tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19578621014686261442024-03-20T02:58:27.138-07:00La mirada casualNataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-52127176545550695902009-01-13T10:27:00.000-08:002009-01-13T10:31:35.015-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNAoSPGJyujBei5uqgzqt3Bi29ktoN0tK2cLQejOAbnMaLtIW0aFTzmHSSSNac7u1qP_u1kqYes2a-pqb0tYvr0D6KNfRKw4GKLGae3_5gY7LysER-0GJVfe-RBdQYCOZgq04XBT2LUmA/s1600-h/_C242559web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNAoSPGJyujBei5uqgzqt3Bi29ktoN0tK2cLQejOAbnMaLtIW0aFTzmHSSSNac7u1qP_u1kqYes2a-pqb0tYvr0D6KNfRKw4GKLGae3_5gY7LysER-0GJVfe-RBdQYCOZgq04XBT2LUmA/s400/_C242559web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290847241200295154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;">"¡Era él quien había hecho planes para mí!.<br />Los ricos siempre van un paso por delante, ¿no es cierto?".<br />Tigre Blanco, Aravind Adiga<br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-55186125879937694712008-12-08T09:04:00.000-08:002008-12-08T09:10:00.825-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB8svcWLRm4_NappeJWZxdjugQrEaq-LcK0uAhEue6ItBZNDGt-gHnMAc67R_7kWqr-0RlgSYGs8HHcauBQW-oJUCyLKBE4g08Iwq-ROLZCJVCbq6ElBpKJPBzLEaGV_MNmQaXHohR_as/s1600-h/clavealta1web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB8svcWLRm4_NappeJWZxdjugQrEaq-LcK0uAhEue6ItBZNDGt-gHnMAc67R_7kWqr-0RlgSYGs8HHcauBQW-oJUCyLKBE4g08Iwq-ROLZCJVCbq6ElBpKJPBzLEaGV_MNmQaXHohR_as/s400/clavealta1web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277466715654360930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Alquilé un hermoso trineo con los cincuenta cópecs que me quedaban </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">y llegué al hotel París con aires de gran señor."</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Memorias del Subsuelo, Fedor Dostoyesvski</span><br /></span></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-14588269766839452152008-11-12T11:00:00.000-08:002008-11-12T11:05:39.727-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHiGztMRQhT9vivrMfVOLlyW97Ari_eI4e9eJlRFQrtEH9nVQyrET0ghyphenhyphensveO8yX0EjWnb3HHEDc0cpjJuBsEEI5v49BIagwcpimC05ugve7z45y16J7lFcd5fTeloZvVdfgcI3JCG-U/s1600-h/_B082188R.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFHiGztMRQhT9vivrMfVOLlyW97Ari_eI4e9eJlRFQrtEH9nVQyrET0ghyphenhyphensveO8yX0EjWnb3HHEDc0cpjJuBsEEI5v49BIagwcpimC05ugve7z45y16J7lFcd5fTeloZvVdfgcI3JCG-U/s400/_B082188R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267848273409090402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Nos encontramos ante un asunto<br />auténticamente extraordinario, señorita Pebmarsh"<br />Los relojes, Agatha Christie<br /></span></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-14083176107868570422008-10-20T09:57:00.000-07:002008-10-20T10:01:19.216-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8OuvoB28C53bscWgUzQxkeY5nKmzNQwYQTmYyyi_0gUqNJUbhefn6r4CYb-qCF-Z-YbZeHJOz-pl75jknU6so4G1NUFz5LaTQoHfzvoZeT_BIIwUdMUv0zGgqBtLWwU9H5OVwDVNrMY/s1600-h/india.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8OuvoB28C53bscWgUzQxkeY5nKmzNQwYQTmYyyi_0gUqNJUbhefn6r4CYb-qCF-Z-YbZeHJOz-pl75jknU6so4G1NUFz5LaTQoHfzvoZeT_BIIwUdMUv0zGgqBtLWwU9H5OVwDVNrMY/s400/india.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259281301246442706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;">"Sacó unas monedas de una sucesión de bolsas<br />atadas unas dentro de otras<br />e invitó al funcionario a desayunar en el Burguer King.<br />Éste declinó."<br />Nocilla Dream, Agustín Fernández Mallo<br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-47175982603558787142008-10-04T04:11:00.000-07:002008-10-04T04:43:09.253-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nNi0Gw9zgsLH-BtZYCQ7t05m18n4qkycIF7YPkVA4Nd4vhm4WfZLPX1oWdMGpHtocA72mZ64Ofep4qQaEus4baQgXaBsADd9Tmf5TOrp2h_9Z_7-DD8u_1S9NCDCJl00uxGZPLbJwNw/s1600-h/bici.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nNi0Gw9zgsLH-BtZYCQ7t05m18n4qkycIF7YPkVA4Nd4vhm4WfZLPX1oWdMGpHtocA72mZ64Ofep4qQaEus4baQgXaBsADd9Tmf5TOrp2h_9Z_7-DD8u_1S9NCDCJl00uxGZPLbJwNw/s400/bici.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253262860485035026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"A mi memoria acudieron imágenes de un duelo entre cuchilleros</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> que asocié inmediatamente a una idea que, desde hace tiempo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">me resulta obsesiva..."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;">La asesina ilustrada, Enrique Vila-Matas</span><br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-13001867662971827872008-07-28T10:06:00.000-07:002008-07-28T10:13:10.248-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiypL2wp7npW43lxDPZVwdL2z-CqxqGgtfluSFWMgrgXTXeBt_Y4ZVEhsuH0qlBgvMiQHTkG8fuSju6IJeVCI5UW_RsPvk2mHNud9FbxVEfM0s8tP8CvK8Z_0PxvjnunvsF5IlP3HbTjAg/s1600-h/_7030844+copia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiypL2wp7npW43lxDPZVwdL2z-CqxqGgtfluSFWMgrgXTXeBt_Y4ZVEhsuH0qlBgvMiQHTkG8fuSju6IJeVCI5UW_RsPvk2mHNud9FbxVEfM0s8tP8CvK8Z_0PxvjnunvsF5IlP3HbTjAg/s400/_7030844+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228112778166939026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"No esperaba ciertamente que las cosas quedasen así,<br />porque estaba tan exaltada como impresionada".<br /><br />Otra vuelta de tuerca, Henry James<br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-46724979594928462282008-07-01T12:58:00.000-07:002008-07-01T13:01:31.705-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0flaWN9DZIhrULo1wauL4mgKQeYhpOaIiIsoXz0eI3Ckgy2qQePpBmIeVJmabaDng3texZiVWb7obOLr6WVG07Q4FDuXVbS8ofJyW206UJzcvbvoQyPwgZEw0cx-AIejDswZ8BIXKKw/s1600-h/Humo2WEB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0flaWN9DZIhrULo1wauL4mgKQeYhpOaIiIsoXz0eI3Ckgy2qQePpBmIeVJmabaDng3texZiVWb7obOLr6WVG07Q4FDuXVbS8ofJyW206UJzcvbvoQyPwgZEw0cx-AIejDswZ8BIXKKw/s400/Humo2WEB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218137577616159970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"The familiar route had looked new and startling that day."<br /><br />The crow road, Iain Banks<br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-42791754461952385472008-07-01T11:47:00.000-07:002008-07-01T11:54:40.304-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTctny3AjefxNLR42_7iv7YUhfZca9k3vKFvzOQJjoVIshjM8tEnZRR47_gSDTrlUzajyYjPAtQrUOWiw1qaDcSPYnI6wahpVPMz7dEOA2_0j3N9ImQRU-FO70SJreRbIe0Mobl8GiTM8/s1600-h/IMG_0572web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTctny3AjefxNLR42_7iv7YUhfZca9k3vKFvzOQJjoVIshjM8tEnZRR47_gSDTrlUzajyYjPAtQrUOWiw1qaDcSPYnI6wahpVPMz7dEOA2_0j3N9ImQRU-FO70SJreRbIe0Mobl8GiTM8/s400/IMG_0572web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218119499492452930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Justo cuando ya me dormía volvió todo de golpe...".<br /><br />En nombre de Boby, Julio Cortazar<br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-11503386954136728852008-06-24T12:40:00.000-07:002008-06-24T12:55:45.318-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXviFN90SPTuY5_xcdBXI8CE-LBac8PMD1e2XXXjovi05sQqwMv_pO9K3tr8PP-LcJovkWHF1_jNGy4F3q5I5xdCgWRZ6nAWHwD5TPmxHkPxtkW6spEpn69XY8pAwJfMjmlnK8ye6xuo/s1600-h/_MG_6448web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXviFN90SPTuY5_xcdBXI8CE-LBac8PMD1e2XXXjovi05sQqwMv_pO9K3tr8PP-LcJovkWHF1_jNGy4F3q5I5xdCgWRZ6nAWHwD5TPmxHkPxtkW6spEpn69XY8pAwJfMjmlnK8ye6xuo/s400/_MG_6448web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215539131633930610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Acostumbrabas a reirte y a mofarte de tu padre,<br />porque se marchaba de casa de tu primo, donde vivía,<br />para escribirle desde un hotel próximo cartas muy sucias.<br />Y tú acostumbrabas a hacer lo mismo conmigo."<br /><br />De profundis, Oscar Wilde<br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-8600852628596667082008-06-10T10:31:00.000-07:002008-06-10T10:33:42.602-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGY1Tk4-2m67PGEaFG_CBIY7LVxsgcbwSH8m7I7K_pClVWMVqhVXf0m79yaSsRHog3lyYAixheXkQuqVGrBPN8yxAYyzr0UXD_A9nxgOhNndvYPwg2AT9UjJXNBhAGjLcgoaqlurrUm5A/s1600-h/_6070775web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210306892828483298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGY1Tk4-2m67PGEaFG_CBIY7LVxsgcbwSH8m7I7K_pClVWMVqhVXf0m79yaSsRHog3lyYAixheXkQuqVGrBPN8yxAYyzr0UXD_A9nxgOhNndvYPwg2AT9UjJXNBhAGjLcgoaqlurrUm5A/s400/_6070775web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">"Cada montón de símbolos es un mensaje breve y urgente </div><div align="center">que describe una situación, una escena."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Matadero Cinco, Kurt Vonnegut</div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-92226227349155834652008-06-10T10:24:00.000-07:002008-06-10T10:30:56.384-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGwhNF5Dg0b43aIKga-bWEqbXt2_nqzVCIueYOzxW0f4t10M-XvuC2tHDywAyz9k_V-EbUUKjWGsf0af_68wEN-1Pd6GBq3GxWIOdpZNTkkcCnr2rdkPoF8V99peYH1o7sM70Rx1edys/s1600-h/_6070782web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210305303155297954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGwhNF5Dg0b43aIKga-bWEqbXt2_nqzVCIueYOzxW0f4t10M-XvuC2tHDywAyz9k_V-EbUUKjWGsf0af_68wEN-1Pd6GBq3GxWIOdpZNTkkcCnr2rdkPoF8V99peYH1o7sM70Rx1edys/s400/_6070782web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div align="center">"Macbeth.- Yo soy inaccesible al miedo. Tengo estragado el paladar del alma."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Macbeth, W. Shakespeare</div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-5193330247066692962008-05-26T12:42:00.000-07:002008-05-26T12:49:38.360-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lxTtl5n_I4w_P62SDOWoA44PLjU5rU36upmURPogpLf8mNgYYuzen8Iblo8u51t9OYChg35lTXBIcHV6Gsos9a88toQfh1V5Tq4h_Yh6yzlOMxLgxv6sUsjJU_pPYkhI-d0-pICExgE/s1600-h/parque2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204774336299226338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lxTtl5n_I4w_P62SDOWoA44PLjU5rU36upmURPogpLf8mNgYYuzen8Iblo8u51t9OYChg35lTXBIcHV6Gsos9a88toQfh1V5Tq4h_Yh6yzlOMxLgxv6sUsjJU_pPYkhI-d0-pICExgE/s400/parque2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">"Ella seguía allí y le decía que quería morir, </p><p align="center">claramente se lo decía de nuevo, y él volvía a zarandearla </p><p align="center">y a untar sus labios con el óleo del sueño." </p><p align="center">Opium, Jesús Ferrero</p>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-36372455495893964442008-05-22T12:47:00.000-07:002008-05-22T12:51:53.897-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2bLdeaN53rRMkkdk5nugNBUu9U9Fj074PHvAlZ5c9dE_OhpwdqPC0jqaGMppmixmmFWC3pwQiVT0UfRj6fpaoGy4S7c4-2ofyW022yLP3Rnz37ZINCk78b7D1B6KOodza_EdblIjzbg/s1600-h/_5160774.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203291597624530130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2bLdeaN53rRMkkdk5nugNBUu9U9Fj074PHvAlZ5c9dE_OhpwdqPC0jqaGMppmixmmFWC3pwQiVT0UfRj6fpaoGy4S7c4-2ofyW022yLP3Rnz37ZINCk78b7D1B6KOodza_EdblIjzbg/s400/_5160774.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">"Y descarga el rayo de la tormenta acumulada de la desconfianza."</p><p align="center">Fouché, el genio tenebroso, Stefan Zweig</p>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-48653802933618868612008-05-17T08:25:00.000-07:002008-05-17T08:34:14.352-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvojKJqywtxE2v7_rvfU5RtccU0kI0OvBXx2Y9TmK9Cq5rsxymUOHFyNlaEE5V-VpAvv1238bVerHZt1hQJvT8RtcV1d6qCxj8LIzx3cpDkNRl_IQv8kW_74XP1LNDKVAIFtI-ghYB28/s1600-h/HPIM0187+copiaweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201368985734723410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvojKJqywtxE2v7_rvfU5RtccU0kI0OvBXx2Y9TmK9Cq5rsxymUOHFyNlaEE5V-VpAvv1238bVerHZt1hQJvT8RtcV1d6qCxj8LIzx3cpDkNRl_IQv8kW_74XP1LNDKVAIFtI-ghYB28/s400/HPIM0187+copiaweb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">"Ella conocía ¡oh Brises! el rapto que originó tu pesadumbre, </div><div align="center">y cuáles eran los vergonzosos retrasos que prolongaban la guerra. </div><div align="center">Pero todo ello lo había sabido de oídas".</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ars Amandi, Ovidio<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimub0eDMJw0WOxuf0sSA7IHd21iFdy1Tu-56ULsfI7Z14DD5Duo8DKz_LzLgsceKK2BdP3IxBT3-xTW4IkJYKFK4Uag_Q6VqBL4dFIN7tLxSjiKvGoYkXlxapaHr-Dtqm9yuHcrjgy21A/s1600-h/HPIM0187+copia.jpg"></a>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-81393251018135657992008-05-12T12:55:00.000-07:002008-05-12T13:10:05.713-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPv_ur87FAnX1v9rtYEQ7SzOYh1MtJgDBgpvZ5XFR2A-RZmr-URCOAuiVOn6ghGIZPVPv1sArD6642KRKSMyub74IbjaHXekXrEXthyb9KH52Qo5-sATkBblc1yYGRno9ZDOEiQhWotA/s1600-h/_5010732+copiabn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199583769693239090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirPv_ur87FAnX1v9rtYEQ7SzOYh1MtJgDBgpvZ5XFR2A-RZmr-URCOAuiVOn6ghGIZPVPv1sArD6642KRKSMyub74IbjaHXekXrEXthyb9KH52Qo5-sATkBblc1yYGRno9ZDOEiQhWotA/s400/_5010732+copiabn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">"Como lo supe que era muerto, diome mucha turbación, </div><div align="center">porque temí su salvación, que había sido veinte años perlado</div><div align="center">cosa que yo temo mucho, cierto, por parecerme cosa de mucho peligro</div><div align="center"> tener cargo de almas, </div><div align="center">y con mucha fatiga me fui a un oratorio.", </div><div align="center">Libro de la Vida. Santa Teresa de Jesús<br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-44121545260107674662008-05-08T13:31:00.000-07:002008-05-08T13:39:25.630-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAhSphTplXSbNNdspsVngYYi7Ul1AUBB8ZOeyWVXwwLLUyf3wwaDzRKtSA3Udzvp7MaH5F4lQi7y4C-aS38Z9CqRJkyJcgMDxM0rZwQmvgjs4RbDz6igVmEte0Xte5tcSQ_RDlhxRxaE/s1600-h/_5010668copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198107677649793762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAhSphTplXSbNNdspsVngYYi7Ul1AUBB8ZOeyWVXwwLLUyf3wwaDzRKtSA3Udzvp7MaH5F4lQi7y4C-aS38Z9CqRJkyJcgMDxM0rZwQmvgjs4RbDz6igVmEte0Xte5tcSQ_RDlhxRxaE/s400/_5010668copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">""Tengo que controlarme", <tengo>pensó. Pero sabía que era difícil"</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Esos cielos, Bernardo Atxaga </div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-85185299775844730452008-04-29T10:59:00.000-07:002008-04-29T11:06:04.318-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdt5Zk6MmXqlNTh5tkYh8bvTZc9-ovMa8HrCGCe-C5P-G6y7sRp5h32g3zl6FZqtjYFActMD9mkLVUum6WceD7tIBDbFIgVauVYLcZ9FKZZ7M52DTHDq0JaZQzu72E9wetYqWIwFYIp4/s1600-h/_4210478ma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194728621249272130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdt5Zk6MmXqlNTh5tkYh8bvTZc9-ovMa8HrCGCe-C5P-G6y7sRp5h32g3zl6FZqtjYFActMD9mkLVUum6WceD7tIBDbFIgVauVYLcZ9FKZZ7M52DTHDq0JaZQzu72E9wetYqWIwFYIp4/s400/_4210478ma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Nadie debería hacer bises.<br />La vida misma es la prueba<br />porque en la vida no hay bises."<br />El talento de los demás, Alberto Olmos</div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-55937807349891859002008-04-17T12:02:00.000-07:002008-04-17T12:08:05.715-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgNEu2mJdW1evHH9XeXEYIkCCHSkbItq7CF3HeB3Rccp1XXtthpH9BdvEZzG9t1m49r-tz6UEvrCfDcC5L4i67zWDEb-9M4iG5gI3in6aMtotxUKMaviYf3voo_FRAQNWEUs4Y3WcwIk/s1600-h/IMG_5255ma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190292540451120514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgNEu2mJdW1evHH9XeXEYIkCCHSkbItq7CF3HeB3Rccp1XXtthpH9BdvEZzG9t1m49r-tz6UEvrCfDcC5L4i67zWDEb-9M4iG5gI3in6aMtotxUKMaviYf3voo_FRAQNWEUs4Y3WcwIk/s400/IMG_5255ma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">"En la espera hasta me había comprado un contestador automático."</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Anima mundi, Susana Tamaro</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs23R7gWVn5bkr1WmepBzU7XiOOFcJsvcntEHsS4ADn1QjfwlBpuT9_36UAqRDmtyhJ-Qz6QhaQjMyNtrBsWweujatUKuDgBUmsJXYDEkdo1y8ID9hmdoWV4JqJTZrt74p42jaAwxjPjg/s1600-h/_MG_4255ma.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-25404386316086122572008-04-14T09:15:00.000-07:002008-04-14T09:20:22.922-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksuaQr1B43kqy-ofVIQwJdu6w2HQubvNqIPVaBfLxswr6RyDC8XhoVxWj60_hxU6_rtJfTlCQfaHmxbszxXw83HqWEYqF_4_QjpCukXC_RSG27MpyxgbQe7Fw5-Um82qoKAwBaHifPN8/s1600-h/HPIM0389ma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189135643765302610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksuaQr1B43kqy-ofVIQwJdu6w2HQubvNqIPVaBfLxswr6RyDC8XhoVxWj60_hxU6_rtJfTlCQfaHmxbszxXw83HqWEYqF_4_QjpCukXC_RSG27MpyxgbQe7Fw5-Um82qoKAwBaHifPN8/s400/HPIM0389ma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">"Eran por lo menos cuarenta francos de diferencia"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">El baile, Iréne Nèmirovsky </div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-40982023102852644262008-04-09T11:12:00.000-07:002008-04-09T11:17:10.691-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJaTz8G-rg7dTAwuJRS4-VP4yoIOpBQqiUYIEL6syvPNS5jtND1KgSUJDaLsWlUJhGktdvE6FMMWxBBOIly7k_S50oqcWdQhpWs3oNA2JLxWkc97k48ne_j9zaw62i_HHSlFPnpbfn28I/s1600-h/IMG_0280ma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187310324832733074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJaTz8G-rg7dTAwuJRS4-VP4yoIOpBQqiUYIEL6syvPNS5jtND1KgSUJDaLsWlUJhGktdvE6FMMWxBBOIly7k_S50oqcWdQhpWs3oNA2JLxWkc97k48ne_j9zaw62i_HHSlFPnpbfn28I/s400/IMG_0280ma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">"Lao Tse dijo:</div><div align="center">La mayor simplicidad no tiene forma, </div><div align="center">el mayor Camino no tiene medida."</div><div align="center">Wen-Tzu, Lao Tse<br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-72987464488882954502008-04-07T13:29:00.000-07:002008-04-07T13:34:42.388-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76zjbGufpRWuenyYM6m-n5Tt9E0WA5f7FmO4iGol-jJ8ZA4xoeGjhbxtcjID12Hi7zLCmjKYeV7IDJbvuq9aQsaszmE_wpiHwHjTJnujnVnq21352_tkWqztw0K-owG73e4jTle5p9qE/s1600-h/_MG_5745+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186603327541644994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76zjbGufpRWuenyYM6m-n5Tt9E0WA5f7FmO4iGol-jJ8ZA4xoeGjhbxtcjID12Hi7zLCmjKYeV7IDJbvuq9aQsaszmE_wpiHwHjTJnujnVnq21352_tkWqztw0K-owG73e4jTle5p9qE/s400/_MG_5745+copia.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> "- Siempre se derrama la mi...- dijo la Maga, deteniéndose al lado de la cama."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Rayuela, Julio Cortázar</div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-79835968044503147262008-04-03T12:14:00.000-07:002008-04-03T12:22:22.335-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJg7q1MBHv_jeJow8hP4-zzX2Wv2a7-kPQIeMV1YMOV79sqpWXx2wzIBbmbCQuyC0Rh5oGyGqd5Gh70JAh0980TR9tZDykJ2_0OwDbdgHLNfB4SxeslmQZcqHkVXeR8A-T-KbgrHkMl54/s1600-h/_MG_6221+copia+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185100230721965746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJg7q1MBHv_jeJow8hP4-zzX2Wv2a7-kPQIeMV1YMOV79sqpWXx2wzIBbmbCQuyC0Rh5oGyGqd5Gh70JAh0980TR9tZDykJ2_0OwDbdgHLNfB4SxeslmQZcqHkVXeR8A-T-KbgrHkMl54/s400/_MG_6221+copia+copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">"reditual. <span style="font-size:78%;">adj</span>. Que da utilidad o renta con regularidad"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Diccionario de la Lengua Española, RAE<br /></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-28193143707783829012008-04-02T11:03:00.000-07:002008-04-03T12:13:40.993-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEclzSi1lpF05d3GmhUnO-96ksxa5Fody9BKy3M9t7pAk05Qz6CgGIM1SMn9T11q6qzTAe-RjCTctru0U1HG8jYGGFpxQgigRngURc1jrcubimR4s5CF7sGT-zD4amY1V0IyPvoGsEWKU/s1600-h/_MG_5807+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185099277239226018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEclzSi1lpF05d3GmhUnO-96ksxa5Fody9BKy3M9t7pAk05Qz6CgGIM1SMn9T11q6qzTAe-RjCTctru0U1HG8jYGGFpxQgigRngURc1jrcubimR4s5CF7sGT-zD4amY1V0IyPvoGsEWKU/s400/_MG_5807+copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVGAnKgwkRF8cMt4y2gnElEM3z00IJ9aOFl420s0mQS0yBxIq-fjrzvbmsHuXVwi5GoNV1pZcKdYlIVEsRK7V_p4EIP81eiD1T7Sm9j6ZbrtkSb5OKFNylgTAZ7Wm1dncvxnpmX2FR2M/s1600-h/_MG_5807+copia.jpg"></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"- Ramón es como todos, Sofía. Se quejan del cambio de las mujeres </div><br /><div align="center">y lo admiten a regañadientes porque no tienen otro sitio donde ir. </div><br /><div align="center">No tienen otro sexo para escoger."</div><br /><div align="center">La luna en Jorge, Lola Beccaria</div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-40156021091910904982008-04-01T11:40:00.000-07:002008-04-01T11:43:55.147-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLBa9jcAuWO3EHmLWFg7Ao2q0Lxd7gdgw6UCwCp5FAusYjqhF0bLZGah90wtsG0JkAWPMid_mo1ostfx_WWhFuIUtSclGdVOd6kHh_4Y7hY9zQWlJexql9ZXJ1ade9kHx28Pt0ZU_0bCo/s1600-h/_MG_6285ma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184348766063988338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLBa9jcAuWO3EHmLWFg7Ao2q0Lxd7gdgw6UCwCp5FAusYjqhF0bLZGah90wtsG0JkAWPMid_mo1ostfx_WWhFuIUtSclGdVOd6kHh_4Y7hY9zQWlJexql9ZXJ1ade9kHx28Pt0ZU_0bCo/s400/_MG_6285ma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">"Cuando el sobre volvió a sus manos </p><p align="center">- cuando estuvo seguro que el sistema funcionaba- </p><p align="center">compuso el resto de la historia de F. Stone y su familia adoptiva...".</p><p align="center">Príncipes de Maine, reyes de Nueva Inglaterra, John Irving</p>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957862101468626144.post-87042054754264810672008-04-01T11:32:00.000-07:002008-04-02T09:45:01.049-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJy03pubW5dMtxbqNiZAoSPu0lhZ7WR_kHdBoJg3ncljKNyEkpROtQt4AJO_yfCnqWRBG5rNbr8T5gAeDi1gAjgMJ9cA7gD_z0YYxmIAtmTRY60b_q3VT5WIQuZPNbI9r3HcN9l0pmGtg/s1600-h/IMG_0023rma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184350037374307970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJy03pubW5dMtxbqNiZAoSPu0lhZ7WR_kHdBoJg3ncljKNyEkpROtQt4AJO_yfCnqWRBG5rNbr8T5gAeDi1gAjgMJ9cA7gD_z0YYxmIAtmTRY60b_q3VT5WIQuZPNbI9r3HcN9l0pmGtg/s400/IMG_0023rma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">"Se ha dicho que todos los hombres nacen aristotélicos o platónicos".</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Deutsches Requiem, Jorge Luís Borges</div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com8