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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CZiWTWUi0N1PTaPZFfSrVGQC6TE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CZiWTWUi0N1PTaPZFfSrVGQC6TE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/cytA/~4/cSI7Uaulmz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidatransgresiva.blogspot.com/2010/01/anoche-vi-algo-jodido-volviendo-casa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEHR3k7cSp7ImA9WxBXFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2878148188668483573.post-3476291701716686008</id><published>2010-01-26T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:30:36.709-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-26T10:30:36.709-08:00</app:edited><title>La habitación china</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2878148188668483573&amp;postID=3476291701716686008" title="3 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2878148188668483573/posts/default/3476291701716686008?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2878148188668483573/posts/default/3476291701716686008?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/cytA/~3/Z8L0yYbm_5c/la-habitacion-china.html" title="La habitación china" /><author><name>DM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">&amp;lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&amp;gt;     Normal   0   21                                 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &amp;lt;![endif]--&amp;gt; &amp;lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:SimSun; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:宋体; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@SimSun"; 	panose-
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GbNvQX4whKK-znT01UrzUWVKUSU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GbNvQX4whKK-znT01UrzUWVKUSU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/cytA/~4/pV3ZCmOaNkQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidatransgresiva.blogspot.com/2010/01/paris-el-amor-y-suputamadre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4FR3wzfyp7ImA9WxBQEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2878148188668483573.post-493768094599752369</id><published>2010-01-09T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:25:16.287-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-09T19:25:16.287-08:00</app:edited><title>Y dijo Dios...</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2878148188668483573&amp;postID=493768094599752369" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2878148188668483573/posts/default/493768094599752369?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2878148188668483573/posts/default/493768094599752369?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/cytA/~3/wGC-G_mr2ow/y-dijo-dios.html" title="Y dijo Dios..." /><author><name>DM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Inspirado en ‘La injusticia express‘ y, claro, en la Biblia. El derecho de autor es la nueva religión. Los ciudadanos somos todos pecadores en potencia. La cultura es la hostia. El Gobierno es la ira de Dios. Vergüenza nacional.mangasverdes.es
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cUaXHXKBfI9j3noTyqRhxhIdQb0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cUaXHXKBfI9j3noTyqRhxhIdQb0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/cytA/~4/nM8z66Hwy-I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidatransgresiva.blogspot.com/2010/01/hagan-juego.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DQng4fyp7ImA9WxBRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2878148188668483573.post-5625944196728934988</id><published>2010-01-01T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:27:53.637-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-01T14:27:53.637-08:00</app:edited><title>Medio pan y un libro</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2878148188668483573&amp;postID=5625944196728934988" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2878148188668483573/posts/default/5625944196728934988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2878148188668483573/posts/default/5625944196728934988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/cytA/~3/jrBPK0-XERY/medio-pan-y-un-libro.html" title="Medio pan y un libro" /><author><name>DM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Por eso no tengo nunca un libro, porque regalo cuantos compro, que son infinitos, y por eso estoy aquí honrado y contento de inaugurar esta biblioteca del pueblo, la primera seguramente en toda la provincia de Granada.No sólo de pan vive el hombre. Yo, si tuviera hambre y estuviera desvalido en la calle no pediría un pan; sino que pediría medio pan y un libro. Y yo ataco desde aquí violentamente 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uo1uZHWd2gXNXON1EAL6d7H1zo4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uo1uZHWd2gXNXON1EAL6d7H1zo4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/cytA/~4/zm3l-KHgTEc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidatransgresiva.blogspot.com/2009/01/pisando-embragues.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMSHk9cSp7ImA9WxVTGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2878148188668483573.post-2925900239448400644</id><published>2009-01-02T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:59:49.769-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-02T05:59:49.769-08:00</app:edited><title>Siempre habrá un Dios...</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2878148188668483573&amp;postID=2925900239448400644" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2878148188668483573/posts/default/2925900239448400644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2878148188668483573/posts/default/2925900239448400644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/cytA/~3/eShaZRcMd8Y/siempre-habr-un-dios.html" title="Siempre habrá un Dios..." /><author><name>DM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6niJHJkha2E/SV4dpkaENMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yvh0p76QdgI/s72-c/22_grekriot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Recopilando imágenes del 2008 esta es la que más significativa me ha parecido:“Con Biblia, Talmud, Corán y Torá siempre habrá un Dios para apoyar la guerra” (Mario Benedetti)Espero que este nuevo año os depare lo mejor, un saludo desde VidaTransgresiva.
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