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Una ventana al alma.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</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/blogspot/MasqueMilPalabras" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/masquemilpalabras" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8CRXg7eip7ImA9WhZQEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-5282230497808298903</id><published>2011-04-19T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:17:44.602-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-19T14:17:44.602-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="no mas sangre" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Juarez" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="urbano" /><title>La pregunta.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-1pFwJfyo/Ta34OP81fiI/AAAAAAAAB74/pcfSm_z4MDY/s1600/QueEsPaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-1pFwJfyo/Ta34OP81fiI/AAAAAAAAB74/pcfSm_z4MDY/s640/QueEsPaz.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Porqué la historia que hacemos se escribe a diario y qué dirán venideros&lt;br /&gt;
Cuando les queden las culpas que se heredaron por ser hijos nuestros"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Fernando Delgadillo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;En todas partes de este pais llamado &amp;nbsp;México.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuando?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas bien: hasta cuando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pretextosvarios.blogspot.com/2011/04/juarez-tierra-de-cobardes.html"&gt;Manifestación frente &amp;nbsp;a &amp;nbsp;la Fiscalía General del Estado&lt;/a&gt;, convocada &amp;nbsp;en solidaridad al escritor Javier Sicilia &amp;nbsp;por el asesinato de su hijo (juntos con cientos mas por &amp;nbsp;todo el pais). &amp;nbsp;Esta es la pregunta que se hace toda una generación que nacio &amp;nbsp;y &amp;nbsp;esta creciendo bajo esta &amp;nbsp;ola de violencia y crimen: "Que es Paz?". Quien respondera? &amp;nbsp;Sera algo que leeran en libros de cuentos?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-5282230497808298903?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5282230497808298903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=5282230497808298903&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/5282230497808298903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/5282230497808298903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-pregunta.html" title="La pregunta." /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-1pFwJfyo/Ta34OP81fiI/AAAAAAAAB74/pcfSm_z4MDY/s72-c/QueEsPaz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NQXYzfip7ImA9Wx9SE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-3348784048110056423</id><published>2010-12-01T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:04:50.886-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-03T09:04:50.886-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SIDA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vigilia Internacional de VIH\SIDA" /><title>Dia Mundial de la Lucha vs el SIDA</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Hemos recorrido un largo camino, pero no hemos llegado hasta donde quisiéramos. Es evidente que tendremos que esforzarnos aún más para asegurarnos de que los recursos y las acciones necesarias están a la altura del compromiso que hemos contraído. No podemos alegar que hay problemas comparables que son más importantes, o más urgentes. No podemos aceptar que “surgió otro asunto” que nos obligó a dejar el SIDA en suspenso. Siempre habrá otro asunto”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/2001/annan-bio.html"&gt;Kofi Annan&lt;/a&gt; 1938-¿?). Premio Nobel de la Paz 2001.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TPkccBxXAWI/AAAAAAAAB7k/7JdLhcoddbE/s1600/1DicLuchaSIDA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TPkccBxXAWI/AAAAAAAAB7k/7JdLhcoddbE/s640/1DicLuchaSIDA.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donde?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Plaza de Armas, cd. Juarez Chihuahua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuando?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Marzo 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;En esa fecha se celebra la Vigilia Internacional para recordar a las personas fallecidas por esta enfermedad y mostrar apoyo a las personas que viven con VIH. &amp;nbsp; Y el dia 1 de Diciembre, es cuando se conmemora oficialmente la Lucha vs el SIDA, pues el primer caso se detecto en esta fecha hace ya 30 años.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6d6d6d; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cita:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sabersinfin.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=909&amp;amp;Itemid=49"&gt;fuente&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-3348784048110056423?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3348784048110056423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=3348784048110056423&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/3348784048110056423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/3348784048110056423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-mundial-de-la-lucha-vs-el-sida.html" title="Dia Mundial de la Lucha vs el SIDA" /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TPkccBxXAWI/AAAAAAAAB7k/7JdLhcoddbE/s72-c/1DicLuchaSIDA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGQ38yfCp7ImA9Wx5VF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-3911695215073474934</id><published>2010-10-10T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:15:22.194-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-10T23:15:22.194-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="10:10:10" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parque Central" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditaciones" /><title>10:10:10.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="t" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Ten buena conciencia y tendrás siempre alegría. Si alguna alegría hay en el mundo la tiene seguramente el hombre de corazón puro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="o" style="color: #222222; float: right; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=543" style="color: #000099;" title="Frases de Thomas De Kempis"&gt;Thomas De Kempis&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-style: italic;"&gt;(1380-1471) Teólogo alemán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donde?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Parque Central de Cd. Juarez.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuando? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;10 de octubre del 2010.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Un grupo de personas de diferentes vertientes y movimientos espirituales se reunion hoy para realizar una ceremonia de amor y gratitud al agua, siguiendo las enseñanzas del maestro Masaru Emoto. La energia que se manifiesta en estas reuniones, donde existe la diversidad es.. muy padre. Existe un gran sentimiento de verdadera comunidad. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TJwmB7CHvDI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/wcAH5pmAKks/s1600/foto16984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TJwmB7CHvDI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/wcAH5pmAKks/s640/foto16984.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donde?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Parque Chamizal, Cd Juarez Chi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuando?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Hace ya varios otoños.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por que?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Hoy llego de nuevo el otoño. Las hojas caen, la lluvia viene, son&amp;nbsp;días&amp;nbsp;nublados y grises pero que traen consigo la promesa de la &amp;nbsp;purificación&amp;nbsp;y el renacimiento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-5763427474517549143?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5763427474517549143/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=5763427474517549143&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/5763427474517549143?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/5763427474517549143?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2010/09/mesa-otonal.html" title="Mesa otoñal." /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TJwmB7CHvDI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/wcAH5pmAKks/s72-c/foto16984.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04EQXgyfSp7ImA9Wx5VGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-4023916627721576770</id><published>2010-09-19T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:18:20.695-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-11T19:18:20.695-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="luz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="velas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sombras" /><title>Ser luz -a pesar de la obscuridad.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Para quienes no ansían sino ver, hay luz bastante; más para quienes tienen opuesta disposición, siempre hay bastante oscuridad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=734" style="color: #000099;" title="Frases de Blaise Pascal"&gt;Blaise Pascal&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-style: italic;"&gt;(1623-1662) Científico, filósofo y escritor francés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TJblmryQmaI/AAAAAAAAB7A/7Wi57WtAOTs/s1600/P1270462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TJblmryQmaI/AAAAAAAAB7A/7Wi57WtAOTs/s640/P1270462.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="a" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Esta foto la tome en un restaurante en &amp;nbsp;Chiapas, pero bien pudo ser &amp;nbsp;en cualquier parte&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; En diciembre del 2009.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? Para que la luz nazca la parafina debe&amp;nbsp;derretirse&amp;nbsp;e &amp;nbsp;ir cayendo (en la foto se aprecia el paso de las velas que han venido antes), para que la luz nazca la mecha se va quemando. Y a las velas no les importa la obscuridad del&amp;nbsp;cuarto, ellas solo arden y brillan. Ver esta imagen me hace pensar que en mi vida para &amp;nbsp;que mi propia luz&amp;nbsp;florezca, debe arder todo aquello que la cubre, sin importar las circunstancias mas adversas, o mas obscuras.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TJDA3-DpM5I/AAAAAAAAB6w/JsUz_M6Osdk/s1600/Negative0-24-24(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TJDA3-DpM5I/AAAAAAAAB6w/JsUz_M6Osdk/s640/Negative0-24-24(1).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Dolores Hidalgo, Guanajuato México.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Esto foto fue tomada hace varios octubres, durante un viaje de mochilazo por aquella zona del pais.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A 200 años de que comenzara el movimiento de independencia del pais. Estos monumentos estan por todo el &amp;nbsp;pais señalando la ruta que paso el cura Miguel Hidalgo durante el movimiento de independencia. Esta es la primera, la ultima esta en &amp;nbsp;la ciudad de Chihuahua, lugar donde fue fusilado.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Altamira,Tamaulipas, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Diciembre del 2008. Festejo del santo de la capilla de la colonia (y mi madre andaba alli organizando y bailando danzas tipicas! que tals?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Todo este asunto del festejo del bicentenario &amp;nbsp;me tiene pensando. Básicamente&amp;nbsp;este clima de violencia y crisis que vive el&amp;nbsp;país&amp;nbsp;me dio añoranza por aquellos &amp;nbsp;tiempos &amp;nbsp;cuando &amp;nbsp;el que las calles se cerraran &amp;nbsp;era por&amp;nbsp;alegría, para hacer una verbena popular y festejar, &amp;nbsp;y no como ahora &amp;nbsp;que se cierran &amp;nbsp;por miedo y psicosis para impedir el paso a los&amp;nbsp;demás.&amp;nbsp;Aquel México, el de festejos, de&amp;nbsp;alegría, de convivencia y&amp;nbsp;camaradería,&amp;nbsp;es el pais&amp;nbsp;que amo y por el que creo vale la pena celebrar.&lt;br /&gt;
Es una pena que no se va a realizar el grito aqui en &amp;nbsp;Cd. Juarez, y si, &amp;nbsp;es&amp;nbsp;también&amp;nbsp;una pena que el gobierno federal gaste tanto en luces y espejitos &amp;nbsp;habiendo &amp;nbsp;una &amp;nbsp;crisis tan severa; &amp;nbsp;por que mas&amp;nbsp;allá&amp;nbsp;de pirotecnias y&amp;nbsp;espectáculos (e incluso mas&amp;nbsp;allá&amp;nbsp;de crisis y violencias), yo aun quiero creer que la esencia de nuestro&amp;nbsp;país&amp;nbsp;sigue&amp;nbsp;allí, &amp;nbsp;que aquello que debe ser lo que este tras esta&amp;nbsp;celebración &amp;nbsp;(y todas las&amp;nbsp;demás) aun existe: un pueblo&amp;nbsp;cálido y&amp;nbsp;alegre, un pueblo fraternal, uno donde lo mas importante aun somos nosotros, su gente.&lt;br /&gt;
Como dice &amp;nbsp;el proverbio&amp;nbsp;hindú: "un&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;nbsp;en paz ve &amp;nbsp;fiesta en todas las aldeas", el problema es &amp;nbsp;que en &amp;nbsp;el&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;nbsp;de esta &amp;nbsp;nación, en su gente, no hay tal &amp;nbsp;paz.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TIkpKoIDaDI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/jpvSuZdaKUQ/s1600/DSC00030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/TIkpKoIDaDI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/jpvSuZdaKUQ/s640/DSC00030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Cd. Juarez Chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuando?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; A principios del 2010, creo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por que?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; pues para que &amp;nbsp;"DESCANSE ENPAS EL S.R FLAQUITO". En la muerte todos somos iguales, los que vamos en la ruta, los que andamos en auto, los que vamos a pie, no hay distincion de clases sociales o genero, para la muerte todos y &amp;nbsp;cada uno de nosotros somos iguales. (Cosa curiosa, aunque pareciera que las condiciones actuales de violencia &amp;nbsp;nos han vuelto vulnerables a todos, aun asi, no falta quien siga insistiendo en señalar las diferencias). En todo caso, que descanse en paz el señor flaquito... y todos aquellos que han caido en &amp;nbsp;este pais en guerra. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrán detener la primavera."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pablo Neruda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S6mi3m6TzJI/AAAAAAAAB0g/JecCMth4azs/s1600/EnLaPrimavera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S6mi3m6TzJI/AAAAAAAAB0g/JecCMth4azs/s640/EnLaPrimavera.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donde?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; En Cd. Juarez, Chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuando?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; En una primavera.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Por que quiero trasladar las palabras de Neruda a lo que pasa en este&amp;nbsp;lugar en el que radico... podran cortar las flores... pero no podran nunca detener la primavera. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S5X4GSqGsEI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/iQvmqOiORsI/s1600-h/100collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="592" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S5X4GSqGsEI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/iQvmqOiORsI/s640/100collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;donde han llegado mis pasos,&amp;nbsp;donde se han posado mis ojos, donde ha quedado mi&amp;nbsp;corazón.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; para mi durante toda una vida, para este sitio desde el 31 de enero del 2007.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Si observamos con cuidado podemos darnos cuenta que el mundo esta repleto de instantes&amp;nbsp;mágicos, &amp;nbsp;que la vida se construye de una interminable cadena de instantes inigualables y que aquello que llamamos alma se&amp;nbsp; regocija con ellos. &amp;nbsp; Y es por eso que el&amp;nbsp;día&amp;nbsp;de hoy que este&amp;nbsp;blog &amp;nbsp;llega a sus cien entradas, reafirmo mi compromiso &amp;nbsp;para hacer de este sitio&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;un lugar para compartir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;una &amp;nbsp;mirada al mundo, &amp;nbsp;una ventana al alma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Un sitio repleto de &amp;nbsp;instantes atrapados en imagenes, &amp;nbsp; por que una imagen &amp;nbsp;dice mas... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;QUE MIL PALABRAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S5NWHwgDyoI/AAAAAAAABzw/rXm5qHHTFCc/s1600-h/principioyfinal.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S5NWHwgDyoI/AAAAAAAABzw/rXm5qHHTFCc/s640/principioyfinal.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;alguna de las hermosas playas de &amp;nbsp;Mazatlan&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; durante unas vacaciones en el 2007.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Veo la playa y me &amp;nbsp;pregunto &amp;nbsp;que sucede &amp;nbsp;en este &amp;nbsp;lugar... comienza el mar o termina la tierra? nace el continente o &amp;nbsp;muere el&amp;nbsp;océano? Y es en este lugar donde convergen principio y final donde me encuentro caminando... y observando la inmensidad del cielo sobre mi cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1a07a76" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-3467417322282985397?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3467417322282985397/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=3467417322282985397&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/3467417322282985397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/3467417322282985397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/donde-convergen-principio-y-final.html" title="donde convergen principio y  final." /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S5NWHwgDyoI/AAAAAAAABzw/rXm5qHHTFCc/s72-c/principioyfinal.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUERns_cSp7ImA9Wx5VGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-7194248482637653993</id><published>2010-02-28T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:23:27.549-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-11T19:23:27.549-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="viajes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cd de mexico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bellas Artes" /><title>Angel para un final.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuentan que cuando un silencio &amp;nbsp;aparecía entre dos&lt;br /&gt;
era que pasaba un ángel &amp;nbsp;que les robaba la voz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahora comprendo en total&amp;nbsp;este silencio mortal&lt;br /&gt;
ángel que pasa&amp;nbsp;besa y te abraza&lt;br /&gt;
ángel para un final.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silvio Rodriguez.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S4sxuAxu8qI/AAAAAAAABzQ/KZx_mzdjHww/s1600-h/AngeldelasMusicaB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S4sxuAxu8qI/AAAAAAAABzQ/KZx_mzdjHww/s640/AngeldelasMusicaB.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Palacio de Bellas Artes, Cd. de Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Diciembre del 2009&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que? &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A 7 dias, un recuento de una de las mas &amp;nbsp;grandes historias en &amp;nbsp;mi vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Todo empezó en la sorpresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;en un encuentro casual&lt;br /&gt;
pero la noche es traviesa&lt;br /&gt;
cuando se teje el azar&lt;br /&gt;
sin querer se hace una ofrenda&lt;br /&gt;
que pacta con el dolor&lt;br /&gt;
o pasa un ángel&lt;br /&gt;
se hace leyenda&lt;br /&gt;
y se convierte en amor."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"La amistad es un alma que habita en dos cuerpos; un corazón que habita en dos almas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aristóteles&lt;/b&gt; (384 AC-322 AC) Filósofo griego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S4IrFY1YToI/AAAAAAAABzA/vSD0W1-WvgI/s1600-h/P1040374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S4IrFY1YToI/AAAAAAAABzA/vSD0W1-WvgI/s640/P1040374.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Foto tomada en la &amp;nbsp;sierra de Durango, cerca del espinazo del diablo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Aproximadamente en el verano del 2007, &amp;nbsp;durante un roadtrip con amigos de Dgo a Mazatlan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por que?&lt;/b&gt; Con nuestros amigos podemos ser como niños, y como los niños, podemos experimentar&amp;nbsp;también&amp;nbsp;lo que es el amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No existe nada más interesante que la conversación de dos amantes que permanecen callados."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Achile Tournier&lt;/b&gt; (1847-1906) Escritor francés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S3jdCqMF3CI/AAAAAAAAByo/pl4a7IyEBE4/s1600-h/P1160619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S3jdCqMF3CI/AAAAAAAAByo/pl4a7IyEBE4/s640/P1160619.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Tuxtla Gutierrez, Chiapas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Diciembre del 2009&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Durante la ceremonia de clausura del Congreso &amp;nbsp;Internacional sobre VIH-SIDA se presentaron numeros de danzas &amp;nbsp;tipicas de la región.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;- Khalil Gibran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S2-91-qU8EI/AAAAAAAAByg/v3soVDS0Ni0/s1600-h/Negative0-15-15(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S2-91-qU8EI/AAAAAAAAByg/v3soVDS0Ni0/s640/Negative0-15-15(1).jpg" width="513" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Donde? &lt;/b&gt;Patzcuaro, Michoacan. &amp;nbsp;México.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cuando? &lt;/b&gt;en &amp;nbsp;un 1 de noviembre, hace varios años (antes de las camaras digitales, ande ud.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Por que? &lt;/b&gt;El lago de Patzcuaro en Michoacan, (y la Isla de Janitzio) es EL lugar para celebrar y vivir el&amp;nbsp;día&amp;nbsp;de muertos, una de las mas grandes tradiciones de nuestra cultura. El pueblo se llena de color y festividades.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7bf88bc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-1015231352462989703?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1015231352462989703/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=1015231352462989703&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/1015231352462989703?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/1015231352462989703?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-acto-mas-maravilloso-del-mundo.html" title="el acto mas maravilloso del mundo." /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S2-91-qU8EI/AAAAAAAAByg/v3soVDS0Ni0/s72-c/Negative0-15-15(1).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFQHw6eCp7ImA9Wx5VGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-698391890781452123</id><published>2010-01-31T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:25:11.210-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-11T19:25:11.210-07:00</app:edited><title>Habra que creer.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"El fruto del silencio es la oración. El fruto de la oración es la fe. El fruto de la fe es el amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El fruto del amor es el servicio. El fruto del servicio es la paz."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Madre Teresa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S2ZytNLtw_I/AAAAAAAABxg/wTlJUNY5Vmk/s1600-h/P1010819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S2ZytNLtw_I/AAAAAAAABxg/wTlJUNY5Vmk/s640/P1010819.JPG" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donde?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Cd. Juarez. Centro de la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuando?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hace años.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Una marcha por la paz. A veces es necerio recordar&amp;nbsp;lo que puede producir la Fe. A veces es necesario creer, en el hombre, en el amor, en uno mismo. En estos tiempo dificil, habra que creer... y entonces alcanzar la paz. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S16LDIVlIZI/AAAAAAAABxA/F8FDnC1RpIc/s1600-h/por+quien+merece+amor.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S16LDIVlIZI/AAAAAAAABxA/F8FDnC1RpIc/s640/por+quien+merece+amor.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mas alla de cualquier frontera, donde solo un&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;nbsp;enamorado puede llegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; en una eterna primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; por que.. mi arte es un arte de paz... por quien merece amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;(Creo que fue el 2007 mientras experimentaba con el balance de blancos de la camara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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no te salves &amp;nbsp;no te llenes de calma"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #232323; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Mario Benedetti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S1N0sXOKabI/AAAAAAAABww/5SQUROghUes/s1600-h/no+te+quedes+inmovil.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S1N0sXOKabI/AAAAAAAABww/5SQUROghUes/s640/no+te+quedes+inmovil.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Donde? &lt;/b&gt;Tuxtla Gutierrez, Chiapas, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cuando?&lt;/b&gt; Diciembre del 2009&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Por que?&lt;/b&gt; Primera &amp;nbsp;Marcha Nacional por &amp;nbsp;el Respeto a las Diversidades, celebrada &amp;nbsp;en esa ciudad en el contexto del 11 Congreso Internacional sobre &amp;nbsp;VIH\SIDA. (Diferentes circunstancias este fin de semana me hicieron pensar en este poema y en esta &amp;nbsp;foto.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S0wXYb0UmBI/AAAAAAAABwg/I66Kf9933Tk/s1600-h/P1170843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S0wXYb0UmBI/AAAAAAAABwg/I66Kf9933Tk/s640/P1170843.JPG" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donde?&lt;/b&gt; Catedral de la Ciudad de Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuando? &lt;/b&gt;Diciembre &amp;nbsp;del 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por que?&lt;/b&gt; sin palabras.. bueno si, dos razones: por esto: &lt;a href="http://www.wradio.com.mx/nota.aspx?id=928677"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;, y por que la Catedral esta muy bonita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Y sobre &amp;nbsp;este tema solo puedo agregar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fc2b1c9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-6866174438316876790?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6866174438316876790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=6866174438316876790&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/6866174438316876790?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/6866174438316876790?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2010/01/en-caso-de-incendio.html" title="...en caso de incendio." /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S0wXYb0UmBI/AAAAAAAABwg/I66Kf9933Tk/s72-c/P1170843.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIGQXs_fip7ImA9Wx5VGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-7040873201859475135</id><published>2010-01-11T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:28:40.546-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-11T19:28:40.546-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paisajes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chiapas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cascadas" /><title>Ella lo sabe.</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsE1UmQj5WQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px; text-decoration: none; white-space: normal;"&gt;ella lo sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;y no dice nada, ella lo sabe, que detras de tu recuerdo algun día se me fugo el alma"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;-Abel Velazquez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S0wO1bVQS7I/AAAAAAAABwQ/KSR7ER8uzh8/s1600-h/P1170260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S0wO1bVQS7I/AAAAAAAABwQ/KSR7ER8uzh8/s640/P1170260.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; En las Cascadas de Agua Azul, Chiapas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; En Dic del 2009.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Fui a Chiapas a un Congreso &amp;nbsp;Internacional sobre VIH-SIDA &amp;nbsp;y terminando, claro, me fui a turistear y conocer ese precioso estado. Este lugar esta increible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-7040873201859475135?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7040873201859475135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=7040873201859475135&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/7040873201859475135?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/7040873201859475135?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2010/01/ella-lo-sabe.html" title="Ella lo sabe." /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S0wO1bVQS7I/AAAAAAAABwQ/KSR7ER8uzh8/s72-c/P1170260.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINSXw8fip7ImA9Wx5VGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-752880296163209231</id><published>2010-01-03T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:29:58.276-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-11T19:29:58.276-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="viajes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cd de mexico" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fotografia Urbana" /><title>Identidad en exodo</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"Cabalgo sobre sueños, innecesarios y rotos prisionero iluso, de esta selva cotidiana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Y como hoja seca, que vaga en el viento, vuelo imaginario, sobre historias de concreto." &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pretextosvarios.blogspot.com/2009/12/rockdrigo-gonzales-no-tengo-tiempo.html"&gt;Rockdrigo Gonzale&lt;/a&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S0FSNX0aoyI/AAAAAAAABvg/omlsyhaiWJo/s1600-h/P1170725.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422705816016429858" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S0FSNX0aoyI/AAAAAAAABvg/omlsyhaiWJo/s640/P1170725.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-752880296163209231?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/752880296163209231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=752880296163209231&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/752880296163209231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/752880296163209231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2010/01/identidad-en-exodo.html" title="Identidad en exodo" /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/S0FSNX0aoyI/AAAAAAAABvg/omlsyhaiWJo/s72-c/P1170725.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBQ30zeSp7ImA9Wx5VGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-4464265236663190984</id><published>2009-12-28T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:30:52.381-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-11T19:30:52.381-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perpectivas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Festival Cultural Internacional Chihuahua" /><title>To fall in love.</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;"You'll discover that real love is millions of miles past falling in love with anyone or anything.When you make that one effort to feelcompassion instead of blame or self-blame,the heart opens again and continues opening." -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara Paddison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-4464265236663190984?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4464265236663190984/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=4464265236663190984&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/4464265236663190984?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/4464265236663190984?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-fall-in-love.html" title="To fall in love." /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/SzrYN0NwhBI/AAAAAAAABvQ/CrZq9qOCSXo/s72-c/fallinlove.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUBQnc8fyp7ImA9WxNXF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-4709225653550941120</id><published>2009-10-05T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:37:33.977-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T10:37:33.977-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perpectivas" /><title>The empty soul</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/SsoupJ7cO1I/AAAAAAAABs4/Kh69d4nk5Ls/s1600-h/P1080281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389171188676967250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/SsoupJ7cO1I/AAAAAAAABs4/Kh69d4nk5Ls/s320/P1080281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La contaminación no es nada más que el producto de la inconsciencia del hombre con respecto al uso de recursos"“ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al Gore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-4709225653550941120?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4709225653550941120/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=4709225653550941120&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/4709225653550941120?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/4709225653550941120?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2009/10/empty-soul.html" title="The empty soul" /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/SsoupJ7cO1I/AAAAAAAABs4/Kh69d4nk5Ls/s72-c/P1080281.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMHQHw-eip7ImA9WxBUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-8381788313994280471</id><published>2009-09-01T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:07:11.252-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-02T07:07:11.252-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tierra" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Festival Cultural Internacional Chihuahua" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fogata" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retiros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fuego" /><title>El instante Magico.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sp29-gx2UTI/AAAAAAAABsc/-e91fw3ez00/s1600-h/P1010061_web.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376662411798794546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sp29-gx2UTI/AAAAAAAABsc/-e91fw3ez00/s400/P1010061_web.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Todos los días Dios nos da un momento en que es posible cambiar todo lo que nos hace infelices. El instante mágico es el momento en que un sí o un no pueden cambiar toda nuestra existencia". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paulo Coelho.&lt;/b&gt; Escritor brasileño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; En un rincon cualquiera del camino, 15 pasos a la izquierda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; En el momento en que, apesar de encontrarnos abrazando nuestra sombra,  descubrimos en nosotros la chispa de Fe y Voluntad que enciende nuestro Instante Magico personal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Esto fue una fogata, durante un retiro en algun lugar entre Cd. Juarez y Casas Grandes, hace ya varios años, recuerdo esa noche por que los acontecimientos que siguieron a mi regreso a la ciudad.. en buena medida marcaron mi camino.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=61503ad" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-8381788313994280471?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8381788313994280471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=8381788313994280471&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/8381788313994280471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/8381788313994280471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-instante-magico.html" title="El instante Magico." /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sp29-gx2UTI/AAAAAAAABsc/-e91fw3ez00/s72-c/P1010061_web.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQn07eCp7ImA9WxNTF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872783982844384532.post-7102985048999399826</id><published>2009-08-19T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:35:03.300-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-19T21:35:03.300-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gatos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mascotas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animales" /><title>El miron de la ventana</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/SozRZZ_UaHI/AAAAAAAABrs/b9-Jk9NF3ZM/s1600-h/P1080621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371898689949558898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/SozRZZ_UaHI/AAAAAAAABrs/b9-Jk9NF3ZM/s320/P1080621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pensar es más interesante que saber, pero menos interesante que&lt;br /&gt;mirar."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Johann Wolfgang Goethe&lt;/strong&gt; Poeta y  dramaturgo alemán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donde?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; La ventana de mi habitacion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Hace algunos meses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A este peque le encanta pararse en la ventana y ver lo que estoy haciendo, y a mi me parece muy simpatico. Es curioso como a veces cosas simples pueden darnos tanta alegria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;publicado en http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872783982844384532-7102985048999399826?l=quemilpalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7102985048999399826/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872783982844384532&amp;postID=7102985048999399826&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/7102985048999399826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872783982844384532/posts/default/7102985048999399826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://quemilpalabras.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-miron-de-la-ventana.html" title="El miron de la ventana" /><author><name>eugenio abraham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196109767949992307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/Sh7JUoCJTBI/AAAAAAAABms/apEaAk3WmZk/S220/P1010906_bweb.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLrxOwD4U_E/SozRZZ_UaHI/AAAAAAAABrs/b9-Jk9NF3ZM/s72-c/P1080621.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

