tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56979524571510785012024-10-24T05:13:08.094-03:00Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-89864127507204098512012-01-01T01:44:00.001-03:002012-01-01T01:44:44.610-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiMIwEd9yCbLg1KATkf3PV1eO0eVppXfeRcIR5kmL4tXKyv3MQTxbnElh95x04f5VxnCA8cax8L5fMAX0m6zQBb8mfzRmKti-hvHjfB52JvkDJoRP7E_JBRGamUuQsYBehiSCPH-6m_8/s1600/happy_new_year_2012_feliz--an%25CC%2583o-nuevo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiMIwEd9yCbLg1KATkf3PV1eO0eVppXfeRcIR5kmL4tXKyv3MQTxbnElh95x04f5VxnCA8cax8L5fMAX0m6zQBb8mfzRmKti-hvHjfB52JvkDJoRP7E_JBRGamUuQsYBehiSCPH-6m_8/s320/happy_new_year_2012_feliz--an%25CC%2583o-nuevo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br />Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-26653925287445766422011-08-07T21:45:00.002-03:002011-08-07T21:47:02.828-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FoY0pfI7ueZPvlJwBM6HDOhyphenhyphenYdgEwTiviLamAzhme_3z0u5zFxB6gZKXJEpJKmTZgliCDiiCDqK_-kw8hf9nR8oHY7fncWhOcep-neWoQIHuPnBiPSxONP51O1IpoaE5RrEA_yeYpc4/s1600/Suricatito.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638280193151417138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FoY0pfI7ueZPvlJwBM6HDOhyphenhyphenYdgEwTiviLamAzhme_3z0u5zFxB6gZKXJEpJKmTZgliCDiiCDqK_-kw8hf9nR8oHY7fncWhOcep-neWoQIHuPnBiPSxONP51O1IpoaE5RrEA_yeYpc4/s400/Suricatito.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center">Me quedé sin adjetivos y a esta hora está todo cerrado...</div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-38814878645471779092011-01-01T01:10:00.001-03:002011-01-01T01:12:33.390-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tbqHuHoYQhFrTHG-RF-iIYfct-5QlxW6PCroXt9hHjLAZFdhOWypRWk16jKIt86p-7Oilr1hXU9BXD4iUfYGEhf0OZIoMNqWpSkPLDVIENaL9n_8gqLak9xXqzuuKf5hMnpbJfb56xk/s1600/000017344445.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557065547187862866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tbqHuHoYQhFrTHG-RF-iIYfct-5QlxW6PCroXt9hHjLAZFdhOWypRWk16jKIt86p-7Oilr1hXU9BXD4iUfYGEhf0OZIoMNqWpSkPLDVIENaL9n_8gqLak9xXqzuuKf5hMnpbJfb56xk/s400/000017344445.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Por un 2011 super cumplidor de sueños</div><br /><div align="center">(sin importar la dimensión de los mismos)... </div><br /><div align="center">A ser feliz!!!!!!! Vamos que la vida es una fiesta!!!!!</div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-31707705016113685152010-01-06T15:48:00.002-03:002010-01-06T15:48:38.898-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rGubED6XmxmMQQzTXZi9caiXMolJbUgMxErDfqj2MUTZpiSGjS3nawuIpGBVKOXxRxnmOcxNtGxcHllldtbrGlMTQ9OiMdh8iPvfKd235-Fk_wuLFJ6SlmY8ycuGCv41qcf9gejqGXQ/s1600-h/sandro.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423700637027584626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rGubED6XmxmMQQzTXZi9caiXMolJbUgMxErDfqj2MUTZpiSGjS3nawuIpGBVKOXxRxnmOcxNtGxcHllldtbrGlMTQ9OiMdh8iPvfKd235-Fk_wuLFJ6SlmY8ycuGCv41qcf9gejqGXQ/s400/sandro.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">"No quiero que me lloren cuando me vaya a la eternidad...<br />Quiero que me recuerden como la misma felicidad"... </div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-76222504270690560282009-12-31T00:16:00.003-03:002009-12-31T00:19:23.325-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzdMcyUxcvgNTUADCCgP1QmFoPFWM7CEqaccM6hOXMwbD8ZQ8DtYjaYcDTn1QBz_l4iYXgV1yIj-vLsQNjqA-5AliwpKw7FSgtGgwNtFPHDsZZ2666D1536hbFNjPVBaEyK68810k_n8/s1600-h/321.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421234670717399554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzdMcyUxcvgNTUADCCgP1QmFoPFWM7CEqaccM6hOXMwbD8ZQ8DtYjaYcDTn1QBz_l4iYXgV1yIj-vLsQNjqA-5AliwpKw7FSgtGgwNtFPHDsZZ2666D1536hbFNjPVBaEyK68810k_n8/s400/321.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Hay hombres que luchan un dia y son buenos. Hay otros que luchan un año y son mejores. Hay quienes luchan muchos años y son muy buenos. Pero hay los que luchan toda la vida: esos son los imprescindibles. </div><br /><div>Bertolt Brecht</div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-56453039007089628042009-12-24T18:36:00.002-03:002009-12-24T18:37:20.241-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-AVk158Dx2lrKbogZB1bK4fQzZpDjpZm7M9M5BECDuQVxjmLbnVTp5YLj4CUWHDPaocgzHErGXai7EyCjSqIhyphenhyphenN_6sY9mGgyMczLZOEgzQtZZ-9KzP3gMkofDwNYuOEgrpo3zmnSvug/s1600-h/Dl7faLrj56NY.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418920003663876722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-AVk158Dx2lrKbogZB1bK4fQzZpDjpZm7M9M5BECDuQVxjmLbnVTp5YLj4CUWHDPaocgzHErGXai7EyCjSqIhyphenhyphenN_6sY9mGgyMczLZOEgzQtZZ-9KzP3gMkofDwNYuOEgrpo3zmnSvug/s400/Dl7faLrj56NY.gif" /></a><br /><div></div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-45441043532648030442009-12-08T22:10:00.001-03:002009-12-08T22:11:36.631-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisiJjEQnuyEYVgydEmOoc6P6qs6IUMuSu_gOyvOmuPcxHmEuRigQy2zaSa6cVoAkUNlwXgJLqhgW5b-wxcZGNWEI5zcKAopo6UD3WJ3gxW7K5Nq3RqWZVthqCHLb_Wd9SAWNgSxov0yr4/s1600-h/labios.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413037794691125954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisiJjEQnuyEYVgydEmOoc6P6qs6IUMuSu_gOyvOmuPcxHmEuRigQy2zaSa6cVoAkUNlwXgJLqhgW5b-wxcZGNWEI5zcKAopo6UD3WJ3gxW7K5Nq3RqWZVthqCHLb_Wd9SAWNgSxov0yr4/s400/labios.jpg" /></a> A menudo los labios más urgentes no tienen prisa dos besos después...<br /><div align="center">Joaquín Sabina</div></div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-34099312556613326772009-09-28T05:20:00.001-03:002009-09-28T05:22:12.158-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxbHDxFrgvFGhaKiO8r5EvDjCb1N53Ksi2LAqWHyHo066A-yFRjNNJqEzdhHT30yl71WY3ZqazVVy_ZaABvmG9hgZSkXOsJqHPPLQO2k67pCvYpKt0Bw_sEtnCkVTHfy38W2TyXBtAb8/s1600-h/shirley-novak-flower-art.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386430672293280290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxbHDxFrgvFGhaKiO8r5EvDjCb1N53Ksi2LAqWHyHo066A-yFRjNNJqEzdhHT30yl71WY3ZqazVVy_ZaABvmG9hgZSkXOsJqHPPLQO2k67pCvYpKt0Bw_sEtnCkVTHfy38W2TyXBtAb8/s400/shirley-novak-flower-art.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">"Todos los días Dios nos da un momento en que<br />es posible cambiar todo lo que nos hace infelices.<br />El instante mágico es el momento en que un sí<br />o un no pueden cambiar toda nuestra existencia."<br /><br />Paulo Coelho </div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-1848440208785884122009-09-21T05:45:00.000-03:002009-09-21T05:46:16.427-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKj2ll-NRVNj8OXS2w30PG7LAHF2V2_1vhZ57vCmOoNq4U3X4tOm30gOM_2A5U2e0c2AVUaoAg-1bgSvz9V-tVzuoLOQePXDujZrVXLb14in3-Us2wNmNPNaxv4oAZqxe-JRbj-lkp47Q/s1600-h/000estela.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383839273306547874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKj2ll-NRVNj8OXS2w30PG7LAHF2V2_1vhZ57vCmOoNq4U3X4tOm30gOM_2A5U2e0c2AVUaoAg-1bgSvz9V-tVzuoLOQePXDujZrVXLb14in3-Us2wNmNPNaxv4oAZqxe-JRbj-lkp47Q/s400/000estela.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-2417447980600023302009-09-20T18:48:00.001-03:002009-09-20T18:49:55.267-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu1pbmMGp9FV7fKYDGCKGa6EkMN3s0biropIXyIexzdGZDArbdnzOBTI7APoKeYn6fBK8QY2e-H7zZRwrEOulc6PcFmJGhsTrNkQ60xzU6yrwP4lqbqYxlF7dcHpTDr7yWQcTl7_lvkVY/s1600-h/spring_1__1_-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383670119726793762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu1pbmMGp9FV7fKYDGCKGa6EkMN3s0biropIXyIexzdGZDArbdnzOBTI7APoKeYn6fBK8QY2e-H7zZRwrEOulc6PcFmJGhsTrNkQ60xzU6yrwP4lqbqYxlF7dcHpTDr7yWQcTl7_lvkVY/s400/spring_1__1_-1.jpg" /></a> <div align="center">Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrán detener la primavera.<br />(Pablo Neruda) </div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-49099529592721665562009-09-11T07:55:00.001-03:002009-09-11T07:57:53.931-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvLjkDNJyt2xkbkzoWjxZx9YC0AWMWTkQiv6WvzEgV-Z2JifZtLZ5DWb8y9x7RVvodvW7q36KLz8Uh-rLRKCzhDwc28Z4axsdNSoFoazoPn3TGLrlamefscWOxsK2GGvXB8hcHOwIuE4/s1600-h/puente.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380162355144886578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvLjkDNJyt2xkbkzoWjxZx9YC0AWMWTkQiv6WvzEgV-Z2JifZtLZ5DWb8y9x7RVvodvW7q36KLz8Uh-rLRKCzhDwc28Z4axsdNSoFoazoPn3TGLrlamefscWOxsK2GGvXB8hcHOwIuE4/s400/puente.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">"...El Maestro Ideal es aquel que se pone<br />en el papel de un Puente<br />por el cual invita a sus Alumnos a cruzar,<br />y que luego de haberlos ayudado en el cruce<br />se desploma con alegría,<br />alentándolos a crear sus Propios Puentes"<br /><br />Nikos Kazantzakis </div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-49239683101828048122009-09-06T18:56:00.002-03:002009-09-06T18:57:29.609-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-T6vifVC0qdEQupTswqcWBj9_hsG3GB7VE-ME_DsOxOTiL3Cxl204dHtlmkNnM9tVbFV_9pzxmp35QXpWusgsS-c70ZvaIaIQGBI2JpZ9TbZBswBOoCpo7lm0yCBatbtTmgcNrcJb9XA/s1600-h/curriculum.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378476791732065234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-T6vifVC0qdEQupTswqcWBj9_hsG3GB7VE-ME_DsOxOTiL3Cxl204dHtlmkNnM9tVbFV_9pzxmp35QXpWusgsS-c70ZvaIaIQGBI2JpZ9TbZBswBOoCpo7lm0yCBatbtTmgcNrcJb9XA/s400/curriculum.gif" /></a><br /><div>¿Qué hay que hacer? Escribir la solicitud y anexar el curriculum. Sin importar lo largo de la vida, el curriculum ha de ser breve. Rige la consistencia y elegir bien los hechos. Cambiar paisajes por direcciones y recuerdos borrosos por fechas fijas. De todos los amores sólo el del matrimonio, y de los hijos nada más los nacidos. Importa más quién te conoce y no a quién has conocido.<br /><br />De tantos viajes, sólo los internacionales. Pertenecer a algo y no: ¿por qué? Menciones honoríficas sin su razón. Escribe como si nunca hubieras hablado contigo. Y pasarás de largo. No hables de perros, gatos, pájaros. Arrumba los recuerdos, los amigos, los sueños. Más sobre el precio, menos sobre el valor. Mejor el título que el contenido. Mejor la talla de tus zapatos que a dónde llevan.<br /><br />A quién se supone que eres. Anexar una foto, la oreja descubierta: lo que importa es su forma, no lo que oye.<br /><br />¿Y qué es lo que se oye? El estruendo de la trituradora que destruye expedientes.<br /><br />(Aparece en la película "El hombre que corría tras el viento") </div><div><a href="http://amediavoz.com/szymborska.htm">http://amediavoz.com/szymborska.htm</a></div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-52428390640404685632009-09-06T17:07:00.002-03:002009-09-06T17:07:47.739-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Y-PatQ6xQvNcdkVg1bEl-0SC-Ouq34uk6SeJUn7TBs8xSePQxoVlkXH3DwYGl9kdKHN6k1EpDiK_7h-sPNrT60tpP98BE7gohclTq4O_AqBHYvZurtnKYxDVdkpUHgIyBZ3L8AkKMog/s1600-h/confucio_estatua_en_yueyang_hunan_640.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378448599734543122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Y-PatQ6xQvNcdkVg1bEl-0SC-Ouq34uk6SeJUn7TBs8xSePQxoVlkXH3DwYGl9kdKHN6k1EpDiK_7h-sPNrT60tpP98BE7gohclTq4O_AqBHYvZurtnKYxDVdkpUHgIyBZ3L8AkKMog/s400/confucio_estatua_en_yueyang_hunan_640.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">"Me lo contaron y lo olvidé;<br />lo ví y lo entendí;<br />lo hice y lo aprendí"<br />Confucio </div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-32189671673704112642009-08-31T20:58:00.001-03:002009-08-31T20:58:56.405-03:00<p align="center"><a href="http://www.blogday.org/" target="_blank"><img alt="Blog Day 2009" src="http://www.blogday.org/images/badge_red.gif" width="310" height="130" /></a></p>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-56910478935360527062009-08-30T19:03:00.001-03:002009-08-30T19:05:09.223-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTy8qDRzVK8VSJadCbB1JSqUboP-aU23VONsA4UitoZGX2ulcLKgkXjyV8KkXXeiYhHLuHgC-ly4UfrbicBhoV5aRRLtx-UN2r1lM8IL2ZAShs4sVWzhiKnivQ7Kca_wRojRXgJ6VfJ0/s1600-h/1+(37).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375881262996338034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTy8qDRzVK8VSJadCbB1JSqUboP-aU23VONsA4UitoZGX2ulcLKgkXjyV8KkXXeiYhHLuHgC-ly4UfrbicBhoV5aRRLtx-UN2r1lM8IL2ZAShs4sVWzhiKnivQ7Kca_wRojRXgJ6VfJ0/s400/1+(37).jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Al fin y al cabo, somos lo que hacemos para cambiar lo que somos.</span></div><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Eduardo Galeano</span><br /></div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-42614224337558311302009-08-17T22:10:00.000-03:002009-08-17T22:11:26.956-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWq046h7RnF_7cLuUcEI84-LDreHp5BFooqumfG2j5pSwUqi2CnRXmMDxz0-RjvBOWd66MevItjcJm2vryKKYdVGrepNIRYc7VfiBUkjJnPKqlCcWCDowQ7XwgafqJwJD2fhvmmBf9BNY/s1600-h/1360015555_c598cc00ee_o.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371105148095551362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWq046h7RnF_7cLuUcEI84-LDreHp5BFooqumfG2j5pSwUqi2CnRXmMDxz0-RjvBOWd66MevItjcJm2vryKKYdVGrepNIRYc7VfiBUkjJnPKqlCcWCDowQ7XwgafqJwJD2fhvmmBf9BNY/s400/1360015555_c598cc00ee_o.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-16111775000206149742009-08-07T05:15:00.002-03:002009-08-07T05:19:12.662-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpA88Mj2jW5rT_aoAGm3ZbOkzkwvsyQ1s96SdXFrpGwTIV2GAcMAM1t0x-sF2hMWVh5mSSHzxiOwR45yZT6N2oWF8LX-MH_qC2LjBIrdqwGiWM4RJGkFYVunZ0nbIwuwqL9qLBN9Vf6E/s1600-h/caritafeliz3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367133496690817490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpA88Mj2jW5rT_aoAGm3ZbOkzkwvsyQ1s96SdXFrpGwTIV2GAcMAM1t0x-sF2hMWVh5mSSHzxiOwR45yZT6N2oWF8LX-MH_qC2LjBIrdqwGiWM4RJGkFYVunZ0nbIwuwqL9qLBN9Vf6E/s400/caritafeliz3.jpg" /></a><br /><div>"Tengo mi propia versión del optimismo. Si no puedo cruzar una puerta, cruzaré otra o haré otra puerta. Algo maravilloso vendrá, no importa lo oscuro que esté el presente".<br />Rabindranath Tagore </div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-77402071183044247802009-07-16T21:29:00.002-03:002009-07-16T21:34:23.116-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pqZ8DekIpPbxB328p_w9007kq3HG_BrpUmuhHSBS2GvK12Snr7IVKhQxBcHGBT8umZXlX7cpCJXDJCxalmlZap3tL4Kslvx8zKrv1j65nOm91PkoGS0kOkwt4ZJPA_RquVNenDILvUg/s1600-h/TRISTEZA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pqZ8DekIpPbxB328p_w9007kq3HG_BrpUmuhHSBS2GvK12Snr7IVKhQxBcHGBT8umZXlX7cpCJXDJCxalmlZap3tL4Kslvx8zKrv1j65nOm91PkoGS0kOkwt4ZJPA_RquVNenDILvUg/s400/TRISTEZA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359220499005488754" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-family:'Antraxja Goth 1938';font-size:100%;" lang="ES-AR" >Nada expresa mejor nuestra aflicción que el no decir nada.</span></div> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";color:black;" >Richard<span style=""> </span>Crashaw (</span><span style=";color:black;" >1613 - 1649), fue un poeta barroco inglés.</span></span></p>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-76736619884193537422009-07-09T18:26:00.002-03:002009-07-09T18:33:41.797-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHrUy3rAJng3ZfGiaHzhjHRKdtrqOdtQDY5WedVdb9HhgET104QNpNkhj-Ix3_yFun6D1PT4bTtdmhEj5azibIHxMq9ahaGY27SgzdIEnhKKEjrzq2Dy5RssVrmwDwaes1rFWeDCs6n8/s1600-h/fyp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHrUy3rAJng3ZfGiaHzhjHRKdtrqOdtQDY5WedVdb9HhgET104QNpNkhj-Ix3_yFun6D1PT4bTtdmhEj5azibIHxMq9ahaGY27SgzdIEnhKKEjrzq2Dy5RssVrmwDwaes1rFWeDCs6n8/s400/fyp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356576707089306450" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="t">Porque nadie puede saber por ti. Nadie puede crecer por ti. Nadie puede buscar por ti. Nadie puede hacer por ti lo que tú mismo debes hacer. La existencia no admite representantes.</div> <div class="o"> <a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=453058052"><br /></a> </div> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jorge Bucay</span> <span></span>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-13037187985319969372009-07-07T15:35:00.002-03:002009-07-07T15:36:29.705-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVHmps9wp6l79alG7RhdAzWIz4Yh6T3eHeOvQu7EDhUc_7ckBQrStZuSieIBWgGUVZBNYCUdApoyv3s4lhXf-cda2aNWB3Qy5QDH_xZVTpTWjF40A8NaNpLbzUwfQKR9Gx_lBxqO_2gs/s1600-h/RD1016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaVHmps9wp6l79alG7RhdAzWIz4Yh6T3eHeOvQu7EDhUc_7ckBQrStZuSieIBWgGUVZBNYCUdApoyv3s4lhXf-cda2aNWB3Qy5QDH_xZVTpTWjF40A8NaNpLbzUwfQKR9Gx_lBxqO_2gs/s400/RD1016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355788930347884002" border="0" /></a><br />Cuando bailas, tu objetivo no es ir a un lugar determinado de la pista. Es disfrutar cada paso del "camino".<br />Wayne DyerLalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-43954115485491384322009-06-29T14:58:00.002-03:002009-06-29T15:02:10.000-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9Qdiopzu5rqX1qXo5zfB29BrRQoCSqdFwYxppxK7rTjR1sB_KTaE76wjlnwuuxAsOIDBvW4gi8D_udmK7YEXlx-j31ZP6zUNwmTCDc9e61eoSI1oUmULbM0utibfgt39MwdlmJJwNYI/s1600-h/al325.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352811346569783186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9Qdiopzu5rqX1qXo5zfB29BrRQoCSqdFwYxppxK7rTjR1sB_KTaE76wjlnwuuxAsOIDBvW4gi8D_udmK7YEXlx-j31ZP6zUNwmTCDc9e61eoSI1oUmULbM0utibfgt39MwdlmJJwNYI/s400/al325.bmp" /></a> "Se la alegría fuese patrimonio sintomático <div align="center">de los felices, habría poquísima en el mundo."</div><br />Fernando Savater<br /></div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-25305204876053512032009-06-19T20:02:00.001-03:002009-06-19T20:04:22.297-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQ6R7QdBNUvllBUXWEty2EY5p4q1chOo6sanO5UhDpYD06WGSDyiCOGoHZE4lV6GU4cbkQ1gfIDZNKbhSqMiLifD2E_Qimd493NNzjvSnETpEwANTmkK17B-BM1fmJ-leYITfJmClo7A/s1600-h/sugarglider.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349178401877343074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQ6R7QdBNUvllBUXWEty2EY5p4q1chOo6sanO5UhDpYD06WGSDyiCOGoHZE4lV6GU4cbkQ1gfIDZNKbhSqMiLifD2E_Qimd493NNzjvSnETpEwANTmkK17B-BM1fmJ-leYITfJmClo7A/s400/sugarglider.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">He aprendido que estar con aquello que me gusta es suficiente.<br />Walt Whitman</div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-34806001249838571512009-06-19T05:26:00.000-03:002009-06-19T05:27:14.857-03:00Lo último que quiero que me pase cuando estoy escribiendo es ser hechizado por la imaginación de otro. <br />En este estado me gusta leer tres, cuatro o cinco libros a la vez, mezclándolos, hasta que formen una obra bizarra, <br />compleja y rococó mucho más interesante que cada uno de los libros con que está compuesta.<br />Steven MillhauserLalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-66246556438171618522009-06-07T19:58:00.002-03:002009-06-07T19:59:37.649-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ZliU6m8Q4dNnOqriuR4ToHAiQfMJjSiqu8svbcBnmcty-6lQVPFjr7yGvWTe7N7Ardysh4a1tsjG9qTRyXoko6gVP9hLGEZomLKrwa_PaAzcPJ5lB0_Wo7N2EcOTVqNbDmhkrp-iwdk/s1600-h/unadetantas-detalle.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344724088982746642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ZliU6m8Q4dNnOqriuR4ToHAiQfMJjSiqu8svbcBnmcty-6lQVPFjr7yGvWTe7N7Ardysh4a1tsjG9qTRyXoko6gVP9hLGEZomLKrwa_PaAzcPJ5lB0_Wo7N2EcOTVqNbDmhkrp-iwdk/s400/unadetantas-detalle.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEHb6raGyeI&amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></p>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697952457151078501.post-31825276310620188422009-05-31T18:47:00.002-03:002009-05-31T18:48:37.107-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtdsi_8j1Bj-rwVLzyAqDxAAzb_2eifXrG47BnKiZXx0n_SgJhgxmKCgGDkXUdqdyNuar0jAVCI9K8RohIHFh3csgg42-H5rEl9R8kIbxISm4or73xFSGafZYt1V_qXURrQVQ1zocnBw/s1600-h/Absolute-Beautiful-I-Print-C10292547.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342108241808825602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtdsi_8j1Bj-rwVLzyAqDxAAzb_2eifXrG47BnKiZXx0n_SgJhgxmKCgGDkXUdqdyNuar0jAVCI9K8RohIHFh3csgg42-H5rEl9R8kIbxISm4or73xFSGafZYt1V_qXURrQVQ1zocnBw/s400/Absolute-Beautiful-I-Print-C10292547.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Para que pueda surgir lo posible </div><div align="center">es preciso intentar una y otra vez lo imposible"<br />Hermann Hesse</div>Lalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16160355997124855468noreply@blogger.com0