLEXIONES"/><category term="Emociones"/><category term="Amigos"/><category term="LA TRISTEZA"/><category term="Cine y TV"/><category term="Leccion"/><category term="Agradecimientos"/><category term="Licores"/><category term="MAGIA"/><category term="EL TE"/><category term="historias de amor"/><category term="sabores"/><category term="DECISIONES"/><category term="SALUD"/><category term="CUENTOS"/><category term="Miedos"/><category term="OLORES"/><category term="Musica"/><category term="cuentos para niños"/><category term="fotos"/><title type='text'>HORA DEL CAFÉ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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>1085</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-543454828215502912</id><published>2022-01-22T21:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2022-01-22T21:43:49.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After we fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px 0px 3px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 35px; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;Ultimamente, estoy muy familiarizada con el. El dolor lento y constante. El tipo de dolor que sientes al herirte repetidamente la misma persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;Finalmente respiras pensando que el problema de ayer se quedará en el pasado. Cuando, en realidad, es el problema de hoy, el de mañana y el de todos los días siguientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;Solo en esos escasos momentos en los que me acerco a su pecho y me hace promesas que parece nunca podrá cumplir, el dolor desaparece.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;De la pelicula. After we fell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/543454828215502912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/543454828215502912' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/543454828215502912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/543454828215502912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2022/01/after-we-fell.html' title='After we fell'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-677404148598809933</id><published>2020-06-25T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2020-06-25T23:18:21.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quieres conocer a tu hijo ? </title><content type='html'>Uno de los post que m&amp;#225;s visitas diarias recibe de este blog es el de cu&amp;#225;nto conoces a tu hijo. &lt;br&gt;Muchos hijos me escriben diciendo que sus padres no los conocen .&lt;br&gt;En todas partes del mundo hemos tenido muchos d&amp;#237;as de confinamiento. Y hoy la pregunta es: cuantos de estos d&amp;#237;as se han aprovechado para conocer mejor a los hijos? Para conversar pausadamente con ellos y o&amp;#237;rles sus intereses, sus sue&amp;#241;os, sus descubrimientos y lo que m&amp;#225;s los inquieta. &lt;br&gt;La invitaci&amp;#243;n hoy es a sacar unos minutos para buscar tiempo de calidad conociendo a los hijos. Con verdadera atenci&amp;#243;n y empat&amp;#237;a .&lt;br&gt;Manos a la obra !!! A intentarlo ...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/677404148598809933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/677404148598809933' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/677404148598809933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/677404148598809933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2020/06/quieres-conocer-tu-hijo.html' title='Quieres conocer a tu hijo ? '/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-9027425931668382687</id><published>2018-08-29T11:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2018-08-29T11:36:22.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Los aceites esenciales  </title><content type='html'>Estoy obsesionada con los aceites esenciales. Quienes me conocen saben que siempre me he sentido fascinada por los olores, pero nunca pens&amp;#233; que pudieran mejorar tanto la calidad de vida de las personas ..&lt;br&gt;En la vida vamos cambiando y aprendiendo, buscando nuevos hobbies e intereses .. aqu&amp;#237; les dejo esta entrada, con la que prometo a partir de hoy, compartir con todos mis nuevos conocimientos  ... y claro reactivarme con este blog que dej&amp;#233; quieto hace m&amp;#225;s de seis meses precisamente por esta sumergida aprendiendo el maravilloso mundo y los secretos de los aceites esenciales ...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/9027425931668382687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/9027425931668382687' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/9027425931668382687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/9027425931668382687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2018/08/los-aceites-esenciales.html' title='Los aceites esenciales  '/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-1109004446812533253</id><published>2017-11-10T00:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2017-11-10T00:13:27.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parecía </title><content type='html'>Parec&amp;#237;a que tanto hab&amp;#237;a pasado...&lt;br&gt;Al mismo tiempo,&lt;br&gt;Parec&amp;#237;a que nada hab&amp;#237;a cambiado !</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1109004446812533253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/1109004446812533253' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/1109004446812533253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/1109004446812533253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2017/11/parecia.html' title='Parecía '/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-4192321523071842061</id><published>2017-06-04T12:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2017-06-04T12:25:44.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La emoción   </title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;La emoci&amp;#243;n es la funci&amp;#243;n m&amp;#225;s utilizada de la mente; sin ella no se mover&amp;#237;an con excelentes resultados ni la inteligencia ni la memoria&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Del libro Emociones inteligentes: el manual de la inteligencia emocional&amp;quot; Luis Jos&amp;#233; Uzcategui</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4192321523071842061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/4192321523071842061' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/4192321523071842061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/4192321523071842061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2017/06/la-emocion.html' title='La emoción   '/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-1532900300995236753</id><published>2016-09-13T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2016-09-13T23:11:34.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de un año después </title><content type='html'>Tuve un a&amp;#241;o importante.&lt;br&gt;Exagerar&amp;#237;a si lo llamara dif&amp;#237;cil porque estuvo lleno de emociones, explosiones y enormes momentos de completa felicidad .&lt;br&gt;Tuve ajustes:&lt;br&gt;noches largas, noches cortas, y otras que quer&amp;#237;a que acabaran y ya..&lt;br&gt;Pero aqu&amp;#237; estoy de nuevo:&lt;br&gt;Intensa&lt;br&gt;Fresca&lt;br&gt;Renovada &lt;br&gt;Y m&amp;#225;s vieja&lt;br&gt;Pero con m&amp;#225;s ganas.&lt;br&gt;Y con una deuda de 350 d&amp;#237;as en los que no registre pensamientos aqu&amp;#237;. &lt;br&gt;Ser&amp;#225; que whataspp se ha quedado con mi bit&amp;#225;cora ?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1532900300995236753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/1532900300995236753' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/1532900300995236753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/1532900300995236753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2016/09/antes-de-un-ano-despues.html' title='Antes de un año después '/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-323983587006067545</id><published>2015-08-25T17:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2015-08-25T17:13:12.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De Julia Child </title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Los alimentos, al igual que las personas que los toman, pueden estimularse con vino o licores. Y, como ocurre tambi&amp;#233;n con las personas, el vino o los licores pueden echarlos a perder&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Julia Child. El arte de la comida francesa</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/323983587006067545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/323983587006067545' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/323983587006067545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/323983587006067545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2015/08/de-julia-child.html' title='De Julia Child '/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-947059030712982280</id><published>2015-07-29T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-07-29T18:40:51.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta con prosciutto y azafran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
En estos días prepare una de esas recetas improvisadas que me resultaron bien.&lt;br /&gt;
Sofreír en aceite de oliva&lt;br /&gt;
Media cebolla morada en cubitos&lt;br /&gt;
Prosciutto en cubitos&lt;br /&gt;
azafrán&lt;br /&gt;
Sal y pimienta al gusto.&lt;br /&gt;
Una lata de crema de leche..&lt;br /&gt;
Poner sobre la pasta. Usé linguini delgado.&lt;br /&gt;
Servir y disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/947059030712982280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/947059030712982280' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/947059030712982280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/947059030712982280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2015/07/pasta-con-prosciutto-y-azafran.html' title='Pasta con prosciutto y azafran'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-5250708943564587714</id><published>2015-03-27T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2015-03-27T18:06:56.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases que te inspiran  </title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Viene a trav&amp;#233;s de la palabra escrita y hablada; a veces, una palabra, una frase, un poema o un relato es tan sonoro y tan acertado que nos induce a recordar, por lo menos durante un instante, de que materia estamos hechas realmente y d&amp;#243;nde esta nuestro verdadero hogar&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mujeres que corren con los lobos.&lt;br&gt;Clarissa Pinkola Est&amp;#233;s</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5250708943564587714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/5250708943564587714' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/5250708943564587714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/5250708943564587714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2015/03/frases-que-te-inspiran.html' title='Frases que te inspiran  '/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-3481967946278321674</id><published>2015-02-22T16:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2015-02-22T16:37:06.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Que es cosmología? Frase</title><content type='html'>Que es cosmolog&amp;#237;a ?&lt;br&gt;Es como una religi&amp;#243;n para ateos inteligentes ...&lt;br&gt;- Theory of everything -</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3481967946278321674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/3481967946278321674' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/3481967946278321674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/3481967946278321674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2015/02/que-es-cosmologia-frase.html' title='Que es cosmología? Frase'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-717606782045782337</id><published>2015-01-30T23:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2015-01-30T23:03:38.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase de Moliere </title><content type='html'>Los vicios de moda pasan por virtudes.&lt;br&gt;Moliere, Don Juan</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/717606782045782337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/717606782045782337' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/717606782045782337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/717606782045782337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2015/01/frase-de-moliere.html' title='Frase de Moliere '/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-1602745013832234105</id><published>2015-01-07T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-01-07T22:18:44.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La verdad sobre el caso Harry Quebert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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desconectarse del mundo digital le ayudar&amp;#225; a recolectarse con su sabidur&amp;#237;a, su intuici&amp;#243;n y creatividad &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Arianna Huffington &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Se trata de una entrevista a Arianna Huffington quien redefine el concepto de &amp;#233;xito.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;El art&amp;#237;culo completo:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://app.eltiempo.com/#estilo-de-vida/gente/entrevista-con-arianna-huffington-creadora-de-the-huffington-post/14160358&quot;&gt;http://app.eltiempo.com/#estilo-de-vida/gente/entrevista-con-arianna-huffington-creadora-de-the-huffington-post/14160358&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3249114705234668729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5191337265794313403/3249114705234668729' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/3249114705234668729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191337265794313403/posts/default/3249114705234668729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasalahoradelcafe.blogspot.com/2014/06/desconexion-digital.html' title='desconexión digital'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04401004750667708285</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191337265794313403.post-4195136000377923238</id><published>2014-06-12T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2014-06-12T21:42:23.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Luna, Tu y Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; 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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Yo no quiero que hoy me dediques la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;a verla conmigo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Y después del dolor y poner esa luz de optimismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;volvemos a poner las cosas en orden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #45818e; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Todo además con una nueva perspectiva..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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El silencio es una manera de llevar el luto.&lt;br /&gt;
Una manera de callar profundamente el dolor.&lt;br /&gt;
He estado ausente prácticamente por dos meses.&lt;br /&gt;
Pasé por la tristeza de perder dos seres queridos,&lt;br /&gt;
en diferentes circunstancias&lt;br /&gt;
terminaron sus vidas,&lt;br /&gt;
de manera natural&lt;br /&gt;
aunque melancólica,&lt;br /&gt;
inexplicable,&lt;br /&gt;
inesperada...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No se que nos espera más allá&lt;br /&gt;
Pero más aquí,&lt;br /&gt;
los vacíos y el dolor&lt;br /&gt;
tiene un sabor salado&lt;br /&gt;
un olor agrio y sin dulce.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pero en el horizonte de color azul clarito,&lt;br /&gt;
transparente;&lt;br /&gt;
contrasta tras el sol amarillo,&lt;br /&gt;
optimista;&lt;br /&gt;
que te recuerda que hay que vivir mas plenamente&lt;br /&gt;
perdonar mas&lt;br /&gt;
olvidar mejor&lt;br /&gt;
no herir jamás&lt;br /&gt;
no maltratar nunca;&lt;br /&gt;
solo vivir de una manera digna&lt;br /&gt;
para poder ser recordado,&lt;br /&gt;
con honor,&lt;br /&gt;
ese día de la partida&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nos interesa el límite peligroso de las cosas.
&lt;br /&gt;
El ladrón honesto, el asesino sensible, el ateo supersticioso.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Robert Browning
&lt;br /&gt;
Apología del Obispo Blougram&lt;/div&gt;
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El frío de la muerte 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A veces la muerte pasa
&lt;br /&gt;
Y respira muy fuerte.
&lt;br /&gt;
La escuchas y la sientes 
&lt;br /&gt;
Tan presente...
&lt;br /&gt;
Te recorre todo
&lt;br /&gt;
Entero
&lt;br /&gt;
Te estremece.
&lt;br /&gt;
Sientes ese frío profundo 
&lt;br /&gt;
en todo el cuerpo
&lt;br /&gt;
Y no cesa 
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No te deja que calientes!!&lt;/div&gt;
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