tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19578621014686261442009-11-02T22:01:52.120-08:00Nataliahttp://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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SWzdiKSZXPI/AAAAAAAAANE/4OvMWyuBcwA/s1600-h/_C242559web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SWzdiKSZXPI/AAAAAAAAANE/4OvMWyuBcwA/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-5212717654555069590?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/ST1UBESGj2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/dM2AJekrjgE/s1600-h/clavealta1web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/ST1UBESGj2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/dM2AJekrjgE/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-5518612587993769471?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SRsoGCs0I2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/P0yMmnU-q2M/s1600-h/_B082188R.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SRsoGCs0I2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/P0yMmnU-q2M/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-1458826976683945215?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SPy4eoal_NI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-6DhskGreOo/s1600-h/india.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SPy4eoal_NI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-6DhskGreOo/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-1408317610786857042?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SOdWvRb2hBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EeJzdOPX5R4/s1600-h/bici.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SOdWvRb2hBI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EeJzdOPX5R4/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-4717598260355878714?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SI383zxSLZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VVslZ-2yi80/s1600-h/_7030844+copia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SI383zxSLZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VVslZ-2yi80/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-1300186766297182787?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SGqMet7ttOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tANzVPmS9OA/s1600-h/Humo2WEB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SGqMet7ttOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tANzVPmS9OA/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-4672497959492846228?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SGp8CbrJakI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jtxAOw8LfT4/s1600-h/IMG_0572web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SGp8CbrJakI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jtxAOw8LfT4/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-4279175446195238547?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SGFRNQUwkXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tnGYR-TpB-w/s1600-h/_MG_6448web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SGFRNQUwkXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tnGYR-TpB-w/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-1150338695413672885?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SE66g33PnuI/AAAAAAAAAII/7b3z0C1ZwYk/s1600-h/_6070775web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210306892828483298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SE66g33PnuI/AAAAAAAAAII/7b3z0C1ZwYk/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-860085262859666708?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SE65EV3nzqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4K0ndYgpn2M/s1600-h/_6070782web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210305303155297954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SE65EV3nzqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4K0ndYgpn2M/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-9222622734915583465?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SDsSrssvVOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IyGyI8QBb6Y/s1600-h/parque2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204774336299226338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SDsSrssvVOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IyGyI8QBb6Y/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-519333024706669296?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></div>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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SDXOI8svVNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BgBrY7fc6rI/s1600-h/_5160774.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203291597624530130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SDXOI8svVNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BgBrY7fc6rI/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-3637245549589396444?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></div>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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SC75iNRzt1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4ZE-6K6449U/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SC75iNRzt1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4ZE-6K6449U/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SC75OtRzt0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/9heob4G_EQM/s1600-h/HPIM0187+copia.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-4865380293361886861?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></div>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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SCih49RztzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZeyfIBKFxt0/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SCih49RztzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZeyfIBKFxt0/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-8139325101813565799?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SCNjZF6L8uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tClV6IxAWPA/s1600-h/_5010668copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198107677649793762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SCNjZF6L8uI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tClV6IxAWPA/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-4412154526010767466?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SBdiKH4eGUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0Bk9XIhNoRU/s1600-h/_4210478ma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194728621249272130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SBdiKH4eGUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0Bk9XIhNoRU/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-8518529977584473045?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SAefkPHy5YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/F9gux9weqGA/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SAefkPHy5YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/F9gux9weqGA/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SAefSvHy5XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UDRvNdSuwpo/s1600-h/_MG_4255ma.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-5593780734989185900?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SAODX_Hy5VI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YoAbIn9Ik-s/s1600-h/HPIM0389ma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189135643765302610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/SAODX_Hy5VI/AAAAAAAAAGo/YoAbIn9Ik-s/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-2540438631608612257?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_0HQcNfB5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/axPAsx0lN1U/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_0HQcNfB5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/axPAsx0lN1U/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-4098202310285264426?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_qEPyD6jsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OrS41hBmDeg/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_qEPyD6jsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OrS41hBmDeg/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-7298746448888295450?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_UtMCD6jrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/imag87nYSBc/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_UtMCD6jrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/imag87nYSBc/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-7983596804450314726?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_UsUiD6jqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p3sI6jcFnOY/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_UsUiD6jqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p3sI6jcFnOY/s400/_MG_5807+copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_PKlyD6jpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g_8jR-xfyAk/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-2819314370778382901?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_KBvCD6jnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iXhd-6M_JAI/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_KBvCD6jnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iXhd-6M_JAI/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-4015602109191090498?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></div>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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_KC5CD6joI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5zOkPGZg_xk/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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R89apO5iV2Q/R_KC5CD6joI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5zOkPGZg_xk/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1957862101468626144-8704205475426481067?l=lamiradacasual.blogspot.com'/></div>Nataliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03387546962661819143noreply@blogger.com8