<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36772104</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2024 05:23:07 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Emir Cifuentes</title><description></description><link>http://emircifuentes.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Emir Cifuentes)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36772104.post-3248080354525068842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 11:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T03:52:19.066-08:00</atom:updated><title>Vacaciones en Brasil</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4xTjfDDzH6s71qoTTFPdhBOQx4liN9vUassi9q8UHDfiaXtRVyI-xzkLREUt7IToyHEx0Hb1CL4dIpbBg3Pq2Rdjxif0wUDy4Ng3p8kS6rFlllbxJtshIqx-PvT45ruqJoBx/s1600-h/ipod+135.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150098134175650818&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4xTjfDDzH6s71qoTTFPdhBOQx4liN9vUassi9q8UHDfiaXtRVyI-xzkLREUt7IToyHEx0Hb1CL4dIpbBg3Pq2Rdjxif0wUDy4Ng3p8kS6rFlllbxJtshIqx-PvT45ruqJoBx/s320/ipod+135.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Praia Pereque, en Ilha Bela. Hermoza playa, agua tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVQM3t9h0StxKdT-FqRUs9vdvg7anBFfQMfUwlyAcdCIBAkpknotxq5GaM_mK882esMS2G-0csrljDJAb6M20xbpTnIeLnjbajAt3Uoq_Zydohtdg4H_j-f6L9f2ojuTCuuCE/s1600-h/ipod+190.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150097880772580338&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVQM3t9h0StxKdT-FqRUs9vdvg7anBFfQMfUwlyAcdCIBAkpknotxq5GaM_mK882esMS2G-0csrljDJAb6M20xbpTnIeLnjbajAt3Uoq_Zydohtdg4H_j-f6L9f2ojuTCuuCE/s320/ipod+190.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Praia das Cabras, Ilha Bela. Esta playa está al frente de una pequeña isla privada. La arena es mucho más suave, tiene pequenõs peces de colores que se pueden ver a simple vista. Es muy bueno para bucear, para apreciar su vida bajo el agua. Yo pude ver 6 diferentes tipos de peces y casi me ahogo cuando traté de salir porque con la corriente me fui demasiado lejos de la playa. Todavia no domino bien la técnica del snorkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFt8itypCWfP20QAHCUC0j85vfSuBFqs6koFskB0BwGCcRzGCD6vvboQ_OH0ZrtGuIH3R-as6GPAmMRwxms1yWGIJf8tXJpBYfhiR0wjooeXxbu3LAL8H5Syb3QAYoOFROMNhM/s1600-h/ipod+234.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150097687499052002&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFt8itypCWfP20QAHCUC0j85vfSuBFqs6koFskB0BwGCcRzGCD6vvboQ_OH0ZrtGuIH3R-as6GPAmMRwxms1yWGIJf8tXJpBYfhiR0wjooeXxbu3LAL8H5Syb3QAYoOFROMNhM/s320/ipod+234.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Con Valeska nos invitaron a un ensayo de una escuela de samba &quot;Academicos da Rocinha&quot;. Pueden buscar en google referencias de Rocinha, es la escuela que ganó el carnaval el anõ 2007 y ademas tienen una fama... El ensayo es espectacular, muy buena música, mucha energía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25yoJ-GXZhWqxx4tdT6qtN5WuF66MPOeVb85HicsIRM0I9IkMLrKzriTXPjuF7wPAS8WobS52ctHa5n1ajOIOk9kAQQ33OoqIhHwfMcRxfeN1_UNhru0f10HtleX8LHZqSNEi/s1600-h/ipod+314.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150097425506046930&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh25yoJ-GXZhWqxx4tdT6qtN5WuF66MPOeVb85HicsIRM0I9IkMLrKzriTXPjuF7wPAS8WobS52ctHa5n1ajOIOk9kAQQ33OoqIhHwfMcRxfeN1_UNhru0f10HtleX8LHZqSNEi/s320/ipod+314.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emir contempla la ciudad de Rio de Janeiro desde las alturas del pan de azucar. La playa de abajo se llama Botafogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qTFeq4heoH7uEvX3CEMKU1MBluQl3u2bQ6B27PoLuni87bBdmuRTeNuKGgWPmQZGHXTCd5RgbkEl9h6RhJoUDkAvbuPbF_3pcKYFg9ck6GPkTEkhw7eQm5QdCRinYVF092D_/s1600-h/ipod+343.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150097184987878338&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qTFeq4heoH7uEvX3CEMKU1MBluQl3u2bQ6B27PoLuni87bBdmuRTeNuKGgWPmQZGHXTCd5RgbkEl9h6RhJoUDkAvbuPbF_3pcKYFg9ck6GPkTEkhw7eQm5QdCRinYVF092D_/s320/ipod+343.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La familia Cifuentes Ojeda en el mirador de Pão de Açucar (pan de azucar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDyXNr2g9xsOkxDwa7HEbBnRCZkwlA1NHVlC1ZjnGRxxMMg3tGc1MrvGk2Kc6JPBA3XQjR3QtV-AumRFf5Mlw2vUpkxcYypPAkY0ciTjYTbkhEC1YGPakvrDkLjZD-s1W2IV6/s1600-h/ipod+3355.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150096901520036786&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDyXNr2g9xsOkxDwa7HEbBnRCZkwlA1NHVlC1ZjnGRxxMMg3tGc1MrvGk2Kc6JPBA3XQjR3QtV-AumRFf5Mlw2vUpkxcYypPAkY0ciTjYTbkhEC1YGPakvrDkLjZD-s1W2IV6/s320/ipod+3355.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La vista desde el mirador. Esto es solo una parte de la ciudad, la Bahía de Guanabara, Playa de Botafogo, Playa de Flamengo y el centro de la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTimCVu0jBn__av_DV_wBIXEdVbRniYQtisRBRjYfmaeDIiyrESihtWtaHcl-KHx5W9ZwURUAxaH2OSbBD2N9KgzOiLzQbqC78eXB_giRqaKqfsUOZh9i7mCHED0MZd_ojFn6m/s1600-h/ipod+244.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150096441958536098&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTimCVu0jBn__av_DV_wBIXEdVbRniYQtisRBRjYfmaeDIiyrESihtWtaHcl-KHx5W9ZwURUAxaH2OSbBD2N9KgzOiLzQbqC78eXB_giRqaKqfsUOZh9i7mCHED0MZd_ojFn6m/s320/ipod+244.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Valeska está compartiendo con nuestro amigos de la Villa das Canoas, donde estamos alojando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhOFvHhrLlYh1nykJt25DtmdG_yykoH6J6lRFjALuPKIdhPyOeSnWuwyUH5TFPWKeuM3gXVjOtngCzkc4VVU1s9p78tVJ9L3OY0hNJ_DUM9LVTuqTuZSwYWRoktrMpZP66Gdm/s1600-h/ipod+231.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150096197145400210&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhOFvHhrLlYh1nykJt25DtmdG_yykoH6J6lRFjALuPKIdhPyOeSnWuwyUH5TFPWKeuM3gXVjOtngCzkc4VVU1s9p78tVJ9L3OY0hNJ_DUM9LVTuqTuZSwYWRoktrMpZP66Gdm/s320/ipod+231.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La banda de Rocinha. Grandes. Unicos. Brasileños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiU3St3-QywfYF0Ag1VkSid_qhEr5OqXZ0G9d51SXjm1m6FBgoAvOEcgFGPass9869AxaA9Kh-SYZ0EWGP7RXR00D1d9ZD9bG5ABdk40Kr-h0JQe6bP__BcakXsd-cA4IxBRD6/s1600-h/ipod+154.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150095887907754882&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiU3St3-QywfYF0Ag1VkSid_qhEr5OqXZ0G9d51SXjm1m6FBgoAvOEcgFGPass9869AxaA9Kh-SYZ0EWGP7RXR00D1d9ZD9bG5ABdk40Kr-h0JQe6bP__BcakXsd-cA4IxBRD6/s320/ipod+154.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emir y Valeska en el mar. El sol se pone. Ilha Bela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxp9j8QIuxa-Cub3SYL5on1ZoFXTYiLbhuyQyUdiHuo6CnuNsj8u3k4hjAzeCe81__23BiGZxDR3rIuKuBbpN8wuSl6Z5RHzly94AdfKw4txI93_iRCqaNnV-Yui6wEojwkMqx/s1600-h/ipod+107.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150095690339259250&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxp9j8QIuxa-Cub3SYL5on1ZoFXTYiLbhuyQyUdiHuo6CnuNsj8u3k4hjAzeCe81__23BiGZxDR3rIuKuBbpN8wuSl6Z5RHzly94AdfKw4txI93_iRCqaNnV-Yui6wEojwkMqx/s320/ipod+107.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es el sector de la Balsa de Ilha Bela, donde llega el transbordador desde São Sebastião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBfPLiJp003A6WUY9DFtuqsb363y6EC55saWCODPghChlRNLKsB0EN2IuSPWtrisbB9FkVzc9gHWj9Xhsu_Ac4xKDnl5d2H5To4v7AvVAibg75gd7iz6Q8MnyhmXeciFcmGmN/s1600-h/ipod+085.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150095471295927138&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBfPLiJp003A6WUY9DFtuqsb363y6EC55saWCODPghChlRNLKsB0EN2IuSPWtrisbB9FkVzc9gHWj9Xhsu_Ac4xKDnl5d2H5To4v7AvVAibg75gd7iz6Q8MnyhmXeciFcmGmN/s320/ipod+085.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta es Praia Grande, en Ilha Bela. Una pequeña Iglesia frente al mar. Acá nos tuvimos que casar de nuevo porque el matrimonio chileno no vale. Valeska celebra el momento bebiendo fanta Uva que es como un fetiche para ella, porque tomaba la misma bebida cuando era una pequeña niña y vivía en São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPQMKr2jGTqAMtkM7nfOlGxl7PIjU4Ek6Kf-lWEQSLxVaEXh45GwH_gBfpT5Tg6Gk76_66ZzDfgyPg4ayu124R9nbdPyK22lSJiXmTdDQwv86DHFO5OdpO4WLbP8Ngu5ytYl7/s1600-h/ipod+062.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150095144878412626&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPQMKr2jGTqAMtkM7nfOlGxl7PIjU4Ek6Kf-lWEQSLxVaEXh45GwH_gBfpT5Tg6Gk76_66ZzDfgyPg4ayu124R9nbdPyK22lSJiXmTdDQwv86DHFO5OdpO4WLbP8Ngu5ytYl7/s320/ipod+062.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Valeska con dos cocos helados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Emir Cifuentes&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emircifuentes.blogspot.com/2007/12/vacaciones-en-brasil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emir Cifuentes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4xTjfDDzH6s71qoTTFPdhBOQx4liN9vUassi9q8UHDfiaXtRVyI-xzkLREUt7IToyHEx0Hb1CL4dIpbBg3Pq2Rdjxif0wUDy4Ng3p8kS6rFlllbxJtshIqx-PvT45ruqJoBx/s72-c/ipod+135.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36772104.post-117279373048752503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-02T04:41:31.885-08:00</atom:updated><title>El Verano</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/1600/164375/Imagen%20019.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/320/833042/Imagen%20019.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salar de Carcote, camino a Ollagüe, 3.700 metros de altura, en el Altiplano Chileno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/1600/10129/Imagen%20071.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/320/146148/Imagen%20071.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En el litoral central, en el Tabito. Un instante Familiar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/1600/60833/Imagen%20010.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/320/601762/Imagen%20010.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/1600/206754/Imagen%201803.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/320/943144/Imagen%201803.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Graduación del Jardin infatil... ¿Se llama graduación? Es la ceremonia de fin de año.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/1600/61668/Imagen%201725.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7507/4117/320/321291/Imagen%201725.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;El Cumpleaños de Emir, un evento social donde fuero, entre otros, sus amiguitos Luis, Rodrigo, Waldi y Victor, que aparecen en la foto. Se alcanza a ver apenas la cabeza de Shafic y su hija Isabel.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Emir Cifuentes&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emircifuentes.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-verano.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emir Cifuentes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36772104.post-116368698715525709</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-16T06:24:39.930-08:00</atom:updated><title>Emir Y ____ (versión 1.0)</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/Imagen%20047.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/Imagen%20047.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emir y su tío Christian Ojeda, celebrando el cumpleaños de la casa de mis suegros (según Emir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/dieciocho2006%20039.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/dieciocho2006%20039.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emir y el Cerdo de su padre, o sea, yo (dicen). Encumbrando volantín para el 18. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/carmen69%20138.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/carmen69%20138.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emir y su prima Camila. Emir ya se ve juguito de pelota y a Camila le gusta mascar globos. Y al lado la Abuela de la niña, más felíz que Chancho en barro. Le falta solo el babero. Yo me pregunto como será ser abuelo tan joven (buena patero).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/Ana%20y%20emir%20gol%20022.0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/Ana%20y%20emir%20gol%20022.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emir y Alfredo Cifuentes. Su abuelo paterno. Esto yo lo llamaría Diversidad Genética, aunque los más pesados dicen que es la evolución de la especie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emir y Camila. Sacando trote. Una vida sana, activa, llena de energía. A mi me queda poca. La buena vida y la poca vergüenza se ha encargado de arrebatarme los últimos alitos de existencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Emir Cifuentes&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emircifuentes.blogspot.com/2006/11/emir-y-versin-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emir Cifuentes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36772104.post-116216725438377052</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 23:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-29T16:14:14.396-08:00</atom:updated><title>Imágenes</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/chiloe_segunda%20060.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/chiloe_segunda%20060.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emir Duerme en una fiesta en Chiloé donde fuimos invitados a cenar. Los niños tienen esa capacidad de dormir aun cuando a su alrededor esté tocando &quot;Tormenta Tropical&quot;. Febrero 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/JUNIO%20490.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/JUNIO%20490.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta es una fogata que hicimos en el valle del Indio Muerto, cerca de San Pedro de Atacama. Fué como la sobremesa de un asado en nuestro único día libre en ese lugar. Junio 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/JUNIO%20386.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/JUNIO%20386.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esto es Socaire, un pueblo en el Altiplano, frente al salar de atacam. Está a 2.400 metros de altura y tiene cerca de 150 habitantes. Tiene unas terrazas de cultivo que creo son las más extensas de chile. Junio 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/chiloe_tercera%20112.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/chiloe_tercera%20112.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En Achao, Emir tiene la boca con restos de Helado (Cola de Tigre). Estamos sentados esperando que llegue la hora de ir a dar cine, junto a una iglesia que tiene la gracia de haber sido construída sin clavos. Solo madera. En Curaco de Velez, Chiloé. Febrero 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/PC.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/PC.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Los primeros acercamientos al PC.  2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/chiloe_segunda%20037.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/chiloe_segunda%20037.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En Punta Blanca, en el extremo austral de la Isla de Chiloé. Febrero 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/chiloe%20138.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/chiloe%20138.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En Quellón junto a un &quot;Locomóvil&quot;. Febrero 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/chiloe%20109.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/chiloe%20109.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cruzando el Canal del Chacao. Febrero 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/100_0387.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/100_0387.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y, de pequeño, con dos años de edad, esta foto es del año 2004.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Emir Cifuentes&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emircifuentes.blogspot.com/2006/10/imgenes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emir Cifuentes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36772104.post-116213122759767423</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-29T06:16:08.493-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hola</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/Imagen(5).0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/Imagen%285%29.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Emir Cifuentes&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emircifuentes.blogspot.com/2006/10/hola.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emir Cifuentes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36772104.post-116209269632178481</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-28T20:32:00.210-07:00</atom:updated><title>El Pibe</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/1600/pibemanejando.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/pibemanejando.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manejando un colectivo en Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pasajeros van Ana Saravia, la Abuela del Pibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a la derecha, Valeska Ojeda, la Madre del Pibe.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Emir Cifuentes&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emircifuentes.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-pibe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emir Cifuentes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36772104.post-116209233385933011</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-28T20:27:04.630-07:00</atom:updated><title>El Grito</title><description>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/2jV45d3mPEU&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/2jV45d3mPEU&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;600&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Emir Cifuentes&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emircifuentes.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-grito.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emir Cifuentes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36772104.post-116209198946100667</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-28T20:24:02.283-07:00</atom:updated><title>La Escuela de Futbol</title><description>Hola, yo soy Cucho, el padre de Emir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La idea de este blog es poder compartir fotografías a través de internet con amigos, familia... todo aquel que establezca un lazo afectivo con Emir que pueda significar ser de su interés ver estas fotos... y alguien que encuentre que este grupo humano tiene algo que decir que valga la pena leer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, menos cháchara y al grano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acá van algunas imágenes de la escuela de futbol donde participa Emir Cifuentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/futbol1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acá lo vemos en su impecable movimiento para avanzar hacia el arco sin perder de vista el balón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/futbol2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Un despeje de tremenda potencia que caería preciso en los piés de su compañero. Emir avanza en su técnica. Por lo menos ya se ve que será mejor que yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/futbol4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La celebración de uno de los goles. Hoy el equipo verde ganó.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7507/4117/320/futbol3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego de una larga jornada, el futbolista se acuesta a dormir, obviamente, luego de la escuela jugó dos pichangas de barrio, y se mandó carretito hasta las 11 de la noche.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dulces sueños... serán con un balón?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Emir Cifuentes&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://emircifuentes.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-escuela-de-futbol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Emir Cifuentes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>