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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INSXk4fyp7ImA9WhRbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127</id><updated>2012-02-07T23:53:18.737-03:00</updated><category term="marie antoinette" /><category term="musica" /><category term="fernanda espoleta" /><category term="sofia coppola" /><category term="picture pie" /><category term="superziper.com" /><category term="Outfits" /><category term="decoración" /><category term="russian red" /><category term="textos" /><category term="videos" /><category term="muestras" /><category term="dibujos" /><category term="8tracks" /><category term="livro" /><category term="lounge" /><category term="youtube" /><category term="blog" /><category term="book" /><category term="the beatles" /><category term="letras" /><category term="prensa" /><category term="fernanda takai" /><category term="pallet bed" /><category term="frases" /><category term="metropolis" /><category term="craft" /><category term="fritz lang" /><category term="kirsten dunst" /><category term="pocket show" /><category term="ronaldo fraga" /><category term="oiticica" /><category term="Ilustraciones" /><category term="kate wilson" /><category term="natura" /><category term="spfw" /><category term="mixtape" /><category term="juana molina" /><category term="brasil" /><category term="pato fu" /><title>let me be your valentine</title><subtitle type="html">art, music, design, fashion, fellings.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</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/vLBM" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/vlbm" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFQn46eyp7ImA9WhRbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-5347069088103299877</id><published>2012-02-01T10:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:56:53.013-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T10:56:53.013-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fernanda takai" /><title>A Mulher Que Não Queria Acreditar</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Soy de esas personas que tienen gustos particulares, que no le gusta lo común pero no llega al snobismo. Creo que tengo una personalidad muy maleable, capaz de adaptarme a innumeras situaciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Este pensamiento vino a raíz de que a pesar de que me encantan iconos de belleza como Alexa Chung, Eddie Segwick o Zooey Deschannel, mi musa inspiradora de vida es &lt;a href="http://www.fernandatakai.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Fernanda Takai&lt;/a&gt; (cantante, escritora, compositora). Su sencillez de ser y estilo recatado me encantan. Y su buen humor y alegría que transmite constantemente. Hasta en las prendas que utiliza (creaciones del mejor diseñador brasilero, &lt;a href="http://www.ronaldofraga.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Ronaldo Fraga&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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en el 2005&amp;nbsp;aprendí&amp;nbsp;(y sigo) a ser una experta en internet&lt;br /&gt;
a fines del 2006 aprendí a coser a maquina y hacer carteras&lt;br /&gt;
en el 2007&amp;nbsp;aprendí&amp;nbsp;hacer patrones y arme a fernanda espoleta (como un microemprendimiento de bolsos y carteras de tela)&lt;br /&gt;
en el 2008&amp;nbsp;aprendí&amp;nbsp;a tejer a dos agujas y a vender bufandas&lt;br /&gt;
en el 2009&amp;nbsp;aprendí&amp;nbsp;a tejer a crochet y hacer amigurumis&lt;br /&gt;
en el 2010&amp;nbsp;aprendí&amp;nbsp;a hacer diseño web y&amp;nbsp;resurgió&amp;nbsp;fernanda espoleta como microemprendimiento de "tejido de diseño de autor" y principalmente con venta de amigurumis&lt;br /&gt;
en el 2011&amp;nbsp;aprendí&amp;nbsp;a manejar profesionalmente redes sociales&lt;br /&gt;
en el 2012... quiero aprender muchas más cosas que en todos estos años.&lt;br /&gt;
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ambición por 1000%. we can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-1312514323824900041?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/1312514323824900041/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/skills.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/1312514323824900041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/1312514323824900041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/aZAhfqF5qsI/skills.html" title="skills" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/skills.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYCQns8cCp7ImA9WhRVGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-8572994453487242418</id><published>2012-01-21T20:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:26:03.578-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T11:26:03.578-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mixtape" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fernanda takai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="8tracks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musica" /><title>Mixtape: Songs You Don't Know From Fernanda Takai</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="288" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/522291/player_v3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/522291/player_v3" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="288" allowscriptaccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tracklist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;01. Memories Of Summer (Natsu No Omoide) - Yasuda Toshiyuki feat. Fernanda Takai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;02. Boas Festas - Pato Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;03. Antes Que Seja Tarde (Acústico) - Pato Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;04. Kobune (O Barquinho) (Acústico) - Fernanda Takai &amp;amp; John Ulhoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;05. There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart) (Acústico) - Fernanda Takai &amp;amp; John Ulhoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;06. Spoc (Ensaio Mtv Ao Vivo) - Pato Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;07. Amor Em Pedaços - Rita Lee part. Fernanda Takai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;08. Boas Razões - Zélia Duncan part. Fernanda Takai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;
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01.  Next Time Around - Little Joy&lt;br /&gt;
02.  Capullito de Aleli - Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;
03.  Aguas De Março - Atom™ + Toshiyuki Yasuda Feat. Fernanda Takai + Moreno Veloso&lt;br /&gt;
04.  Tropicália (Mario C 2011 Remix) - Beck + Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;
05.  I, Yi, Yi , Yi, Yi, (love You Very Much) - Carmen Miranda&lt;br /&gt;
06.  Menina Bordada - Marcelo Camelo&lt;br /&gt;
07.  Leãozinho - Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;
08.  Condicional - Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;
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¿Les gusto? ¡Compartan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-5218577563975381690?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/5218577563975381690/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/mixtape-i-heart-indie-brazil-ss-2012.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/5218577563975381690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/5218577563975381690?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/gPB_IRJ0y-0/mixtape-i-heart-indie-brazil-ss-2012.html" title="Mixtape: i heart (indie) brazil (s/s 2012)" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/mixtape-i-heart-indie-brazil-ss-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQXs4eyp7ImA9WhRVEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-5181230114154457955</id><published>2012-01-09T10:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:40:00.533-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T10:40:00.533-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><title>stop-motion</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;El primero que conoci de esta generación de stop-motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="480" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Coldplay siempre es lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lb9X5jMofEo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lb9X5jMofEo?version=3&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;En este amo el look aniñado de la chica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwX7uEiEWx4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=es_MX"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwX7uEiEWx4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=es_MX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-5181230114154457955?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/5181230114154457955/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/stop-motion_09.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/5181230114154457955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/5181230114154457955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/kr7s_4X9IeI/stop-motion_09.html" title="stop-motion" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/stop-motion_09.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8GQXczcCp7ImA9WhRWF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-6216995517201048176</id><published>2012-01-04T22:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:23:40.988-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-05T00:23:40.988-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title>Víspera de año nuevo</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Hay coca la gaseosa agua helada birra birra" (sonido en off del Sarmiento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yo: Euge, ¡dijo birra! A ver, espera, que ahí vuelve. Lo va a decir de nuevo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Hay coca la gaseosa agua birra birra”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yo: ¿lo escuchaste? ¿¿¿Como que no??? Espera, seguro pasa de nuevo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(Pasan 5 minutos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Hay cerveza Quilmes birra birra birra”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-Viste? Dijo birra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Euge: Ah… sí… dijo algo así como “Hay birra birra birra, birra birra, BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (se queda afónico y se muere)”, no? Ah, no? Uff, la flashie entonces. Debe ser que es año nuevo y no le presté atención.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-6216995517201048176?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/6216995517201048176/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/vispera-de-ano-nuevo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/6216995517201048176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/6216995517201048176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/9jo9OCiM3sI/vispera-de-ano-nuevo.html" title="Víspera de año nuevo" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/vispera-de-ano-nuevo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INRno5cCp7ImA9WhRWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-196166733843506764</id><published>2012-01-01T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:59:57.428-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T22:59:57.428-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title>Adiós diciembre</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z07g40tkGyo/TwEPgzw93QI/AAAAAAAAAnI/7T0sLjO3vFo/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z07g40tkGyo/TwEPgzw93QI/AAAAAAAAAnI/7T0sLjO3vFo/s640/2012.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Diciembre siempre fue unos de los meses que más adoro del año. Tal vez por que es el mes de mi cumple años, las fiestas, o se siente ese clima pre-vacaciones/verano. Siempre que empieza diciembre me siento como muy feliz y ansiosa por las cosas que pueden pasar ese mes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Y este año no fue distinto. Un mes lleno de&amp;nbsp;alegrías&amp;nbsp;y muchos acontecimientos agradablemente felices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Si uno tiene que hacer un balance a fin de año en forma de listita podría ser como:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;-haber empezado a trabajar en marketing online - social media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;-haberme mudado a un depto hermoso a estrenar que me recuerda a Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;-haberle regalado mis amigurumis a mi musa inspiradora de vida y de nombre de marca, Fernanda Takai, y poder haber visto su recital solo "Luz Negra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;-haber hecho nuevos amigos y conservar los de muchos años. Mi staff de amistades solo va&amp;nbsp;creciendo, y me siento muy afortunada por eso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;-cada día aprender cosas nuevas y sentirme&amp;nbsp;íntegra&amp;nbsp;como persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Creo que cada uno tiene su lista de logros personales y está bueno recordarlos. Adiós diciembre, adiós 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;2012, vas a tener que esmerarte para ser aún mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-196166733843506764?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/196166733843506764/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/adios-diciembre.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/196166733843506764?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/196166733843506764?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/39TLe3BXbuA/adios-diciembre.html" title="Adiós diciembre" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z07g40tkGyo/TwEPgzw93QI/AAAAAAAAAnI/7T0sLjO3vFo/s72-c/2012.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2012/01/adios-diciembre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GQXk8eyp7ImA9WhRbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-4559126669364759436</id><published>2011-12-21T20:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:02:00.773-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T11:02:00.773-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title>quotes</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;No hay día más perdido que aquel en el que no hemos&amp;nbsp;reído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Charles Chaplin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-4559126669364759436?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/4559126669364759436/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-hay-dia-mas-perdido-que-aquel-en-el.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/4559126669364759436?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/4559126669364759436?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/JdDO7PSlR84/no-hay-dia-mas-perdido-que-aquel-en-el.html" title="quotes" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-hay-dia-mas-perdido-que-aquel-en-el.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBSXcyfSp7ImA9WhRQF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-1841774559743699504</id><published>2011-12-13T01:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:30:58.995-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T01:30:58.995-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prensa" /><title>Ser nativo 2.0</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Porque a veces uno crece y le hacen notas en el diario La Nación impresa:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Soy la voz de la empresa en las redes sociales", define Florencia Libertini, Community Manager (CM) o gerente de comunidad de Demotores.com y ZonaProp. Desde marzo se encarga de subir contenidos a los sitios en toda la región y gestionar sus perfiles de Facebook, Twitter y Google+. Ser la cara de una compañía demanda una personalidad flexible, según la joven de 27 años.

"Hay que saber de tecnologías 2.0 y ser un pulpo de Internet para estar informados de lo último y poder manejar solo las redes. Además, hay que tener paciencia con los usuarios y ser educado y comunicativo", explica Libertini. Graduada en diseño de modas, dice que su experiencia pasada en atención al cliente y en un microemprendimiento propio de venta de amigurumi (técnica japonesa de tejido de muñecos en crochet) le dio ventajas para que conseguir su trabajo actual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Extraído&amp;nbsp;de la nota &lt;a href="http://www.lanacion.com.ar/1431762-nuevos-puestos-que-pagan-bien" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Puestos que pagan bien"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en la sección Empleos del domingo 11 de diciembre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yay! Diciembre es el mes que más amo, y ultimamente viene siendo muy lindo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-1841774559743699504?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/1841774559743699504/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/12/ser-nativo-20.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/1841774559743699504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/1841774559743699504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/NAQTJL-8odk/ser-nativo-20.html" title="Ser nativo 2.0" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/12/ser-nativo-20.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8BR3c_cCp7ImA9WhRbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-8765498892517496000</id><published>2011-12-04T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:00:56.948-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T11:00:56.948-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brasil" /><title>por que amo sambinhas</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/yvan-rodic-production/images/21016/list/IMG_6477.jpg?1321280567" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/yvan-rodic-production/images/21016/list/IMG_6477.jpg?1321280567" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Muchos no saben, pero 10 años&amp;nbsp;viví&amp;nbsp;en Brasil.Y puedo considerar que me&amp;nbsp;crié&amp;nbsp;allá, que tengo ese fifty-fifty.&amp;nbsp;Viví&amp;nbsp;mitad de mi infancia en San Pablo y toda mi adolescencia en Rio de Janeiro.&amp;nbsp;Tal vez&amp;nbsp;por eso sea una persona muy feliz y de repente un touch bajón. El fifty-fifty de Argentina-Brasil se siente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Pero siempre ame ese Brasil gringo, de sambas de los años '20, de bossas muy chics. De artistas como Fernanda Takai, Los Hermanos. De diseñadores como Ronaldo Fraga, de escritores como Clarice Lispector y Drumond. Siempre fui elitista (por no encontrar otra palabra más adecuada).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Una playlist de mis sambinhas-amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F29530589&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=c5bfba"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F29530589&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=c5bfba" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;   &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/pitada/02-bambas"&gt;02 Bambas [mixtape]&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/pitada"&gt;Pitada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-8765498892517496000?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/8765498892517496000/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/12/porque-amo-sambinhas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/8765498892517496000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/8765498892517496000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/AJzz5jgiUNg/porque-amo-sambinhas.html" title="por que amo sambinhas" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/12/porque-amo-sambinhas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EFSHszfCp7ImA9WhRRFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-3021357286160854944</id><published>2011-11-30T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:00:19.584-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-30T01:00:19.584-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title>puercoespín</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Suelo tener la particularidad de ser de ese tipo de personas que le cuesta demostrar sentimientos hacia otra persona cuando los tiene que demostrar o &lt;i&gt;simplesmente cuando los quiere demostrar&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A veces la señal llega con un profundo delay, de meses, y a veces… años. Y cuando las neuronas hacen contacto ya te das cuenta que es tarde. Que a la otra persona ya no le interesas más. O eso creo. Porque no estoy dispuesta a jugármela. Estoy en esa etapa que necesitas que venga alguien con una curita porque ya te caíste tanto que sentís que necesitas un respiro, hacerte chiquitito, bolita, como un puercoespín, y que te vengan a cuidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A veces me siento como un puercoespín.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-3021357286160854944?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/3021357286160854944/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/11/puercoespin.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/3021357286160854944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/3021357286160854944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/bH23ekQE8CI/puercoespin.html" title="puercoespín" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/11/puercoespin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DRnw_fSp7ImA9WhRSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-1529283031096643406</id><published>2011-11-20T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:11:17.245-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T22:11:17.245-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title>Hotel Boutique</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nos hemos ido de fiesta. Bueno, no. Nos hemos ido a una gran inauguración de un Hotel Boutique en San Telmo que prometía tener invitados de lujo, arte en sus habitaciones, barra libre y esas cosas que las inauguraciones siempre prometen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A unos minutos de llegar, ya nos habíamos dado cuenta que más que San Telmo el barrio estaba muy próximo a Constitución (lo que no es muy bonito un viernes a las 22hs), y al mismo tiempo se podían ver las torres de Puerto Madero. Son esas singularidades que tiene Capital Federal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;En la cuadra había muchos niños jugando a la pelota, tanto de una mano como de otra. Y hasta hemos cruzado varios hoteles residenciales… vaya lugar para estar ese Hotel Boutique. Bien, llegados al lugar nos dieron un papelito&amp;nbsp;“guardalo que es para el sorteo” nos dijo el pelicular hombre que estaba &amp;nbsp;de conserje (tenía un aspecto mitad hombre lobo, mitad Homero Simpson).&amp;nbsp; El lugar era muy bonito, una vieja casa tipo conventillo reformada y decorada muy… hipster (suspiros...). Muebles nórdicos con Louis VII, empapelado de flores en tonos pastel, mucho blanco, y unas peculiares camas empotradas en lo que algún día fue… un jacuzzi de un sauna(?!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pero esto no viene al caso. Lo que sí viene al caso eran los invitados. &lt;b&gt;Los invitados, no eran ni de lujo ni de los buenos&lt;/b&gt;. Eran esos jóvenes artistas modernos que se lo creen todo. &lt;i&gt;Los modernos del arte&lt;/i&gt;. Esa gente me causa un poco de gracia. No llevan perfume puesto, y si tienes uno importado te miran con mala cara. Si tienes algo que no sea vintage o de diseño de autor te miran con mala cara. Si te ríes te miran con mala cara. Hemos llegado a la conclusión que &lt;i&gt;los modernos son eximios de sentimientos&lt;/i&gt;. No demuestran ni alegría ni tristeza, bailan con caras petrificadas nulas, cantan canciones con estrofas como&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;“la ropa sucia, hecha un bollo”&lt;/i&gt;, creen que su arte es de vanguardia y van vestidos como si fuera lo primero que encontraron en el placard, pero se han pasado la semana buscando el outfit para esa ocasión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Los modernos no te reman una conversación&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; No emiten opinión si no saben de lo que hablas y te desconversan con otra cosa -un poco frívola- o te hablan del último viaje a Bolivia que hicieron para poder encontrarse con ellos mismos &lt;i&gt;“He pasado un mes mirando una roca para poder encontrarme. Fue un viaje espiritual”. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Conclusión: después de quedar recluidos en la última terraza criticando todos estos modernos hemos huido hacia Av. Corrientes donde hay gente de toda clase, con menos rollos y de paso podíamos encontrar algunas bargañas de libros.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-1529283031096643406?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/1529283031096643406/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/11/hotel-boutique.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/1529283031096643406?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/1529283031096643406?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/B6YDv0GA0R0/hotel-boutique.html" title="Hotel Boutique" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/11/hotel-boutique.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04ESHw9cSp7ImA9WhRTGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-7916928766764991979</id><published>2011-11-09T08:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:58:29.269-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T08:58:29.269-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ilustraciones" /><title>keep calm and buy local</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0pB4-I7meM/TrpqU_gY-AI/AAAAAAAAAmk/LYDSS7UsFyc/s1600/suport+local+farmers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0pB4-I7meM/TrpqU_gY-AI/AAAAAAAAAmk/LYDSS7UsFyc/s1600/suport+local+farmers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ilustración por Phoebe Wahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-7916928766764991979?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/7916928766764991979/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-calm-and-buy-local.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/7916928766764991979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/7916928766764991979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/l8cpCt9YAiw/keep-calm-and-buy-local.html" title="keep calm and buy local" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0pB4-I7meM/TrpqU_gY-AI/AAAAAAAAAmk/LYDSS7UsFyc/s72-c/suport+local+farmers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-calm-and-buy-local.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMERXwyeCp7ImA9WhRTF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-6485755528576274048</id><published>2011-11-07T21:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:00:04.290-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T21:00:04.290-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title>i never let u be my valentine</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ayer una amiga me dijo "vos no te&amp;nbsp;dejas&amp;nbsp;querer". y me di cuenta porque estoy foreveralone, porque tengo miedo/pánico/terror a que me quieran. ¿será una nueva fobia&amp;nbsp;contemporánea&amp;nbsp;clásica de mi generación 2.0?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-6485755528576274048?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/6485755528576274048/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-never-let-u-be-my-valentine.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/6485755528576274048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/6485755528576274048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/gQBLGXTWDXI/i-never-let-u-be-my-valentine.html" title="i never let u be my valentine" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-never-let-u-be-my-valentine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQng9eip7ImA9WhdVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-6411599911664196264</id><published>2011-09-19T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:00:03.662-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-19T09:00:03.662-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fernanda espoleta" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;rediseñando fernanda espoleta. un pequeño preview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rX-BNfJ3Ew/TnbECNJoD0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/dEjRVnzRx6o/s1600/sandia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rX-BNfJ3Ew/TnbECNJoD0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/dEjRVnzRx6o/s640/sandia.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-6411599911664196264?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/6411599911664196264/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/09/redisenando-fernanda-espoleta.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/6411599911664196264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/6411599911664196264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/IjZkON31-PU/redisenando-fernanda-espoleta.html" title="" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rX-BNfJ3Ew/TnbECNJoD0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/dEjRVnzRx6o/s72-c/sandia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/09/redisenando-fernanda-espoleta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cNRH84fCp7ImA9WhdQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-2025344733075329111</id><published>2011-08-16T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:31:35.134-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T11:31:35.134-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Outfits" /><title>Outfit</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQlIzBgn7cw/Tkp8aPU_UiI/AAAAAAAAAjs/YHn5NsiO9Bc/s1600/3535910757_11a4bf4484_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQlIzBgn7cw/Tkp8aPU_UiI/AAAAAAAAAjs/YHn5NsiO9Bc/s1600/3535910757_11a4bf4484_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;estoy trabajando en lograr un outfit como este hecho por mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-2025344733075329111?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/2025344733075329111/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/08/outfit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/2025344733075329111?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/2025344733075329111?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/BfC9haMQSaQ/outfit.html" title="Outfit" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQlIzBgn7cw/Tkp8aPU_UiI/AAAAAAAAAjs/YHn5NsiO9Bc/s72-c/3535910757_11a4bf4484_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/08/outfit.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUGR3o7eSp7ImA9WhdSF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-6087951676955575624</id><published>2011-07-26T15:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:00:26.401-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-26T15:00:26.401-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-AR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No todo lo que brilla es oro. No soy oro, soy luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-6087951676955575624?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/6087951676955575624/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-todo-lo-que-brilla-es-oro.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/6087951676955575624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/6087951676955575624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/n5V0julSzU0/no-todo-lo-que-brilla-es-oro.html" title="" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-todo-lo-que-brilla-es-oro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUDSXk-cSp7ImA9WhdTGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-5965833140040783543</id><published>2011-07-16T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:34:38.759-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-16T10:34:38.759-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pallet bed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="decoración" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;hace 2 semanas que me mude. consegui un depto hermoso a estrenar, y decidi que era hora de sacar todo viejo y que traia malos recuerdos para empezar a construir el hogar "de mis sueños" (por así decirlo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ayer vi esta cama hecha de pallets y me enamoré. estuve todo el día pensando si podría hacerla y sí combinaría con el estilo que quiero darle a mi casa. al final de la noche ya estaba buscando en mercado libre cuanto salían pallets nuevos sin usar &lt;strike&gt;(por el asquito de que vengan con bichos adentro de la madera)&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kvQMJTHv54c/TiGSaWPvJaI/AAAAAAAAAis/G4GwOImULMc/s1600/66291279_NNnBde6j_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kvQMJTHv54c/TiGSaWPvJaI/AAAAAAAAAis/G4GwOImULMc/s1600/66291279_NNnBde6j_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;y esta es la que más me dio ganas de hacerla, pero pintada de blanco. la diferencia esta en que los pallets son más "gorditos".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJVSe3iWZPA/TiGSf1HOBZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s9JY1icKkSk/s1600/6.09palletbed-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJVSe3iWZPA/TiGSf1HOBZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s9JY1icKkSk/s1600/6.09palletbed-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-5965833140040783543?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/5965833140040783543/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/07/hace-2-semanas-que-me-mude.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/5965833140040783543?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/5965833140040783543?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/sWv4HIP3Vz8/hace-2-semanas-que-me-mude.html" title="" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kvQMJTHv54c/TiGSaWPvJaI/AAAAAAAAAis/G4GwOImULMc/s72-c/66291279_NNnBde6j_c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/07/hace-2-semanas-que-me-mude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08NR3cyfSp7ImA9WhdTFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-5838455734185076939</id><published>2011-07-11T19:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:04:56.995-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-11T19:04:56.995-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;que yo no haya escrito estas palabras no hace menos verdadero lo que siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-5838455734185076939?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/5838455734185076939/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-yo-no-haya-escrito-estas-palabras.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/5838455734185076939?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8BRH8-cCp7ImA9WhZbF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-7664396115975848878</id><published>2011-06-22T19:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T19:14:15.158-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-22T19:14:15.158-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tengo sentimientos encontrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;entiendo y no entiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a veces uno piensa que lo sabe todo y en realidad no sabe nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a veces uno es demasiado soñador y se deja llevar por palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;palabras. lo son todo, ¿no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-7664396115975848878?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/7664396115975848878/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/06/tengo-sentimientos-encontrados.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/7664396115975848878?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/7664396115975848878?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/5GauwqPUklE/tengo-sentimientos-encontrados.html" title="" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/06/tengo-sentimientos-encontrados.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8FQX44fyp7ImA9WhZbFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-8865490245622528760</id><published>2011-06-16T21:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:50:10.037-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-20T20:50:10.037-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hay tantas cosas que quisiera decirle pero no me ánimo. no me animo por miedo. miedo a quedar como una tonta, ingenua y crédula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-acaso vos flor potter te creíste que todo lo que te dijo era verdad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-no debería, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-ya pasamos por estas situaciones muchas veces flor, no entiendo porque no aprendés de tus errores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-tal vez porque todavía quiero creer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-creer que las personas no se miden en sus palabras? que actúan por impulso? que son egoístas y solo piensan en como se sienten en ese momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-no se que decir, al final siempre me siento igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-igual como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-inocente y un poco soñadora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-8865490245622528760?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/8865490245622528760/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/06/hay-tantas-cosas-que-quisiera-decirle.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/8865490245622528760?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/8865490245622528760?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vLBM/~3/nnRH8Fip-gM/hay-tantas-cosas-que-quisiera-decirle.html" title="" /><author><name>Florencia Potter</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104924498997813935650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Nkz0D7cX6Ok/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ELzFIgbgLxg/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/06/hay-tantas-cosas-que-quisiera-decirle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UDSH4zcCp7ImA9WhZbEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-7696057228624902843</id><published>2011-06-16T21:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:41:19.088-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T21:41:19.088-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuando estoy muy angustiada tengo ganas de llorar desconsoladamente como cuando era niña. que se me secaban las lagrimas, y terminaba suspirando y moqueando, terriblemente cansada y me dormía. nunca más pude llorar tan intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-7696057228624902843?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/7696057228624902843/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/06/cuando-estoy-muy-angustiada-tengo-ganas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8EQ3g_eyp7ImA9WhZVEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728127.post-7886823427092211178</id><published>2011-05-23T20:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:20:02.643-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-23T20:20:02.643-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="textos" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uno a veces piensa que no tiene nada. pero en realidad tiene mucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uno mismo ya es bastante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a veces anhelamos cosas que realmente no necesitamos, nos encaprichamos con cosas que si no supiéramos de su existencia no las necesitaríamos. caprichos mundanos. materiales y afectivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lo bueno es saber que sin todos esos caprichos uno tiene a si mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y volvemos a nuestra esencia y olvidamos esa angustia pasajera que no es más que mero fruto de nuestros caprichos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728127-7886823427092211178?l=florenciapotter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/feeds/7886823427092211178/comments/default" title="Comentarios de la entrada" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://florenciapotter.blogspot.com/2011/05/uno-veces-piensa-que-no-tiene-nada.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728127/posts/default/7886823427092211178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sentimiento uno: cuando dejas de escribir sobre desamores y te empezas a preocupar más por transmitir otros sentimientos, creo, y digo CREO en mayúsculas, que es porque estás madurando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;nose si eso es bueno o malo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sentimiento dos: me gusta este personaje de Liniers, el de Enriqueta, pero solo ese. y tiene una explicación muy obvia por la cuál me gusta. no se la voy a contar, si me conocen MUCHO la van adivinar por si solos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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