<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:16:18.602-08:00</updated><category term='Frases de Bolívar'/><category term='Poesía encantadora'/><category term='Biblia'/><category term='Familia'/><category term='canción'/><category term='Valores'/><category term='Jocosidad'/><category term='Momentos de otros'/><category term='Reflexión'/><category term='Ley de vida'/><category term='El perdón'/><category term='Mensaje de Felicidad'/><category term='Deseo'/><category term='Poesía'/><category term='Mas que momentos'/><category term='frases de celebres'/><category term='Servicio Social'/><category 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title='El amor'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FzrZ9VU58A/Tzwi4w33YTI/AAAAAAAABO8/gQ3P8Vy5wKc/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8551582984074998134</id><published>2012-01-18T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T06:44:49.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensaje de Felicidad'/><title type='text'>Danos un año 2012, Feliz!  :o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzwCWWgn30g/TxbX0P3ty0I/AAAAAAAABO0/lxQ4ruMzRL0/s1600/feliz%2521%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzwCWWgn30g/TxbX0P3ty0I/AAAAAAAABO0/lxQ4ruMzRL0/s320/feliz%2521%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Señor, Dios, dueño del tiempo y de la eternidad,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;tuyo es el hoy y el mañana, el pasado y el futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Al terminar este año quiero darte gracias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;por todo aquello que recibí de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gracias por la vida y el amor, por las flores,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;el aire y el sol, por la alegría y el dolor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;por cuanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;fue posible y por lo que no pude ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Te ofrezco cuanto hice en este año, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;el trabajo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;pude realizar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;y las cosas que pasaron por mis manos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;y lo que con ellas pude construir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Te presento a las personas que a lo largo de estos meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;amé, las amistades nuevas y los antiguos amores, los &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;más cercanos a mi y los que estén más lejos, los que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;me dieron su mano y aquellos a los que pude ayudar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;con los que compartí la vida, el trabajo, el dolor y la alegría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pero también, Señor hoy quiero pedirte perdón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;perdón por el tiempo perdido, por el dinero mal gastado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;por la palabra inútil y el amor desperdiciado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Perdón por las obras vacías y por el trabajo mal hecho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;también por la oración que poco a poco fui aplazando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;y que hasta ahora vengo a presentarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por todos mis olvidos, descuidos y silencios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;nuevamente te pido perdón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;En los próximos días iniciaremos un nuevo año y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;detengo mi vida ante el nuevo calendario aún sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;estrenar y te presento estos días que deseo vivir en ti y para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoy te pido para mi y los míos la paz y la alegría, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;la fuerza y la prudencia, la claridad y la sabiduría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quiero vivir cada día con optimismo y bondad llevando a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;todas partes un corazón lleno de comprensión y paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cólmame de bondad y de alegría para que, cuantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;conviven conmigo o se acerquen a mi encuentren en mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;un poquito de TI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Danos un año feliz y enséñanos a repartir felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Consejo Nacional de Laicos de Venezuela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-8551582984074998134?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8551582984074998134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8551582984074998134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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acertarás"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;dicho popular&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Piensa mal y te amargarás"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lo real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-8439900616129909049?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoC2O5H3EdM/Twriea4lmxI/AAAAAAAABOk/YCJzZJIvbVM/s320/mala_suerte.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La superstición trae mala suerte." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Umberto Eco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3x-vUex5Fk/TwEThZeI5EI/AAAAAAAABOc/D6MecKElWC8/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3x-vUex5Fk/TwEThZeI5EI/AAAAAAAABOc/D6MecKElWC8/s1600/2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te regalo un lapiz, un borrador, una hoja y muchos colores para que borres del pasado lo que no te sirvió, escribas lo aprendido y dibujes el más lindo futuro para el 2012.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;!!Felíz año 2012!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-139607805570447694?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/139607805570447694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=139607805570447694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/139607805570447694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>En nuestros corazones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQYd4hsVULo/Tvjefjgs1kI/AAAAAAAABOQ/CJQGKOBS2oM/s1600/el_nacimiento_top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQYd4hsVULo/Tvjefjgs1kI/AAAAAAAABOQ/CJQGKOBS2oM/s320/el_nacimiento_top.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que en esta&amp;nbsp;Navidad&amp;nbsp;Jesús nazca en cada uno de nuestros corazones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!Feliz Navidad 2011!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-728228800695759533?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/728228800695759533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=728228800695759533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-7687942165345611500</id><published>2011-12-20T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T06:47:51.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Lo peor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bgtYiGozYg/TvB0y8RTXxI/AAAAAAAABOE/nPC3RMkC6Vk/s1600/burla_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bgtYiGozYg/TvB0y8RTXxI/AAAAAAAABOE/nPC3RMkC6Vk/s320/burla_thumb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;"&lt;span lang="ES-VE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-VE;"&gt;Lo peor de burlarse y criticar a los demás, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-VE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-VE;"&gt;es que terminas criticándote y burlándote más a ti mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-VE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-VE;"&gt;Lo peor de mentirle a los demás, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-VE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-VE;"&gt;es que terminas mientiéndote mucho más a ti mismo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7713390978839659486-7687942165345611500?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7687942165345611500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=7687942165345611500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/7687942165345611500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Momentos de otros'/><title type='text'>Sin sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3Y3t4V-w3c/TuS6yivvCKI/AAAAAAAABN8/C13q-u6nFmY/s1600/sinsentido.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3Y3t4V-w3c/TuS6yivvCKI/AAAAAAAABN8/C13q-u6nFmY/s320/sinsentido.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este poema,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es el poema que nunca leerás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque nunca llegará a su destino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya no, para que? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la distancia nos venció.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo que pensé &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que el amor lo podía todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solo que a veces, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no se puede con la realidad,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y los pies si, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;los pies en la tierra hay que poner,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y el corazón, si el corazón &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como una piedra hay que poner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vicky Fulop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Almanaque 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-5197350267118579162?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5197350267118579162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=5197350267118579162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5197350267118579162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5197350267118579162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/sin-sentido.html' title='Sin sentido'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuando tenga que dejarte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por un corto tiempo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por favor no te entristezcas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni derrames lágrimas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no te abraces a tu pena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&amp;nbsp;través de los años;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por el contrario,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;empieza de nuevo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;con valentía&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y&amp;nbsp;con una sonrisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por mi memoria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;en mi nombre vive tu vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y&amp;nbsp;haz todas las cosas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;igual que antes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No alimentes tu soledad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;con días vacíos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sino llena cada hora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de manera útil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extiende tu mano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para confrontar y dar ánimo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y&amp;nbsp;en cambio yo te confortaré&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y te tendré cerca de mi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;San Agustín&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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dejarte'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2kCJ76wjd4Q/Tt179x1ardI/AAAAAAAABN0/MuuAK3lxMiM/s72-c/imagesCA11NWNJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2541348362091695894</id><published>2011-12-03T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:52:51.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos de otros'/><title type='text'>Verdadero Ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcgr_bn0pyk/Tto2n3b_okI/AAAAAAAABNs/jLdo0ZlkJeg/s1600/Stephanie+Cardone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcgr_bn0pyk/Tto2n3b_okI/AAAAAAAABNs/jLdo0ZlkJeg/s1600/Stephanie+Cardone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta sensación de no sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sin embargo, presentír&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu rayo que encandila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y me obliga a dibujar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;una forma inusual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se vuelve cristal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y se quiebra al reflejar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en mi pared de papel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la silueta real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de mi verdadero ser,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y me cuenta al fin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo que ya no seré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en el alba de tu mañana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu pasión, tu añoranza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sin encontrar el camino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todo oscuro anda perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi verdadero ser,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya enloquecido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque solo tu luz delineaba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;los puntos y coordenadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de su mundo sin mapa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;allí donde se encontraba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;su país sin alba!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Vicky Fulop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Foto: Stephanie Cardone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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habias ido para no volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;pero cada noche duele la distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;y todas las paredes de sta casa parecen llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;y me pueden ver a mi llorando dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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#134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;una parada ante esta prisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;k me domina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;kiero un voz k me diga algo k nunk aya escuchado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;algo k me haga sentir mejor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWeGp7Xd2Eo/TtjJVIlp2BI/AAAAAAAABNk/jJ7l7AgwhxQ/s1600/JA_Carol_Sherly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NWeGp7Xd2Eo/TtjJVIlp2BI/AAAAAAAABNk/jJ7l7AgwhxQ/s1600/JA_Carol_Sherly.jpg" 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MVtYOI8inHM/TqkjxELbGkI/AAAAAAAABNI/pcNgEkqJOok/s1600/Con+Jos%25C3%25A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MVtYOI8inHM/TqkjxELbGkI/AAAAAAAABNI/pcNgEkqJOok/s320/Con+Jos%25C3%25A9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Cuando un amigo se lo lleva el sueño eterno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;cuando ya su sonrisa no nos ilumina el camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;y al despertarnos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;recordamos tristemente que solo en nuestros recuerdos quedará,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;y nos quedará ese algo que&amp;nbsp;quizás hubieramos pudimos haber hecho más por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Solo ahora puedo darte el más grande acto de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;estarás siempre presente en mis oraciones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;porque tu cuerpo no andará por estos caminos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;solo tu alma rondará por las sendas hacia Dios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;que ansioso anhela tu llegada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;aunque nosotros no anhelábamos tu partida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNSGemwMdwk/TskUjXxAVcI/AAAAAAAABNU/cMdxiJtdLMk/s1600/Jose+Antonio+Quintero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNSGemwMdwk/TskUjXxAVcI/AAAAAAAABNU/cMdxiJtdLMk/s1600/Jose+Antonio+Quintero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-7760116638760825808?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MVtYOI8inHM/TqkjxELbGkI/AAAAAAAABNI/pcNgEkqJOok/s72-c/Con+Jos%25C3%25A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2695967860316530741</id><published>2011-10-23T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T04:32:55.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Despeinada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJpiZbsWEq8/TqP6jPuUWsI/AAAAAAAABNA/XvmFliSNbOM/s1600/mafalda-despeinada-web-silvita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJpiZbsWEq8/TqP6jPuUWsI/AAAAAAAABNA/XvmFliSNbOM/s320/mafalda-despeinada-web-silvita.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Hoy he aprendido que hay que dejar que la vida te despeine, por eso he decidido disfrutar la vida con mayor intensidad… El mundo está loco. Definitivamente loco… Lo rico, engorda. Lo lindo sale caro. El sol que ilumina tu rostro, arruga. Y lo realmente bueno de esta vida, despeina…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Hacer el amor, despeina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Reírte a carcajadas, despeina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Viajar, volar, correr, meterte en el mar, despeina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Quitarte la ropa, despeina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Besar a la persona que amas, despeina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Jugar, despeina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Cantar hasta que te quedes sin aire, despeina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Bailar hasta que dudes si fue buena idea ponerte tacones altos esa noche, te deja el pelo irreconocible…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Así que como siempre cada vez que nos veamos yo vo y a estar con el cabello despeinado… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Sin embargo, no tengas duda de que estaré pasando por el momento más feliz de mi vida. Es ley de vida: siempre va a estar más despeinada la mujer que elija ir en el primer carrito de la montaña rusa, que la que elija no subirse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Puede ser que me sienta tentada a ser una mujer impecable, peinada y planchadita por dentro y por fuera. El aviso clasificado de este mundo exige buena presencia: Péinate, ponte, sácate, cómprate, corre, adelgaza, come sano, camina derechita, ponte seria… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Y quizá debería seguir las instrucciones pero ¿cuándo me van a dar la orden de ser feliz? Acaso no se dan cuenta que para lucir linda, me debo sentir linda… ¡La persona más linda que puedo ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Lo único que realmente importa es que, al mirarme al espejo, vea a la mujer que debo ser. Por eso mi recomendación a todas las mujeres y porque no hombres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Entrégate, Come rico, Besa, Abraza, Haz el amor, Baila, Enamórate, Relájate, Viaja, Salta, Acuéstate tarde, Levántate temprano, Corre, Vuela, Canta, Ponte linda, Ponte cómoda, Admira el paisaje, Disfruta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;y sobre todo, deja que la vida te despeine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Lo peor que puede pasarte es que, sonriendo frente al espejo, te tengas que volver a peinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Quino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-2695967860316530741?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2695967860316530741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=2695967860316530741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2695967860316530741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2695967860316530741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/despeinada.html' title='Despeinada'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJpiZbsWEq8/TqP6jPuUWsI/AAAAAAAABNA/XvmFliSNbOM/s72-c/mafalda-despeinada-web-silvita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-796534219272742302</id><published>2011-10-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:57:52.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mas que momentos'/><title type='text'>Al hijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMXXl5U1B4w/TpYn1ZoD9uI/AAAAAAAABMw/7Kkkuzj3ypw/s1600/padre_hijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMXXl5U1B4w/TpYn1ZoD9uI/AAAAAAAABMw/7Kkkuzj3ypw/s320/padre_hijo.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No menosprecies hijo mio la disciplina de Dios ni te fatigues de su corrección, porque Dios al que ama castiga, como el padre al hijo a quien quiere”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Prov. 3,11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Oid hijos la enseñanza de un padre y estad atentos para que conoscais cordura”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Prov. 4,1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”Oye hijo la instrucción de tu padre y no desprecies la dirección de tu madre porque adorno de gracia serán a tu cabeza y collares a tu cuello”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Prov. 1,8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oira el sabio y aumentará el saber y el entendido adquirira consejo”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Prov. 1,5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Guarda hijo mío el mandamiento de Dios y no dejes la enseñanza de tu madre, atalos a tu corazón y enlazalos en tu cuello, te guiarán cuando andes, cuando duermas, te guardarán, hablarán contigo cuando despiertes, lampara de tus pies y camino de vida las represiones que te instriyuen”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Prov. 6,20-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“El hijo sabio alegra a Dios, pero el necio es tristeza de su madre” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Prov. 10.1&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/7713390978839659486-796534219272742302?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/796534219272742302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=796534219272742302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/796534219272742302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/796534219272742302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2011/10/al-hijo.html' title='Al hijo'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMXXl5U1B4w/TpYn1ZoD9uI/AAAAAAAABMw/7Kkkuzj3ypw/s72-c/padre_hijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8876132539540302634</id><published>2011-09-21T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:07:51.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mas que momentos'/><title type='text'>Paz en él</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ke0hNSVnUg/TnqXuZIe8cI/AAAAAAAABMs/HruJsLczG4U/s1600/paz1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="308" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ke0hNSVnUg/TnqXuZIe8cI/AAAAAAAABMs/HruJsLczG4U/s320/paz1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Caminaré en presencia del Señor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Amo al Señor porque escuchó mi voz suplicante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;porque inclinó su oido hacia mi el día que lo invoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Me envolvían redes de muerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;caí en tristeza y angustia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Invoque el nombre del Señor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;"Señor, salva mi vida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;El Señor es benigno y justo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;nuestro Dios es compasivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;El Señor guarda a los sencillos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;estando yo sin fuerzas, me salvó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Alma mía, recobró su calma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;el Señor fue bueno conmigo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;arrancó mi alma de la muerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;mis ojos de las lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;y mis pies de la caída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7713390978839659486-8876132539540302634?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8876132539540302634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8876132539540302634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8876132539540302634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8876132539540302634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/paz-en-el.html' title='Paz en él'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ke0hNSVnUg/TnqXuZIe8cI/AAAAAAAABMs/HruJsLczG4U/s72-c/paz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-6351092503362068573</id><published>2011-09-19T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:39:50.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>Con amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.profilesupport.net/recados-para-orkut/amor/images/con-amor.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://www.profilesupport.net/recados-para-orkut/amor/images/con-amor.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"No es&amp;nbsp;simplemente&amp;nbsp;hacer, sino hacer con amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Espe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-6351092503362068573?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6351092503362068573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=6351092503362068573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6351092503362068573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6351092503362068573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/con-amor.html' title='Con amor'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-3329637249662294584</id><published>2011-08-26T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:05:50.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh2OQp1Y4us/Tlmf686lsJI/AAAAAAAABMo/7ETnXRNE1Wg/s1600/laughternew_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mh2OQp1Y4us/Tlmf686lsJI/AAAAAAAABMo/7ETnXRNE1Wg/s320/laughternew_thumb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La vida es una y demasiado corta para ser otra cosa que no sea ser FELIZ!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Decide&amp;nbsp;ser feliz hoy, de disfrutar el día, aún cuando te parezca que no hay motivos, mira a tu alrededor o hacia adentro, siempre hay uno que te saque un sentimiento agradable, alegre, confortable... una mirada, un gesto, un detalle&amp;nbsp;que pueden cambiar tu día o hacerte dar cuenta que hay cosas hermosas porque vivir y&amp;nbsp;estar feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;No dejes que las&amp;nbsp;preocupaciones opaquen tu día. No te detengas, ocupate en lo que depende de tí... Algunas veces la soledad&amp;nbsp;es excelente compañera&amp;nbsp;y en ella podemos&amp;nbsp;darnos cuenta que realmente no estamos solos. En algún lugar siempre hay alguien que te&amp;nbsp;quiere,&amp;nbsp;sólo observa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;La vida es dificil, pero ella y el mundo siempre nos da motivos para ser felices, está en nosotros el saber descubrirlos y disfrutarlo... Está en nosotros sentirnos bien,&amp;nbsp;no magnificar lo que nos inquieta, perdonarte y perdonar&amp;nbsp;por todo lo que nos lastima para dar paso a todo aquello que nos motiva, nos da paz, amor&amp;nbsp;y nos hace ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7713390978839659486-3329637249662294584?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3329637249662294584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=3329637249662294584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8702231522563584875</id><published>2011-08-25T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:08:15.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases de celebres'/><title type='text'>Destruyen al ser humano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0g3yodFnbuo/Tlb_nTuhb5I/AAAAAAAABMY/D3ZWbYu_jCU/s1600/soledad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0g3yodFnbuo/Tlb_nTuhb5I/AAAAAAAABMY/D3ZWbYu_jCU/s1600/soledad.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Los factores que destruyen al ser humano es la política sin principios, el placer sin compromiso, la riqueza sin trabajo, la sabiduría sin carácter, los negocios sin moral, la ciencia sin humanidad y la oración sin caridad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&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/7713390978839659486-8702231522563584875?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8702231522563584875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0g3yodFnbuo/Tlb_nTuhb5I/AAAAAAAABMY/D3ZWbYu_jCU/s72-c/soledad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-9130475414900558085</id><published>2011-08-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:25:31.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ley de vida'/><title type='text'>Es divino!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdMAv3kqHug/TkxMkRmMOVI/AAAAAAAABMU/ZXZ4fmQOJks/s1600/perdonar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdMAv3kqHug/TkxMkRmMOVI/AAAAAAAABMU/ZXZ4fmQOJks/s320/perdonar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡Perdonar es divino!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7713390978839659486-9130475414900558085?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9130475414900558085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=9130475414900558085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8603293766151002331</id><published>2011-07-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:04:34.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>Mi amor te dí</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdMHBY1Ej3Q/TiJbweOfYWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/CrdOw1loovs/s1600/amor-solitario.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdMHBY1Ej3Q/TiJbweOfYWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/CrdOw1loovs/s320/amor-solitario.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi amor te di,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor bello que nacio de mi para ti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que covertiste en concesión,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para destruir no solamente mi corazón.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espe.&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-8603293766151002331?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdMHBY1Ej3Q/TiJbweOfYWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/CrdOw1loovs/s72-c/amor-solitario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2792554254287014738</id><published>2011-07-05T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T07:33:29.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Amo a Venezuela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6PUMTKevfs/ThMgGo0M6fI/AAAAAAAABMM/ZTB6BjdlhCQ/s1600/amo_vzla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6PUMTKevfs/ThMgGo0M6fI/AAAAAAAABMM/ZTB6BjdlhCQ/s1600/amo_vzla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;¡Feliz Bicentenario!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-2792554254287014738?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2792554254287014738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k8XbMJgYaos/TgkiTOPwe4I/AAAAAAAABMI/BtoaU0b17ys/s72-c/regalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4286118403643163242</id><published>2011-06-13T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T07:26:43.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>No me querias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHikkrbxcOo/TfaxZzkjCQI/AAAAAAAABME/JNjadPTyKHo/s1600/lagrimasdesangre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yHikkrbxcOo/TfaxZzkjCQI/AAAAAAAABME/JNjadPTyKHo/s320/lagrimasdesangre.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tanto que te amé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;para luego&amp;nbsp;descubrír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que no tú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;no me querias a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Espe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-4286118403643163242?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4286118403643163242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=4286118403643163242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuida tus palabras porque se volverán actos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuida tus actos porque se harán costumbres,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuida tus costumbres porque forjarán tu carácter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuida tu carácter porque formará tu destino,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y&amp;nbsp;tu destino será tu vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4821889549070941434</id><published>2011-04-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:05:45.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Bailar mientras transcurre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mw-PrMXw3hU/TaqC_XIE1PI/AAAAAAAABLw/bGvLFFsSsXw/s1600/lluvia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mw-PrMXw3hU/TaqC_XIE1PI/AAAAAAAABLw/bGvLFFsSsXw/s1600/lluvia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-CO;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"En la vida no es tan necesario esperar a que salga el sol luego de una tormenta, sino aprender a bailar en ella mientras transcurre."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CO" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-CO;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/7713390978839659486-4821889549070941434?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mw-PrMXw3hU/TaqC_XIE1PI/AAAAAAAABLw/bGvLFFsSsXw/s72-c/lluvia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2390790566318471859</id><published>2011-03-22T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:07:22.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Mientras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Rs43oi8RjHs/TYlHSJ8sdnI/AAAAAAAABLk/ZMzcNkfZqYA/s1600/Torches_in_Light_by_luchare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Rs43oi8RjHs/TYlHSJ8sdnI/AAAAAAAABLk/ZMzcNkfZqYA/s1600/Torches_in_Light_by_luchare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Mientras haya ganas de luchar, hay esperanza de vencer”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-2390790566318471859?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2390790566318471859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=2390790566318471859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2390790566318471859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2390790566318471859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/mientras.html' title='Mientras'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Rs43oi8RjHs/TYlHSJ8sdnI/AAAAAAAABLk/ZMzcNkfZqYA/s72-c/Torches_in_Light_by_luchare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-968399072377241580</id><published>2011-03-17T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:03:58.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Corazón renovado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g2PsWHQry28/TYlSoANWlcI/AAAAAAAABLo/g62E4OEHpDc/s1600/corazon-roto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g2PsWHQry28/TYlSoANWlcI/AAAAAAAABLo/g62E4OEHpDc/s320/corazon-roto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca te doblegues ante el dolor que te ha producido algún vivir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logra mantener siempre presente la esperanza que todo ese dolor algún día acabará,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Llora lo que necesites llorar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proponte el sanar ese dolor que nubló de alguna manera tu existir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No permitas jamás que lo acontecido endurezca tu corazón,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confía en el gran poder sanador de Dios que nos monstró Jesús,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y sin importar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomate todo el tiempo que requieras para volver a reir desde tu corazón renovado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-968399072377241580?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/968399072377241580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=968399072377241580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/968399072377241580'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-6285440707196795666</id><published>2011-02-19T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:21:02.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Lleno de posibilidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWmjfIjg04Q/TWAjEyZjCYI/AAAAAAAABLc/Tmt3Q7rqyNs/s1600/futuro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWmjfIjg04Q/TWAjEyZjCYI/AAAAAAAABLc/Tmt3Q7rqyNs/s320/futuro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No se puede cambiar el pasado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero si tenemos&amp;nbsp;un futuro lleno de posibilidades"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWmjfIjg04Q/TWAjEyZjCYI/AAAAAAAABLc/Tmt3Q7rqyNs/s72-c/futuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2316597611923425313</id><published>2011-02-14T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:13:28.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gustavopierral.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/GRACIAS-POR-EXISTIR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" j6="true" src="http://www.gustavopierral.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/GRACIAS-POR-EXISTIR.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"El tiempo distancia a las amistades,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;la memoria los recuerda,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;la tecnología permite saludarlos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y el amor de Dios&amp;nbsp;bendecirlos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Dios bendiga a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tod@s"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tod@s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mis amistades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!Feliz día del amor y la amistad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!Gracias por exitir!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7713390978839659486-2316597611923425313?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2316597611923425313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-3524307950736032754</id><published>2011-02-03T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:57:42.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valores'/><title type='text'>Tolerancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TUtAxAv9L2I/AAAAAAAABLY/u8Z5cNuUJVo/s1600/tolerancia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TUtAxAv9L2I/AAAAAAAABLY/u8Z5cNuUJVo/s320/tolerancia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"La tolerancia de los ideales ajenos es virtud suprema en los que piensan."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;José Ingeniero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/7713390978839659486-3524307950736032754?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3524307950736032754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=3524307950736032754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3524307950736032754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3524307950736032754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/tolerancia.html' title='Tolerancia'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TUtAxAv9L2I/AAAAAAAABLY/u8Z5cNuUJVo/s72-c/tolerancia.jpg' height='72' 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center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Es en casa donde aprendemos a amar a los demás incondicionalmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Es en casa donde llegamos a ser buenos en perdonar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Y es en casa donde somos probados y somos forzados a servir a los demás sin quejarnos y sin resentimiento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Gustavo Carias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gustavocariasmeditaciones.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.gustavocariasmeditaciones.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-3939483357494317706?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3939483357494317706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=3939483357494317706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2098268387045312370</id><published>2011-01-27T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:17:17.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase'/><title type='text'>Simple...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TUIKZtJgeRI/AAAAAAAABLA/dCJ8ucUB3og/s1600/criticar%2Bdiscernir%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TUIKZtJgeRI/AAAAAAAABLA/dCJ8ucUB3og/s400/criticar%2Bdiscernir%2B3.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Simple, el que sabe hace, el que no, critica"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-2098268387045312370?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2098268387045312370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=2098268387045312370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2098268387045312370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2098268387045312370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/simple.html' title='Simple...'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TUIKZtJgeRI/AAAAAAAABLA/dCJ8ucUB3og/s72-c/criticar%2Bdiscernir%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-6643704207765697234</id><published>2011-01-22T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:39:55.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Insomnio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TUCv191BowI/AAAAAAAABKs/TUrB9S7cHb0/s1600/imagesCAHD675E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TUCv191BowI/AAAAAAAABKs/TUrB9S7cHb0/s1600/imagesCAHD675E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ya no duermo, ya no como, ya no se si puedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;ir organizando mis ideas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;sacar fuerzas de donde no tengo para﻿ levantarme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;ya no quiero sufrir mas con esta tonta historia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;que me llena toda la memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;te almacenas en mis pensamientos y me pongo lento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;No no quiero estar así pensando siempre en ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;soñando que apareces de repente y me sacas de este infierno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;ya me quiero ir a dormir, te tengo que olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;para siempre como sea y donde sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;ya me quiero ir a soñar, volver a respirar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Hoy te saco de mi cuerpo para no volverte amar, para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;no volverte a amar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ya no duermo, ya no como, ya no se si puedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;con este insomnio algo dominante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;esta cama es como un planeta sin sus habitantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;ya no quiero sufrir mas con esta tonta historia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;que me llena toda la memoria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;te almacenas en mis pensamientos y me pongo lento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;No no quiero estar asi pensando siempre en ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;soñando que apareces de repente y me sacas de este infierno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ya me quiero ir a dormir te tengo que olvidar para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;como sea y donde sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;me quiero ir a soñar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;volver a respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;hoy te saco de mi cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;para no volverte amar, para no volverte amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ya me quiero ir a﻿ soñar volver a respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;hoy te saco de mi cama y de mi historia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;de mi vida y de todas mis memorias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;hoy te saco de mi cuerpo para no volvert amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;A quien engaño, si mañana tu te me apareces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;se me olvida todo lo que he dicho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;no hay insomnio suficientemente fuerte para olvidarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Roque Valero&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/7713390978839659486-6643704207765697234?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6643704207765697234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=6643704207765697234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6643704207765697234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6643704207765697234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/insomnio.html' title='Insomnio'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"La esperanza, hermana debil de la fe"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaf%C3%ADsica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Metafisica&lt;/span&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/7713390978839659486-9167369420533787414?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9167369420533787414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=9167369420533787414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2669750810241689949</id><published>2011-01-15T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T04:35:15.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase'/><title type='text'>La peor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TTGSAlELDwI/AAAAAAAABKI/-21sNn2QoMs/s1600/Sin+esperanza.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TTGSAlELDwI/AAAAAAAABKI/-21sNn2QoMs/s320/Sin+esperanza.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;La esperanza es el peor de los males&lt;/i&gt; de los humanos, &lt;i&gt;pues prolonga el tormento del hombre&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friedrich_Nietzsche"&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;( Cuando el hombre vive atormentado) &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/7713390978839659486-2669750810241689949?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TTGSAlELDwI/AAAAAAAABKI/-21sNn2QoMs/s72-c/Sin+esperanza.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4464983025880819070</id><published>2011-01-09T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:00:02.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>El amor hace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TSpaA5x-l9I/AAAAAAAABKE/LjM1CEE_lBQ/s1600/amor+y+luna+llena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" n4="true" 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TSUm6SFVUtI/AAAAAAAABKA/TqjED35_RIE/s1600/tarotdistancia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TSUm6SFVUtI/AAAAAAAABKA/TqjED35_RIE/s320/tarotdistancia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Algo de mi, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quedo en tí &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y aunque no volví, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;te recuerde quién fuí"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Espe.&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/7713390978839659486-2733644154744623?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2733644154744623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=2733644154744623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-5681579047647376746</id><published>2010-12-25T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T04:01:44.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblia'/><title type='text'>Y Dios se hizo hombre....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TRXczHOST5I/AAAAAAAABJk/PMPKMVlSulE/s1600/el-nacimiento-de-jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TRXczHOST5I/AAAAAAAABJk/PMPKMVlSulE/s320/el-nacimiento-de-jesus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Y Dios se hizo hombre, y habitó entre nosotros"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Cf. Jn 1,14)&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-5681579047647376746?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5681579047647376746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=5681579047647376746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5681579047647376746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5681579047647376746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/y-dios-se-hizo-hombre.html' title='Y Dios se hizo hombre....'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TRXczHOST5I/AAAAAAAABJk/PMPKMVlSulE/s72-c/el-nacimiento-de-jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2869723369040691700</id><published>2010-12-16T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T03:06:35.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Alma y corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TQsW-pk-moI/AAAAAAAABJc/-ny782CiVYk/s1600/secretos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TQsW-pk-moI/AAAAAAAABJc/-ny782CiVYk/s320/secretos.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"La cara es el espejo del alma y los ojos confiesan en silencio los secretos del corazón"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7713390978839659486-2869723369040691700?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2869723369040691700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=2869723369040691700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2869723369040691700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2869723369040691700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/alma-y-corazon.html' title='Alma y corazón'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TQsW-pk-moI/AAAAAAAABJc/-ny782CiVYk/s72-c/secretos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4730418642894583315</id><published>2010-12-13T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T04:05:41.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Más importante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TQYL3-rO-CI/AAAAAAAABJY/0cXHZPjhvyk/s1600/actitud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TQYL3-rO-CI/AAAAAAAABJY/0cXHZPjhvyk/s320/actitud.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Más importante&amp;nbsp;es la actitud que la aptitud"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-4730418642894583315?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4730418642894583315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=4730418642894583315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4730418642894583315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4730418642894583315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/mas-importante.html' title='Más importante'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TQYL3-rO-CI/AAAAAAAABJY/0cXHZPjhvyk/s72-c/actitud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-1460153207304328132</id><published>2010-12-05T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T10:52:32.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Para ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TPvfCgS225I/AAAAAAAABJU/G8wXhMvPeE4/s1600/tocarelcel2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TPvfCgS225I/AAAAAAAABJU/G8wXhMvPeE4/s320/tocarelcel2.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Para ser feliz es necesario amar y para amar es necesario donarse"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-1460153207304328132?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1460153207304328132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=1460153207304328132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/1460153207304328132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/1460153207304328132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/para-ser-feliz.html' title='Para ser feliz'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TPvfCgS225I/AAAAAAAABJU/G8wXhMvPeE4/s72-c/tocarelcel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8220326215853825018</id><published>2010-12-04T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T07:07:57.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>La mejor disculpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TPpZD8cNRxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/3VFUcRQAass/s1600/bob_esponja_ok.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TPpZD8cNRxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/3VFUcRQAass/s320/bob_esponja_ok.gif" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Las acciones correctas para el futuro son la mejor disculpa de las equivocaciones del pasado."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tryon Edwards&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-8220326215853825018?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8220326215853825018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8220326215853825018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8220326215853825018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8220326215853825018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-mejor-disculpa.html' title='La mejor disculpa'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TPpZD8cNRxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/3VFUcRQAass/s72-c/bob_esponja_ok.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8794257375741369732</id><published>2010-11-21T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:16:57.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otros escritos'/><title type='text'>De la crítica a la libertad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TOkgs1IqAOI/AAAAAAAABJM/2q9hpbLCz6w/s1600/pensamiento-critico-250x3001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TOkgs1IqAOI/AAAAAAAABJM/2q9hpbLCz6w/s1600/pensamiento-critico-250x3001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;El crítico no aparece con toda su fuerza hasta que uno tiene la oportunidad de hacer lo que quiere, algo que a veces es muy importante y que entraña un riesgo. A mí, esto me ocurrió en la Universidad, cuando pude escoger los estudios que deseaba realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;El crítico interior es un cierto modo universal. Las actividades creativas nos espabilan y nos llevan al conocimiento. Pero él nos dice: -No aprendas, puedes descubrir algo horrible sobre tí; no vayas a ese rio de la vida, podrías ahogarte-. El saber es peligroso porque lleva al cambio. Los cambios en nuestra percepción, en cómo vivimos, en nuestras relaciones, nos asustan. Vivir es cambiar. Y por positivo que sea el resultado, el cambio suscita sentimientos de pérdida, e incluso de muerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A menudo tratamos de luchar contra el crítico con el alcohol o las drogas, para cobrar valor, o tratamos de negar su presencia buscando grandes éxitos o, por el contrario, no aspiramos a nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;En lugar de eso, considera la posibilidad de conocer al crítico. Él posee información valiosa: es quien guarda nuestros temores más profundos, y la resistencia sugiere que estamos en un buen camino. Viéndolo de otra manera, nuestro crítico trata de ahorrarnos el dolor del cambio, la vergüenza del miedo. Nos disuade de hacer cosas que percibe como peligrosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Declara tu intención de conocer a tu crítico. Admite que aunque algunas personas –padre, profesores….- te hayan criticado, una versión interna del crítico vive en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprendí que mis peores temores se referían a hacer el ridículo, a equivocarme y a que no me tomasen en serio. Pero tenemos la obligación de estar los más vivos que podamos, de dar lo que solo nosotros podemos dar. El arte es una forma de conocer nuestro don y de aprender a darlo a los demás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Llegará un día en que tu crítico madure y cambie a su vez. Quizás se convierta en un amigo comprensivo que te dirá cuando sentarte y esperar. De momento, limítate a intentar a aceptar a tu crítico tal como es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patballen.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat B. Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-8794257375741369732?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8794257375741369732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8794257375741369732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8794257375741369732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8794257375741369732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-la-critica-la-libertad.html' title='De la crítica a la libertad'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TOkgs1IqAOI/AAAAAAAABJM/2q9hpbLCz6w/s72-c/pensamiento-critico-250x3001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2582667443325264453</id><published>2010-10-31T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:08:39.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>No quiero ser como</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TM2T3dc5toI/AAAAAAAABJI/EHTwC3Lhkic/s1600/Fiji+playa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TM2T3dc5toI/AAAAAAAABJI/EHTwC3Lhkic/s320/Fiji+playa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;“Son como nubes arrastradas por el viento que no dan lluvia, árboles que no dan fruto al final del otoño y que ya están muertos antes de ser arrancados de raíz; olas embravecidas del mar que arrojan la espuma de sus vicios; estrellas errantes a las que esperan las tinieblas eternas.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;(Jud 12-13).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-2582667443325264453?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2582667443325264453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=2582667443325264453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2582667443325264453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2582667443325264453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-quiero-ser-como.html' title='No quiero ser como'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TM2T3dc5toI/AAAAAAAABJI/EHTwC3Lhkic/s72-c/Fiji+playa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8082652849021419726</id><published>2010-10-23T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T07:21:22.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>La amistad es un ARTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TMOf5wQOTgI/AAAAAAAABJE/wMUB2CCtQvU/s1600/ARBOL+DE+LA+AMISTAD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TMOf5wQOTgI/AAAAAAAABJE/wMUB2CCtQvU/s320/ARBOL+DE+LA+AMISTAD.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;SaludARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;BesARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;AnimARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;AbrazARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;BromeARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;FastidiARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;AmARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;LlamARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;ApoyARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;CantARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;AdmirARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;AconsejARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;TolerARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;EscuchARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;RespetARTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Y a veces imitARTE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Pero nunca nunca olvidARTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;y mucho menos ignorARTE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;ni maltratARTE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;o manipulARTE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;ni abusARTE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;utilizARTE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;y aún menos insultARTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La amistad es un ARTE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-8082652849021419726?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8082652849021419726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8082652849021419726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8082652849021419726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8082652849021419726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-amistad-es-un-arte.html' title='La amistad es un ARTE'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TMOf5wQOTgI/AAAAAAAABJE/wMUB2CCtQvU/s72-c/ARBOL+DE+LA+AMISTAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-331208932087582493</id><published>2010-10-12T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:38:55.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>La suerte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TLS5Dsg-RTI/AAAAAAAABJA/kknrTHRIBaQ/s1600/suerte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TLS5Dsg-RTI/AAAAAAAABJA/kknrTHRIBaQ/s320/suerte.jpg" width="320" /&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/7713390978839659486-331208932087582493?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TLS5Dsg-RTI/AAAAAAAABJA/kknrTHRIBaQ/s72-c/suerte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-3159841546008906730</id><published>2010-09-25T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:58:59.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>La paciente Sra. Venezuela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TJ6adaUkTEI/AAAAAAAABI8/eDH8rWmcPpg/s1600/croquis_mapa_venezuela_rojo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TJ6adaUkTEI/AAAAAAAABI8/eDH8rWmcPpg/s320/croquis_mapa_venezuela_rojo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;"La paciente: Sra. Venezuela, recluida en el Hospital Suramérica, se solicitan al menos 10 millones de donantes de votos del tipo O-positor. Padece del mortal virus del Comunismo. Este cáncer es curable con MASIVAS dosis de VOTOS. &lt;b&gt;Los donantes por favor dirigirse al centro de votación más cercano el 26 de Sep y Votar!!!!!!" &lt;/b&gt;&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/7713390978839659486-3159841546008906730?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3159841546008906730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=3159841546008906730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3159841546008906730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3159841546008906730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-paciente-sra-venezuela.html' title='La paciente Sra. Venezuela'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TJ6adaUkTEI/AAAAAAAABI8/eDH8rWmcPpg/s72-c/croquis_mapa_venezuela_rojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4703050340442399526</id><published>2010-09-15T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:28:05.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Mi futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TJFyPfc0zsI/AAAAAAAABI0/gdwUzodb24c/s1600/camino_al_futuro_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="464" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TJFyPfc0zsI/AAAAAAAABI0/gdwUzodb24c/s640/camino_al_futuro_3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo el presente construyendo el futuro que deseo, tomando acciones y decisiones para lograr el futuro que anhelo, con la puerta abierta para los imprevistos que en mi camino me consiga y una sonrisa franca para aceptar lo que no esperaba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span 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both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TEh_4BG3U0I/AAAAAAAABIM/7PLMPpqBl4Q/s1600/dia%20especial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TEh_4BG3U0I/AAAAAAAABIM/7PLMPpqBl4Q/s320/dia%2520especial.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Hoy, &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;día &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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recuerdos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-6408107347804294218?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6408107347804294218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=6408107347804294218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2564405971492494705</id><published>2010-07-15T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:39:02.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Venezuela no es la excepción</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TD8dPatH27I/AAAAAAAABH0/OwOGcsHw_Gs/s1600/confrontacion.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TD8dPatH27I/AAAAAAAABH0/OwOGcsHw_Gs/s320/confrontacion.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Históricamente las relaciones entre las autoridades de ideología comunistas y la Iglesia Católica no han sido buenas por ser opuestas y en Venezuela no es la excepción”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-2564405971492494705?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2564405971492494705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡Intentarlo de nuevo!, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si ya no se quiere sentir, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no se logra creer, no se quiere sufrir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no se quiere vivir y mucho menos latir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya fueron muchos caminos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que se aceptaron ir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lleno de muchos destinos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que llegaron a su fin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya fueron muchas ilusiones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que no lograron surgir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;llena de muchas canciones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que lograron sucumbir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡Intentarlo de nuevo!, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si ya no se quiere sentir, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no se logra creer, no se quiere sufrir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no se quiere vivir y mucho menos latir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Espe.&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/7713390978839659486-1730715500353840144?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1730715500353840144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=1730715500353840144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/1730715500353840144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/1730715500353840144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/intentarlo-de-nuevo.html' title='Intentarlo de nuevo'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TDs6kJxuVSI/AAAAAAAABHs/2i78aQ2DMPE/s72-c/mujer-sola-fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-7180727970874467700</id><published>2010-07-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:07:19.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Solo el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TC_sgXRla3I/AAAAAAAABHk/U9E2f8HKSzw/s1600/planeando-boda-perfecta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TC_sgXRla3I/AAAAAAAABHk/U9E2f8HKSzw/s320/planeando-boda-perfecta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Solo el amor nos hace ver perfectos, aunque en realidad no lo seamos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-7180727970874467700?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7180727970874467700/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TC_sgXRla3I/AAAAAAAABHk/U9E2f8HKSzw/s72-c/planeando-boda-perfecta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2322717773063228902</id><published>2010-07-01T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:04:53.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Se va</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TC0sJzcuskI/AAAAAAAABHc/5u-IMtw6Pwo/s1600/se_va.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TC0sJzcuskI/AAAAAAAABHc/5u-IMtw6Pwo/s320/se_va.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si no quieres al amor, él simplemente&amp;nbsp;se va"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-2322717773063228902?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2322717773063228902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=2322717773063228902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2322717773063228902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2322717773063228902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-va.html' title='Se va'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TC0sJzcuskI/AAAAAAAABHc/5u-IMtw6Pwo/s72-c/se_va.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8428019829732397997</id><published>2010-06-30T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:58:06.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Mientes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt3Y39Xr6I/AAAAAAAABG0/j57hbt1jMLM/s1600/mientes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt3Y39Xr6I/AAAAAAAABG0/j57hbt1jMLM/s320/mientes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Tú Llegaste a mi vida para enseñarme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;tú, supiste encenderme y luego apagarme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;tú, te hiciste indispensable para mi y… y…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Y con los ojos cerrados te seguí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;si yo busqué dolor lo conseguí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;no eres la persona que pensé, que creí, que pedí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Mientes, me haces daño y luego te arrepientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;ya no tiene caso que lo intentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;no me quedan ganas de sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Llegas cuando estoy a punto de olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;busca tu camino en otra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;mientras busco el tiempo que perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;y hoy estoy mejor sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Voy de nuevo recordando lo que soy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;sabiendo lo que das y lo que doy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;el nido que buscaste para ti y… y…y…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Y el tiempo hizo lo suyo y comprendí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;las cosas no suceden porque si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;no eres la persona que pensé, que creí, que pedí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Mientes, me haces daño y luego te arrepientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;ya no tiene caso que lo intentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;no me quedan ganas de sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Llegas cuando estoy a punto de olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;busca tu camino en otra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;mientras busco el tiempo que perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;y hoy estoy mejor sin ti, y hoy estoy mejor sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Llegas cuando estoy a punto de olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;busca tu camino en otra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;mientras busco el tiempo que perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;y hoy estoy mejor sin ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;y hoy estoy mejor sin ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;y hoy estoy mejor sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59MhLzCpyRs&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7713390978839659486-8428019829732397997?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8428019829732397997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8428019829732397997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8428019829732397997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8428019829732397997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/mientes.html' title='Mientes'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt3Y39Xr6I/AAAAAAAABG0/j57hbt1jMLM/s72-c/mientes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-7662116778941887232</id><published>2010-06-23T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:03:32.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Crecimiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCJK5ouN_JI/AAAAAAAABGs/6m5gZuop1dw/s1600/puertacielo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCJK5ouN_JI/AAAAAAAABGs/6m5gZuop1dw/s320/puertacielo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nada sienta mejor al cuerpo que el crecimiento espiritual." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbio Chino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7713390978839659486-7662116778941887232?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7662116778941887232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=7662116778941887232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/7662116778941887232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/7662116778941887232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/crecimiento.html' title='Crecimiento'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCJK5ouN_JI/AAAAAAAABGs/6m5gZuop1dw/s72-c/puertacielo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-6411179963659330898</id><published>2010-06-16T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:26:57.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>En emergencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TBkXDc2BdnI/AAAAAAAABCw/q0Vh-uPvJHg/s1600/corazon11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TBkXDc2BdnI/AAAAAAAABCw/q0Vh-uPvJHg/s320/corazon11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;La gente está tan acostumbrada a ser infeliz, que la sensación de felicidad les parece sospecha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;La gente esta tan reprimida, que la espontánea ternura le incomoda y el amor le inspira desconfianza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sin amor nada tiene sentido, sin amor estamos perdidos, sin amor corremos el riesgo de estar de nuevo transitando de espalda a la luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;La gente feliz no es rentable, con lucidez no hay necesidades innecesarias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;El corazón está en emergencia por falta de amor, hay que volver a conquistar la vida enamorarnos otra vez de ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Quechua&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/7713390978839659486-6411179963659330898?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6411179963659330898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=6411179963659330898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6411179963659330898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6411179963659330898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/en-emergencia.html' title='En emergencia'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TBkXDc2BdnI/AAAAAAAABCw/q0Vh-uPvJHg/s72-c/corazon11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8270696621854100040</id><published>2010-06-09T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T07:27:53.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>Mi amor es tuyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TA_UBMO5l0I/AAAAAAAABCo/pwcVB7yRyzw/s1600/brazo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TA_UBMO5l0I/AAAAAAAABCo/pwcVB7yRyzw/s320/brazo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;A la distancia de un brazo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;te encuentro puerto seguro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;en el calor de tu abrazo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;tu encuentro amor conjuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Ansias sosiego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;pasiones a amores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;temores serenos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;fidelidad constante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;roble perenne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;sombra amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;silencio oportuno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;paciencia viviente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;A la distancia de un brazo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;te encuentro puerto seguro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;en el calor de tu abrazo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;te encuentro mi amor es tuyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Espe.&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/7713390978839659486-8270696621854100040?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8270696621854100040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8270696621854100040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8270696621854100040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8270696621854100040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-amor-es-tuyo.html' title='Mi amor es tuyo'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TA_UBMO5l0I/AAAAAAAABCo/pwcVB7yRyzw/s72-c/brazo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8412557947834289048</id><published>2010-06-02T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:26:24.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Se....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TAbwLhhKBxI/AAAAAAAABCg/yVYfX7PrYFs/s1600/FELIZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TAbwLhhKBxI/AAAAAAAABCg/yVYfX7PrYFs/s320/FELIZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los errores no se niegan, se asumen....... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los pecados no se juzgan, se perdonan...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las tristezas no se lamentan, se superan........ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y la verdadera amistad no se deja perder, se valora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-8412557947834289048?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8412557947834289048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8412557947834289048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8412557947834289048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8412557947834289048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/se.html' title='Se....'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TAbwLhhKBxI/AAAAAAAABCg/yVYfX7PrYFs/s72-c/FELIZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8384790485169904049</id><published>2010-05-23T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T04:52:28.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mas que momentos'/><title type='text'>¡Gracias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S_kWXhahinI/AAAAAAAABCY/kmlA4rDU-1M/s1600/Gracias.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S_kWXhahinI/AAAAAAAABCY/kmlA4rDU-1M/s320/Gracias.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Gozando del Espíritu Santo que santifico y ordeno mi vida, que aletea sobre mi diariamente iluminando mi entendimiento, fortaleciendo mi voluntad, purificando mi corazón; soy dócil a sus inspiraciones. Desde el primer Pentecostés hasta la fecha, donde descendió sobre los apóstoles y desciendes sobre nosotros llenándonos de gracia y sabiduría, así derramas constantemente sobre mi tus dones de sabiduría, entendimiento, consejo, fortaleza, ciencia, piedad y temor de Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Abriste mi mente para que pudiera reconocer mis pecados y no querer volverlos a cometer, hacerme entender mis deberes y hacerlos cumplir con gozo y sabiduría, mis defectos para corregirlos, me haces no apreciar las vanidades de la tierra, como me haces desear continuamente las grandezas del cielo para disfrutarlas y vivir mi vida como lo hago hoy día, con plenitud en incesante gozo, inagotable paz y abundante amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;¡Gracias mi amado Espíritu Santo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;¡Mil Gracias en tu día! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Espe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-8384790485169904049?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8384790485169904049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8384790485169904049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8384790485169904049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8384790485169904049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/gracias.html' title='¡Gracias!'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S_kWXhahinI/AAAAAAAABCY/kmlA4rDU-1M/s72-c/Gracias.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2066655909722937492</id><published>2010-05-13T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:52:53.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>En contra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S-xmd2CF6yI/AAAAAAAABCQ/V-SI49CeDMI/s1600/noche+desesperada[1].JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S-xmd2CF6yI/AAAAAAAABCQ/V-SI49CeDMI/s320/noche%2Bdesesperada%5B1%5D.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hombre:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mientras le gritas a tu mujer, quizás alguno esta deseando hablarle al oído.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mientras la humillas, la ofendes, la insultas y la degradas, quizás alguien la corteja y le recuerda que es una gran mujer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mientras le pegas, quizás existas uno que si la ame&amp;nbsp;y desee hacerle el amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mientras la engañas,&amp;nbsp;él la trate con respeto, cariño&amp;nbsp;y sinceridad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mientras la haces llorar, quizás él la vea triste y le robe muchas sonrisas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡Hombre! eres Tú quien apartas su amor de ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡Ámala!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En contra de&amp;nbsp;la violencia de género.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;En contra del machismo enfermizo y dañino&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/7713390978839659486-2066655909722937492?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2066655909722937492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=2066655909722937492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2066655909722937492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2066655909722937492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/en-contra.html' title='En contra'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S-xmd2CF6yI/AAAAAAAABCQ/V-SI49CeDMI/s72-c/noche%2Bdesesperada%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-1811403581960903386</id><published>2010-05-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:42:49.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mas que momentos'/><title type='text'>Bendecida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S-stlIJ68eI/AAAAAAAABCI/uNTqv07ubMA/s1600/Blessed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S-stlIJ68eI/AAAAAAAABCI/uNTqv07ubMA/s320/Blessed.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;En el incesante gozo y la inagotable paz que me brinda el amor de Dios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-1811403581960903386?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1811403581960903386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=1811403581960903386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/1811403581960903386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/1811403581960903386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/bendecida.html' title='Bendecida'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S-stlIJ68eI/AAAAAAAABCI/uNTqv07ubMA/s72-c/Blessed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8824389010083158688</id><published>2010-05-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:23:03.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comentario'/><title type='text'>Con Dios o con el Diablo (2 polos incongeniables)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S-MfVeWMBjI/AAAAAAAABB4/mHuwrLcfCPA/s1600/W-foto%20abre%20voz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S-MfVeWMBjI/AAAAAAAABB4/mHuwrLcfCPA/s320/W-foto%2520abre%2520voz.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mural pintado y apoyado por los habitantes de la Piedria, conocidos por su afecto y seguimiento a la ideología que promueve "El Supremo", lo&amp;nbsp;cual es un reflejo de la bipolaridad totalmente contrarias de la misma, que por un lado habla de amor, de paz, de solidaridad, de amistad, etc y al mismo tiempo compra todo tipo de arma, arma campesinos, crear guerrillas,&amp;nbsp;promueve la discordia,&amp;nbsp;saca rencores, aflora odios, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Cristo y la virgen que son amor, paz, gozo y fuerza espiritual, entre muchas otras cosas buenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Armas que son muerte, violencia, intolerancia, guerra, odio, debilidad emocional y humana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Quien las une no tiene la menor idea a que vino Cristo a este mundo, cual es su palabra, cual es la misión espiritual de Maria para nosotros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Quien las une no cree en el amor, ni en la paz y mucho menos tiene la fuerza espiritual que solo Dios da a través de su hijo con la intersección de Maria su madre, quien fue dejada como nuestra madre espiritual por el mismo Jesús.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Quien las une por creer que así logrará la protección que da Dios y la virgen más las armas que utilizan para “protegerse”, NO entienden que estos son dos polos incongeniables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Se esta con Dios y su mundo&amp;nbsp;divino&amp;nbsp;(vida, amor, paz, gozo, fortaleza, verdad, esperanza, templanza, caridad, sabiduría, sanación, bien, etc)&lt;/span&gt; o se esta con el Diablo y su mundo de&amp;nbsp;la oscuridad (guerra, envidia, rencor, mentira, odio, violencia, muerte, venganza, debilidad, vicios, pecado, mal, etc).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;2 Polos incongeniables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-8824389010083158688?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8824389010083158688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8824389010083158688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8824389010083158688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8824389010083158688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/con-dios-o-con-el-diablo-2-polos.html' title='Con Dios o con el Diablo (2 polos incongeniables)'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S-MfVeWMBjI/AAAAAAAABB4/mHuwrLcfCPA/s72-c/W-foto%2520abre%2520voz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-5317794797395397981</id><published>2010-05-03T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:50:47.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ley de vida'/><title type='text'>Lleno de :)  :-)  :o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S98MeTspxII/AAAAAAAABBo/ocIomWRvd8o/s1600/sonrisas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S98MeTspxII/AAAAAAAABBo/ocIomWRvd8o/s320/sonrisas.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;El mal trae maldad, la maldad males, pero&amp;nbsp;el amor en cambio&amp;nbsp;trae amor, trae bien; el dar trae recibir y la sonrisa muchas &amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;:-)&amp;nbsp; :o).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te deseo un día lleno de :) &amp;nbsp;:-)&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-5317794797395397981?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5317794797395397981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=5317794797395397981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5317794797395397981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5317794797395397981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/lleno-de-o.html' title='Lleno de :)  :-)  :o)'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S98MeTspxII/AAAAAAAABBo/ocIomWRvd8o/s72-c/sonrisas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-5702825320069490872</id><published>2010-04-29T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:54:49.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mas que momentos'/><title type='text'>Corazón en verdadera paz y alegría</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S9nHe7SwjgI/AAAAAAAABBg/N-BoxHCzC1Q/s1600/corazon+en+paz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S9nHe7SwjgI/AAAAAAAABBg/N-BoxHCzC1Q/s320/corazon+en+paz.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dios nos hizo para Él, y nuestro corazón estará inquieto hasta que descanse en Él."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;San Agustin de Hipona&lt;/strong&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/7713390978839659486-5702825320069490872?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5702825320069490872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=5702825320069490872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5702825320069490872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5702825320069490872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/corazon-en-verdadera-paz-y-alegria.html' title='Corazón en verdadera paz y alegría'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S9nHe7SwjgI/AAAAAAAABBg/N-BoxHCzC1Q/s72-c/corazon+en+paz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-5535060411800395500</id><published>2010-04-28T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:39:39.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mas que momentos'/><title type='text'>Ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S9icoHrOA6I/AAAAAAAABBY/CofrczkIovU/s1600/Paloma.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S9icoHrOA6I/AAAAAAAABBY/CofrczkIovU/s320/Paloma.gif" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;“…ni los ladrones, ni los que no tienen nunca bastante, ni los que se aprovechan de los demás… heredarán el Reino de Dios” ( 1 Co 6, 10 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-5535060411800395500?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5535060411800395500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=5535060411800395500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5535060411800395500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5535060411800395500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/ni.html' title='Ni'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S9icoHrOA6I/AAAAAAAABBY/CofrczkIovU/s72-c/Paloma.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-3875917292515752315</id><published>2010-04-28T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:33:47.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otros escritos'/><title type='text'>Angustiados por el mañana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;El hombre de hoy vive angustiado por el mañana, una atmósfera de desgracias y muertes lo asedia constantemente, los medios de comunicación le disparan cada día titulares y noticias sobre todos los infortunios de la humanidad, en su afán comercial han descubierto que lo que el hombre busca en los periódicos, en los noticieros, en la televisión, son las malas noticias, donde ocurrió el último terremoto, en tiempo de sequías quiere saber cuantas cosechas se han perdido y en tiempo de lluvias cuantos países se han inundado, los fines de semana le dicen cuantas personas han ingresado a la morgue, víctimas de los crímenes más horrendos, y a nivel internacional como van las guerras, cuantas explosiones causó el terrorismo, si los presidentes de los países se reúnen le interesa más saber si se pelearon entre si, quienes están unos contra los otros y no si se firmó algún tratado de paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;De allí que es natural que en su vida particular esté constantemente temeroso de lo que le pueda ocurrir, ansioso por saber lo que eventualmente pueda sucederle mañana, si no va a conseguir el alimento porque va a escasear o porque van a subir de precio, que lo pueden botar del trabajo por las trampas que le ponen sus compañeros para serrucharle la silla, que lo van a asaltar a la vuelta de la esquina y tantas cosas más. En este afán llega hasta consultar con horóscopos y adivinadores que han proliferado en medio de esa angustia por el mañana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Entre nosotros los católicos no debe ser así, creemos en un Dios que es Todopoderoso, para quien no hay nada imposible y que nos ama con locura porque somos sus criaturas, hechura de sus manos a su imagen y semejanza. El hombre justo solo teme al Señor, temor de no ofenderle, no por el castigo que pueda darnos sino porque es un Dios tan bueno que no merece que le ofendamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;“¡Feliz el hombre que teme al Señor y valora mucho sus mandamientos! Su semilla será pujante en el país, los retoños del hombre bueno serán benditos…No tiene miedo a las malas noticias, pues en su corazón confía en el Señor; su corazón está firme, nada teme, al final, despreciará a sus adversarios.” (Sal 112, 1, 7-8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;El hombre que confía en Dios no teme, tiene fe en la Divina Providencia, piensa “Dios proveerá”, así como alimentó a su pueblo en el desierto, a mi también me cuidará y nada malo ha de ocurrirme, El me ha dado la protección del Espíritu Santo desde el día en que me bautizé y vivo bajo sus alas, seguro y confiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;No nos dejemos envolver por la vorágine del mundo, somos el rebaño de Jesús, El es nuestro Buen Pastor que nos cuida y nos lleva a lugares seguros confortando nuestro espíritu, tengamos fe plena en que su bastón y su callado nos protegerán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S9iadEXrt7I/AAAAAAAABBQ/U7HxcnKTO0M/s1600/Pan+Diario+Septiembre+17,+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S9iadEXrt7I/AAAAAAAABBQ/U7HxcnKTO0M/s320/Pan+Diario+Septiembre+17,+2009.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Gustavo Carias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gustavocariasmeditaciones.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.gustavocariasmeditaciones.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-3875917292515752315?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gustavocariasmeditaciones.blogspot.com' title='Angustiados por el mañana'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3875917292515752315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=3875917292515752315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3875917292515752315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3875917292515752315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/angustiados-por-el-manana.html' title='Angustiados por el mañana'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S9iadEXrt7I/AAAAAAAABBQ/U7HxcnKTO0M/s72-c/Pan+Diario+Septiembre+17,+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-6771609894565561252</id><published>2010-04-18T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:52:00.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>Gitana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S8u_-jAvNCI/AAAAAAAABBI/k24bETC9ud0/s1600/Mujer%2520Gitana_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461670054387987490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S8u_-jAvNCI/AAAAAAAABBI/k24bETC9ud0/s400/Mujer%2520Gitana_800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nunca use un antifaz,&lt;br /&gt;Voy de paso por este mundo fugaz,&lt;br /&gt;No pretende parar,&lt;br /&gt;Dime quien camina, cuando se puede volar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi destino es andar,&lt;br /&gt;Mis recuerdos son una estela en el mar,&lt;br /&gt;Lo que tengo lo doy,&lt;br /&gt;Digo lo que pienso, tómame como soy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y va liviano,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón gitano,&lt;br /&gt;sólo entiende de la tira a contramano.&lt;br /&gt;No intentes amarrarme, ni dominarme,&lt;br /&gt;yo soy quien elige cómo equivocarme,&lt;br /&gt;aprovéchame que si llegué ayer me puedo ir mañana,&lt;br /&gt;que soy gitana, soy gitana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo siendo aprendiz,&lt;br /&gt;en cada beso y con cada cicatriz,&lt;br /&gt;Algo pude entender,&lt;br /&gt;de tanto que tropiezo ya sé como caer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y va liviano,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón gitano,&lt;br /&gt;sólo entiende de la tira a contramano,&lt;br /&gt;No intentes amarrarme, ni dominarme,&lt;br /&gt;yo soy quien elige cómo equivocarme,&lt;br /&gt;aprovéchame que si llegué ayer me puedo ir mañana,&lt;br /&gt;que soy gitana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos y demos que la vida es un goce,&lt;br /&gt;es normal que le temas a lo que no conoces,&lt;br /&gt;Tómame y vamos que la vida es un goce,&lt;br /&gt;es normal que le temas a lo que no conoces,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero verte volar ahh, quiero verte volar. uuuuhuuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va liviano,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón gitano,&lt;br /&gt;que sólo entiende de la tira a contramano,&lt;br /&gt;No intentes amarrarme, ni dominarme,&lt;br /&gt;yo soy quien elige cómo equivocarme,&lt;br /&gt;aprovéchame que si llegué ayer me puedo ir mañana,&lt;br /&gt;que soy gitana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Shakira&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/7713390978839659486-6771609894565561252?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6771609894565561252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=6771609894565561252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6771609894565561252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6771609894565561252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/gitana.html' title='Gitana'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S8u_-jAvNCI/AAAAAAAABBI/k24bETC9ud0/s72-c/Mujer%2520Gitana_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4611373030949104055</id><published>2010-04-09T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:42:54.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>El cigarrillo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S7_v01m0aII/AAAAAAAABBA/U41D3DQyVPY/s1600/fumando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344964418463874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S7_v01m0aII/AAAAAAAABBA/U41D3DQyVPY/s400/fumando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anoche estuve conversando con mi cigarrillo&lt;br /&gt;y me sentí cansada, cansada, aburrida y tan vacía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que a veces hasta pienso&lt;br /&gt;que ni siquiera existo&lt;br /&gt;que a veces hasta pienso&lt;br /&gt;que ni siquiera existo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo encendí muy lentamente&lt;br /&gt;le di una fumada y al mirar el humo&lt;br /&gt;que en el espacio se volatizaba&lt;br /&gt;recordé tantas cosas que creí olvidadas&lt;br /&gt;se las conté todas mientras que lo fumaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le converse de ti&lt;br /&gt;y de mis añoranzas&lt;br /&gt;le conté de tus besos y de mis esperanzas&lt;br /&gt;le conté de tu olvido&lt;br /&gt;de mis lagrimas tantas&lt;br /&gt;de aquello que vivimos y que hoy se a vuelto nada&lt;br /&gt;le dije que es posible&lt;br /&gt;que a mi nadie me quiera&lt;br /&gt;por que he intentado vivir a mi manera&lt;br /&gt;por que me he negado a pagar el tributo&lt;br /&gt;de bajeza y pecado que hoy nos exige el mundo&lt;br /&gt;que a lo mejor estoy acabada&lt;br /&gt;o que la vida me ha vencido&lt;br /&gt;que he sufrido y he llorado&lt;br /&gt;que he luchado y he reído&lt;br /&gt;y que es lo que he ganado´&lt;br /&gt;por ser así tan comprensiva&lt;br /&gt;solo vivir desesperada&lt;br /&gt;en un mundo tan vacío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo,aaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anoche estuve conversando&lt;br /&gt;con mi cigarrillo&lt;br /&gt;y al terminar&lt;br /&gt;pensando me quede entre suspiros&lt;br /&gt;que en este verso triste&lt;br /&gt;que es el mundo en que vivo&lt;br /&gt;solo el me va quedando...&lt;br /&gt;Como único amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjFl2DVgUpM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjFl2DVgUpM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7713390978839659486-4611373030949104055?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4611373030949104055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=4611373030949104055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4611373030949104055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4611373030949104055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-cigarrillo.html' title='El cigarrillo'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S7_v01m0aII/AAAAAAAABBA/U41D3DQyVPY/s72-c/fumando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4800761597551008123</id><published>2010-04-04T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:11:31.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mas que momentos'/><title type='text'>Valió la pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S7jICjfQ6_I/AAAAAAAABA4/cW50mht34Gk/s1600/israel-iglesia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456330894771022834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S7jICjfQ6_I/AAAAAAAABA4/cW50mht34Gk/s400/israel-iglesia2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No fueron los clavos los que sostuvieron a Jesús en la Cruz, fue por el gran amor que siente por una persona especial como tu, por cada uno de nosotros, y ¡volvió! volvió de entre los muertos para reconfortarnos y darnos la certeza de que el bien reinará siempre sobre el mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que orgullo debe sentir Jesús cuando siente que valió la pena que lo crucificarán por seres tan valiosos y valerosos como tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Felices Pascuas de Resurrección!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&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/7713390978839659486-4800761597551008123?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4800761597551008123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=4800761597551008123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4800761597551008123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4800761597551008123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/valio-la-pena.html' title='Valió la pena'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S7jICjfQ6_I/AAAAAAAABA4/cW50mht34Gk/s72-c/israel-iglesia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-3079130368152404030</id><published>2010-03-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:49:20.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>El logro de tu inexistencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6zj-cHO7zI/AAAAAAAABAw/HlYVRcJZVSw/s1600/Raul+Sandell+La+silla+vac%C3%ADa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452983910676754226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6zj-cHO7zI/AAAAAAAABAw/HlYVRcJZVSw/s400/Raul%2BSandell%2BLa%2Bsilla%2Bvac%25C3%25ADa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Pasas frente a mí como pavo pavoneando su existencia,&lt;br /&gt;dejándome ver tu último arreglo de tu subsistencia,&lt;br /&gt;forzas que te mire para que perciba tu presencia,&lt;br /&gt;sabiéndote cerca de mis vivencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué pretendes?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que acepte tu cercanía a mi presencia?&lt;br /&gt;¿Hacer alardes de tu logro en tu subsistencia?&lt;br /&gt;¿O que recuerde los malos tratos en mi existencia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡No pretendas que olvide!&lt;br /&gt;si te gustaba como decían,&lt;br /&gt;rematada manera de demostrarlo,&lt;br /&gt;solo recuerdo humillaciones recibidas,&lt;br /&gt;presiones para que se dieran tus intensiones,&lt;br /&gt;abuso masculino de poder, machismo puro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analfabetos funcionales los llamabas,&lt;br /&gt;mientras otros hagan alarde de tu eminencia, ¡Analfabeto tú!&lt;br /&gt;creerte dueño de la vida de quienes te servíamos,&lt;br /&gt;in culto de un buen trato, de decencia, de presencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;farzante, ignorante de lo esencial de la vida, de lo humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supersticioso que su superstición lo selló,&lt;br /&gt;marcando su final con el número del diablo,&lt;br /&gt;con el que quisiste imponer tu presencia,&lt;br /&gt;pero determinó el logro de tu inexistencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Espe.&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/7713390978839659486-3079130368152404030?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3079130368152404030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=3079130368152404030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3079130368152404030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3079130368152404030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-logro-de-tu-inexistencia.html' title='El logro de tu inexistencia'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6zj-cHO7zI/AAAAAAAABAw/HlYVRcJZVSw/s72-c/Raul%2BSandell%2BLa%2Bsilla%2Bvac%25C3%25ADa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4539345375452424154</id><published>2010-03-25T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:18:02.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Dejando a la oscuridad su destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6uidCqvVhI/AAAAAAAABAo/ney4oGcAlWA/s1600/oscuridad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452630393678157330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6uidCqvVhI/AAAAAAAABAo/ney4oGcAlWA/s400/oscuridad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cuanto agrada cuando ese alguien se deja tentar por la mentira u otro pecado, ese alguien que pretende hacer el daño, hacerte el daño, hacerme el daño; atrae la incertidumbre como su alma se hunde, como atada se conserva, dejando a la oscuridad su camino, su destino."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Espe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-4539345375452424154?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4539345375452424154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=4539345375452424154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4539345375452424154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4539345375452424154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/dejando-la-oscuridad-su-destino.html' title='Dejando a la oscuridad su destino'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6uidCqvVhI/AAAAAAAABAo/ney4oGcAlWA/s72-c/oscuridad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-7064336964001003984</id><published>2010-03-21T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T07:17:22.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encantadoras letras de canciones'/><title type='text'>Un canto por la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6YpZR9UmQI/AAAAAAAABAg/SLSfmy5eWIY/s1600-h/NO_si.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451089913272637698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6YpZR9UmQI/AAAAAAAABAg/SLSfmy5eWIY/s400/NO_si.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Hoy desperté con el mundo al revés&lt;br /&gt;Y un dolor intenso en mi pecho nació&lt;br /&gt;Esto no puede ser no lo puedo creer&lt;br /&gt;Y una lluvia de lágrimas vino a caer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la ilusión de vivir se murió&lt;br /&gt;La violencia y el odio ganaron terreno&lt;br /&gt;Esto no puede ser no lo voy a aceptar&lt;br /&gt;Con un canto a la vida me voy a dejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si decimos que no a la violencia&lt;br /&gt;Si decimos que no a la mezquindad&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la vida&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si decimos Sí por la Esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Si decimos Sí por la Humanidad&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la vida&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la Libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada mañana despertamos&lt;br /&gt;A la luz de un nuevo día&lt;br /&gt;Con la fuerza que nos dice&lt;br /&gt;Que hoy será mejor que ayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es nada fácil la tarea&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo dividido&lt;br /&gt;Si juntamos nuestras manos&lt;br /&gt;Somos hijos de la libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si decimos que NO a la violencia&lt;br /&gt;Si decimos que NO a la mezquindad&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la vida&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si decimos SI por la Esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Si decimos SI por la Humanidad&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la vida&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la Libertad (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la vida&lt;br /&gt;Es un canto por la Libertad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7713390978839659486-7064336964001003984?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7064336964001003984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=7064336964001003984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/7064336964001003984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/7064336964001003984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/un-canto-por-la-vida.html' title='Un canto por la vida'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6YpZR9UmQI/AAAAAAAABAg/SLSfmy5eWIY/s72-c/NO_si.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8565602479876951145</id><published>2010-03-18T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T06:02:51.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Verdaderos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6LkPR14pxI/AAAAAAAABAY/SGu_MrQuPL0/s1600-h/bienaventurada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450169450210305810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6LkPR14pxI/AAAAAAAABAY/SGu_MrQuPL0/s400/bienaventurada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Bienaventurados los que pasan por malos tiempos, porque en ellos reconocerán a amistades y amores verdaderos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Espe.&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/7713390978839659486-8565602479876951145?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8565602479876951145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8565602479876951145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8565602479876951145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8565602479876951145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/verdaderos.html' title='Verdaderos'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6LkPR14pxI/AAAAAAAABAY/SGu_MrQuPL0/s72-c/bienaventurada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-2750635187297767731</id><published>2010-03-17T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:22:24.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>A puro dolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6DQMiw3usI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JhL1QSNXUxs/s1600-h/Gotitas_de_dolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449584463027092162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6DQMiw3usI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JhL1QSNXUxs/s400/Gotitas_de_dolor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perdona si te estoy llamando en este momento&lt;br /&gt;Pero me hacia falta escuchar de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sea un instante tu respiración&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disculpa se que estoy violando&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro juramento&lt;br /&gt;Se que estas con alguién, que no es el momento&lt;br /&gt;Pero hay algo urgente que decirte hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muriendo, muriendo por verte&lt;br /&gt;Agonizando muy lento y muy fuerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, devuelveme mis fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas de vivir la vida&lt;br /&gt;Devuelveme el aire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cariño mio, sin tí yo me siento vacio&lt;br /&gt;Las tardes son un laberinto&lt;br /&gt;Y las noches me saben&lt;br /&gt;A puro dolor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera decirte que hoy estoy de maravilla&lt;br /&gt;Que no me ha afectado lo de tu partida&lt;br /&gt;Pero con un dedo no se tapa el sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muriendo, muriendo por verte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡A puro dolor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7713390978839659486-2750635187297767731?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2750635187297767731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=2750635187297767731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2750635187297767731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/2750635187297767731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/puro-dolor.html' title='A puro dolor'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S6DQMiw3usI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JhL1QSNXUxs/s72-c/Gotitas_de_dolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-6851803358087810004</id><published>2010-03-09T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:29:36.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>El amor es acción</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5ahgdfpxII/AAAAAAAABAI/pLVmr0J--W4/s1600-h/sentimientos+en+acci%C3%B3n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446718378396468354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5ahgdfpxII/AAAAAAAABAI/pLVmr0J--W4/s400/sentimientos%2Ben%2Bacci%25C3%25B3n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"El amor es acción, no es suficiente pensar en el aprecio que sentimos por otros, tenemos que volver ese sentimiento acción para que pueda llegar hasta ellos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maytte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7713390978839659486-6851803358087810004?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6851803358087810004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=6851803358087810004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6851803358087810004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6851803358087810004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-amor-es-accion.html' title='El amor es acción'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5ahgdfpxII/AAAAAAAABAI/pLVmr0J--W4/s72-c/sentimientos%2Ben%2Bacci%25C3%25B3n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-3992425119945927357</id><published>2010-03-09T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:18:59.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>A través del amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5aQqf0pNpI/AAAAAAAABAA/TTiuF_3jQGw/s1600-h/nueva_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446699859122402962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5aQqf0pNpI/AAAAAAAABAA/TTiuF_3jQGw/s400/nueva_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A través del amor es que encontramos la fortaleza para vencer nuestros temores y debilidades, para rescatarnos, levantarnos y perseverar en el compromiso de trabajar por el bien común."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maytte&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/7713390978839659486-3992425119945927357?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3992425119945927357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=3992425119945927357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3992425119945927357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3992425119945927357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/traves-del-amor.html' title='A través del amor'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5aQqf0pNpI/AAAAAAAABAA/TTiuF_3jQGw/s72-c/nueva_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-151404622737389110</id><published>2010-03-08T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:49:12.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesía encantadora'/><title type='text'>Ocho de marzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5WMzRYtH-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/813MpeqMOxY/s1600-h/flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446414136842723298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5WMzRYtH-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/813MpeqMOxY/s400/flores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amanece con pelo largo el día curvo de las mujeres,&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué poco es un solo día, hermanas,&lt;br /&gt;qué poco, para que el mundo acumule flores frente a nuestras casas!&lt;br /&gt;De la cuna donde nacimos hasta la tumba donde dormiremos&lt;br /&gt;-toda la atropellada ruta de nuestras vidas-&lt;br /&gt;deberían pavimentar de flores para celebrarnos&lt;br /&gt;(que no nos hagan como a la Princesa Diana que no vio, ni oyó&lt;br /&gt;las floridas avenidas postradas de pena de Londres)&lt;br /&gt;Nosotras queremos ver y oler las flores.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos flores de los que no se alegraron cuando nacimos hembras&lt;br /&gt;en vez de machos,&lt;br /&gt;Queremos flores de los que nos cortaron el clítoris&lt;br /&gt;Y de los que nos vendaron los pies&lt;br /&gt;Queremos flores de quienes no nos mandaron al colegio para que cuidáramos a los hermanos y ayudáramos en la cocina&lt;br /&gt;Flores del que se metió en la cama de noche y nos tapó la boca para violarnos mientras nuestra madre dormía&lt;br /&gt;Queremos flores del que nos pagó menos por el trabajo más pesado&lt;br /&gt;Y del que nos corrió cuando se dio cuenta que estábamos embarazadas&lt;br /&gt;Queremos flores del que nos condenó a muerte forzándonos a parir&lt;br /&gt;a riesgo de nuestras vidas&lt;br /&gt;Queremos flores del que se protege del mal pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;obligándonos al velo y a cubrirnos el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Del que nos prohíbe salir a la calle sin un hombre que nos escolte&lt;br /&gt;Queremos flores de los que nos quemaron por brujas&lt;br /&gt;Y nos encerraron por locas&lt;br /&gt;Flores del que nos pega, del que se emborracha&lt;br /&gt;Del que se bebe irredento el pago de la comida del mes&lt;br /&gt;Queremos flores de las que intrigan y levantan falsos&lt;br /&gt;Flores de las que se ensañan contra sus hijas, sus madres y sus nueras&lt;br /&gt;Y albergan ponzoña en su corazón para las de su mismo género&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas flores serían necesarias para secar los húmedos pantanos&lt;br /&gt;donde el agua de nuestros ojos se hace lodo;&lt;br /&gt;arenas movedizas tragándonos y escupiéndonos,&lt;br /&gt;de las que tenaces, una a una, tendremos que surgir.&lt;br /&gt;Amanece con pelo largo el día curvo de las mujeres.&lt;br /&gt;Queremos flores hoy. Cuánto nos corresponde.&lt;br /&gt;El jardín del que nos expulsaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gioconda Belli &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/7713390978839659486-151404622737389110?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/151404622737389110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=151404622737389110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/151404622737389110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/151404622737389110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/ocho-de-marzo.html' title='Ocho de marzo'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5WMzRYtH-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/813MpeqMOxY/s72-c/flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-6375721715259293778</id><published>2010-03-05T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:12:15.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Faltas y defectos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5FJZ_Wk6SI/AAAAAAAAA_w/y5j8yhRYeqA/s1600-h/Chronoscape__thundersnow_by_alexiuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445214135319324962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5FJZ_Wk6SI/AAAAAAAAA_w/y5j8yhRYeqA/s400/Chronoscape__thundersnow_by_alexiuss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“La gente vive buscando las faltas y defectos de los demás, olvidándose que somos la creación mas perfecta de Dios."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&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/7713390978839659486-6375721715259293778?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6375721715259293778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=6375721715259293778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6375721715259293778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6375721715259293778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/faltas-y-defectos.html' title='Faltas y defectos'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S5FJZ_Wk6SI/AAAAAAAAA_w/y5j8yhRYeqA/s72-c/Chronoscape__thundersnow_by_alexiuss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4700690733967289702</id><published>2010-02-28T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T05:34:14.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>La tierra pide ayuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S4ppXAFOdqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Q0q8CvQ0AE8/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443278943510492834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S4ppXAFOdqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Q0q8CvQ0AE8/s400/earth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;La tierra pide ayuda&lt;br /&gt;y tiembla de temor&lt;br /&gt;porque los humanos viven&lt;br /&gt;y la destruyen sin dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La conciencia no funciona&lt;br /&gt;ni funciona el corazón&lt;br /&gt;solo se ven a si mismos&lt;br /&gt;e ignoran la razón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campañas van y campañas vienen&lt;br /&gt;tratando de mostrar los que nos viene&lt;br /&gt;la impresión no nos detiene&lt;br /&gt;incrédulos porque nos conviene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la tierra tiembla&lt;br /&gt;sacudiéndose el calor&lt;br /&gt;y la tragedia viene&lt;br /&gt;trayendo su dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desesperados gritemos&lt;br /&gt;¡Paremos la destrucción!&lt;br /&gt;todos escuchemos&lt;br /&gt;tomandolo con pasión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la tierra pide ayuda,&lt;br /&gt;temblando de temor,&lt;br /&gt;pero solo la escuchan&lt;br /&gt;los que sufren de su dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Espe.&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/7713390978839659486-4700690733967289702?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4700690733967289702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=4700690733967289702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4700690733967289702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4700690733967289702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-tierra-pide-ayuda.html' title='La tierra pide ayuda'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S4ppXAFOdqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Q0q8CvQ0AE8/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-9009048418222950864</id><published>2010-02-23T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:57:05.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mas que momentos'/><title type='text'>¡Feliz Cuaresma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S4RHh-PQDvI/AAAAAAAAA_g/YSg4jNyU4AA/s1600-h/paloma%20en%20rojo%20paz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441552898738622194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S4RHh-PQDvI/AAAAAAAAA_g/YSg4jNyU4AA/s400/paloma%2520en%2520rojo%2520paz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ayunaré de juzgar a otros.......&lt;br /&gt;Descubriré a Cristo que vive en ellos,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de palabras hirientes.......&lt;br /&gt;Diré frases sanadoras,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré del egoísmo.......&lt;br /&gt;Viviré en gratitud,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de enojos.......&lt;br /&gt;Procuraré vivir en paciencia,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré pesimismo.......&lt;br /&gt;Me llenaré de esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de preocupaciones.......&lt;br /&gt;Confiaré más en Dios,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de quejarme.......&lt;br /&gt;Daré gracias a Dios por las maravillas de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de la angustia.......&lt;br /&gt;Oraré con más frecuencia,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de la amargura.......&lt;br /&gt;Practicaré el perdón,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de darme importancia a mi mismo.......&lt;br /&gt;Seré compasivo con los demás,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de ansiedades sobre mis cosas.......&lt;br /&gt;Me comprometeré en la propagación el Reino de Dios,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de desalientos.......&lt;br /&gt;Me llenaré de entusiasmo de la fe,&lt;br /&gt;Ayunaré de todo lo que me separe de Jesús...&lt;br /&gt;Intentaré vivir muy cerca de él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-9009048418222950864?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9009048418222950864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=9009048418222950864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/9009048418222950864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/9009048418222950864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/camino-para-esta-cuaresma.html' title='¡Feliz Cuaresma!'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S4RHh-PQDvI/AAAAAAAAA_g/YSg4jNyU4AA/s72-c/paloma%2520en%2520rojo%2520paz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-5731503682646277342</id><published>2010-02-12T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T05:15:55.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>!Feliz día!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S3VtBpHePRI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/T3YqvqaF77o/s1600-h/Test+de+Juventud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437372000104234258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S3VtBpHePRI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/T3YqvqaF77o/s400/Test+de+Juventud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Porque la juventud no solo se lleva por cantidad de años vividos, sino también por la alegría, el entusiasmo y ese espíritu aventurero que se mantiene en el alma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tod@s"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tod@s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;¡Feliz día de la Juventud! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Espe.&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/7713390978839659486-5731503682646277342?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5731503682646277342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=5731503682646277342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5731503682646277342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5731503682646277342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/feliz-dia.html' title='!Feliz día!'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S3VtBpHePRI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/T3YqvqaF77o/s72-c/Test+de+Juventud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-6637824366704270586</id><published>2010-02-09T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:21:58.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidad'/><title type='text'>Nunca podremos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S3GZkq7W_KI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jL9S89V9ESE/s1600-h/jpII.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436295080490499234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S3GZkq7W_KI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jL9S89V9ESE/s400/jpII.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Nunca podremos ser felices unos contra otros; nunca el futuro de la humanidad podrá ser asegurado con el terrorismo y la lógica de guerra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Juan Pablo II&lt;/span&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/7713390978839659486-6637824366704270586?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6637824366704270586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=6637824366704270586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6637824366704270586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6637824366704270586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/nunca-podremos.html' title='Nunca podremos'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S3GZkq7W_KI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jL9S89V9ESE/s72-c/jpII.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-134821126401391548</id><published>2010-02-09T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:06:15.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>No le dejes tu responsabilidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S3GVU0UiejI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5s8i10KgEsI/s1600-h/adultos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436290410087610930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S3GVU0UiejI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5s8i10KgEsI/s400/adultos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"No le dejes tu responsabilidad a nuestra Juventud, ellos quieren enmendar el daño hecho a todos y a Venezuela por sus padres, tíos amigos que cometieron el error de votar por Chavez en 1998, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asume tu responsabilidad&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Venezuela te necesita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Gral. Néstor González&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/7713390978839659486-134821126401391548?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/134821126401391548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=134821126401391548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/134821126401391548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/134821126401391548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-le-dejes-tu-responsabilidad.html' title='No le dejes tu responsabilidad'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S3GVU0UiejI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5s8i10KgEsI/s72-c/adultos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8264893596682636640</id><published>2010-02-02T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:23:14.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ley de vida'/><title type='text'>A la luz de la verdad y del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S2h2wBD2kTI/AAAAAAAAA_A/iEWb9xmhZaw/s1600-h/la-luz-de-dios_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433723517712896306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S2h2wBD2kTI/AAAAAAAAA_A/iEWb9xmhZaw/s400/la-luz-de-dios_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A la luz de la verdad y del tiempo nada se esconde, el merito brilla y la maldad se descubre"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-8264893596682636640?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8264893596682636640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8264893596682636640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8264893596682636640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8264893596682636640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-luz-de-la-verdad-y-del-tiempo.html' title='A la luz de la verdad y del tiempo'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S2h2wBD2kTI/AAAAAAAAA_A/iEWb9xmhZaw/s72-c/la-luz-de-dios_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4574153420877514517</id><published>2010-01-28T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:38:10.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones que marcaron mi vida'/><title type='text'>Yo soy pan, soy paz, soy mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S2JJtuzFLvI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Xsb-LpFTFiI/s1600-h/mercedes+sosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431985150567460594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S2JJtuzFLvI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Xsb-LpFTFiI/s400/mercedes+sosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yo soy, yo soy, yo soy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Soy agua, playa, cielo, casa blanca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Soy mar atlántico, viento y América, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Soy un montón de cosas santas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mezcladas con cosas humanas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Como te explico...... cosas mundanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Fui niño, cuna, teta, techo, manta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Más miedo, cuco, grito, llanto, raza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Después mezclaron las palabras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;O se escapaban las miradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Algo paso no, entendí nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Estribillo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Vamos decime, contame todo lo que avos te esta pasando ahora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Porque si no cuando esta tu alma sola llora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hay que sacarlo todo afuera, como la primavera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nadie quiere que adentro algo se muera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hablar mirándose a los ojos saca lo que se puede afuera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Para que adentro nazcan cosas nuevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Soy pan, soy paz, soy más, Soy la que esta por acá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No quiero más de lo que quieres dar uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hoy se te da hoy se te quita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Igual que con la margarita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Igual al mar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Igual la vida, la vida, la vida, la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Estribillo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Vamos decime contame todo lo que avos te esta pasando ahora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Por que si no cuando esta tu alma sola llora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hay que sacarlo todo a fuera como la primavera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nadie quiere que adentro algo se muera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hablar mirándose a los ojos saca lo que se puede afuera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Para que adentro nazcan cosas nuevas, nuevas, nuevas, nuevas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nuevas…. (Repite estribillo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Mercedes Sosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikUdtMkZkCQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikUdtMkZkCQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7713390978839659486-4574153420877514517?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4574153420877514517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=4574153420877514517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4574153420877514517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/4574153420877514517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-soy-pan-soy-paz-soy-mas.html' title='Yo soy pan, soy paz, soy mas'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S2JJtuzFLvI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Xsb-LpFTFiI/s72-c/mercedes+sosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-6236023119263738887</id><published>2010-01-28T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:18:16.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>A diario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S2JFT9QydJI/AAAAAAAAA-w/H2JugFZ-vG8/s1600-h/camino_diario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431980309727048850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S2JFT9QydJI/AAAAAAAAA-w/H2JugFZ-vG8/s400/camino_diario.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"El exito es un camino que se recorre a diario"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&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/7713390978839659486-6236023119263738887?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6236023119263738887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=6236023119263738887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6236023119263738887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/6236023119263738887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/diario.html' title='A diario'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S2JFT9QydJI/AAAAAAAAA-w/H2JugFZ-vG8/s72-c/camino_diario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-500248282425823353</id><published>2010-01-25T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:55:26.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Puertas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S13aPpn5khI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cl89tsMiM44/s1600-h/puerta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430736688084783634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S13aPpn5khI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cl89tsMiM44/s400/puerta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;"Aunque nos cierren mil ventanas para ver y escuchar la autoritaria y violenta realidad que nos invade, Dios puede permitir que se abran millones de puertas que nos permita ver la luz que guiará nuestros pasos para salir de la roja guerra ideológica que nos han impuesto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Espe.&lt;/span&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/7713390978839659486-500248282425823353?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/500248282425823353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=500248282425823353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/500248282425823353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/500248282425823353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/puertas.html' title='Puertas'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S13aPpn5khI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cl89tsMiM44/s72-c/puerta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-3480055490006861051</id><published>2010-01-24T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:55:42.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Se está con Dios o se está con el diablo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S1zZ8FeWaqI/AAAAAAAAA-g/BD2da_ZG6d0/s1600-h/Abel+Desestress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430454876986829474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S1zZ8FeWaqI/AAAAAAAAA-g/BD2da_ZG6d0/s400/Abel+Desestress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“Patria, Socialismo o muerte” ha sido adoptado de forma más o menos consciente como lema por algunas personas en algunos sectores, no obstante la historia ha demostrado que con la muerte nunca se vence, además aquellos que la utilizan como lema de vida o de batalla revolucionaria en pro del chavismo o socialismo bolivariano va contra de los preceptos que cristo vino a proclamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lo que vino a proclamar Cristo es la vida “¡Yo soy la resurrección y al vida!. El que creen en cristo debe creer en la vida, respetarla, protegerla, trabajar positivamente por ella. “Dios es un Dios de vida”, dice la Biblia. Hasta los paganos proclaman “Vive y deja vivir”. Estos tiempos tan llenos de violencia, guerra ideológica y muerte ¿Será que estamos traspasando los límites del propio paganismo? Incitando a la batalla, a la guerra, al odio entre los venezolanos, al rencor, el desquite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; y utilizando falsamente la justificación de los hechos por amor como razón y meta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se está con Dios o se está con el diablo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-3480055490006861051?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3480055490006861051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=3480055490006861051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3480055490006861051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/3480055490006861051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-esta-con-el-diablo-o-se-esta-con.html' title='Se está con Dios o se está con el diablo'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S1zZ8FeWaqI/AAAAAAAAA-g/BD2da_ZG6d0/s72-c/Abel+Desestress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-5924944294451800784</id><published>2010-01-18T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:05:10.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Parábola de la amistad y el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S1SBykOxs9I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lqmzHuAjArs/s1600-h/img_660bf9bbamistad2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428106156607386578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S1SBykOxs9I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lqmzHuAjArs/s400/img_660bf9bbamistad2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Un día el amor le pregunta a la amistad.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Porque existes tú, si existo yo?&lt;br /&gt;A lo cual la amistad contestó:&lt;br /&gt;- Porque yo regalo sonrisas donde tu dejaste tristeza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7713390978839659486-5924944294451800784?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5924944294451800784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=5924944294451800784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5924944294451800784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/5924944294451800784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/parabola-de-la-amistad-y-el-amor.html' title='Parábola de la amistad y el amor'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S1SBykOxs9I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/lqmzHuAjArs/s72-c/img_660bf9bbamistad2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-516481668765780596</id><published>2010-01-17T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:34:13.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones que marcaron mi vida'/><title type='text'>Amor y control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S1PR9cNrjUI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/2svVmlWU1dk/s1600-h/rubenblades2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427912829387377986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S1PR9cNrjUI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/2svVmlWU1dk/s400/rubenblades2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saliendo del hospital &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despues de ver a mi mamá &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;luchando contra un cáncer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que no se puede curar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi pasar a una familia&lt;br /&gt;al frente iba un señor de edad&lt;br /&gt;una doña, dos muchachas&lt;br /&gt;y varias personas mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de la mano del señor&lt;br /&gt;un hombre joven caminaba&lt;br /&gt;cabizbajo y diciendo arrepentido&lt;br /&gt;que el era la causa&lt;br /&gt;de una discusión familiar&lt;br /&gt;de la que nos enteramos al oír&lt;br /&gt;al señor gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque tu seas un ladrón&lt;br /&gt;y aunque no tienes razón&lt;br /&gt;yo tengo la obligación de socorrerte&lt;br /&gt;y por mas drogas que uses&lt;br /&gt;y por mas que nos abuses&lt;br /&gt;la familia y yo tenemos que atenderte&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo quien tiene hijos entiende&lt;br /&gt;que el deber de un padre no acaba jamás&lt;br /&gt;que el amor de padre y madre&lt;br /&gt;no se cansa de entregar&lt;br /&gt;que deseamos para ustedes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo que nunca hemos tenido, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que a pesar de los problemas&lt;br /&gt;familia es familia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y cariño es cariño&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los vi marcharse con su llanto&lt;br /&gt;su laberinto enfrentando&lt;br /&gt;en la buena y en la mala &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juntos caminando &lt;a href="http://www.sitiodeletras.com/mostrar.php?lid=20740&amp;amp;artista=Rub%E9n%20Blades&amp;amp;titulo=Amor%20y%20Control"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y pense mucho en mi familia&lt;br /&gt;los quise tanto aquel momento&lt;br /&gt;que senti que me ahogaba en sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;aquel muchacho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y mi pobre madre&lt;br /&gt;dos personas distintas,&lt;br /&gt;pero, dos tagedias iguales...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto control y cuanto amor&lt;br /&gt;tiene que haber en una casa&lt;br /&gt;mucho control y mucho amor&lt;br /&gt;para enfrentar a la desgracia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mas problemas que haya dentro en tu casa,&lt;br /&gt;por mas que creas que tu amor es causa perdida&lt;br /&gt;ten la seguridad de que ellos te quieren&lt;br /&gt;y que ese cariño dura toda la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto control y cuanto amor&lt;br /&gt;tiene que haber en una casa&lt;br /&gt;mucho control y mucho amor&lt;br /&gt;para enfrentar a la desgracia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manten amor y control siempre ante la pena &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;conbinando la esperanza y el sentimiento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dando la espalda no se van los problemas&lt;br /&gt;ni la impaciencia resuelve los sufrimientos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto control y cuanto amor&lt;br /&gt;tiene que haber en una casa&lt;br /&gt;mucho control y mucho amor&lt;br /&gt;para enfrentar a la desgracia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amor y control...&lt;br /&gt;amor y control...&lt;br /&gt;amor y control...&lt;br /&gt;amor y control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Rubén Blades -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;link: &lt;a href="http://www.redkaraoke.es/canciones/Amor-y-control/12289/video"&gt;http://www.redkaraoke.es/canciones/Amor-y-control/12289/video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7713390978839659486-516481668765780596?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/516481668765780596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=516481668765780596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/516481668765780596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/516481668765780596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/amor-y-control.html' title='Amor y control'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S1PR9cNrjUI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/2svVmlWU1dk/s72-c/rubenblades2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-759986174360839468</id><published>2010-01-07T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:12:59.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>Luego de ocho años</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S0YAcoh6ZtI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/DdtIbD6zHgs/s1600-h/Imagen%2520003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424023293130335954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S0YAcoh6ZtI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/DdtIbD6zHgs/s400/Imagen%2520003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Luego de ocho años de mi otra oportunidad para vivir, optando por una nueva como mejor vida y agradeciendo ante todo al gran amor de Dios y su grandiosa sanidad, a los que confiaron en mí, me acompañaron, me cuidaron, me protegieron, me amaron, me ayudaron o aquellos que solo entendieron."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡MUCHAS GRACIAS A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:TOD@S"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOD@S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Se les ama o quiere o aprecia de todo corazón estén donde estén.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espe.&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/7713390978839659486-759986174360839468?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/759986174360839468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=759986174360839468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/759986174360839468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/759986174360839468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/ocho-anos.html' title='Luego de ocho años'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S0YAcoh6ZtI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/DdtIbD6zHgs/s72-c/Imagen%2520003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-8193815366040409810</id><published>2010-01-04T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:06:34.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexión'/><title type='text'>¿Que tendría de nuevo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S0KBztGoT6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/qoD7Eu7cPN8/s1600-h/prospero-ano-nuevo-02.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S0KBztGoT6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/qoD7Eu7cPN8/s1600-h/prospero-ano-nuevo-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423039626588213154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S0KBztGoT6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/qoD7Eu7cPN8/s400/prospero-ano-nuevo-02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Preguntarse si debemos reconocer este año que comienza como nuevo o no, pues si se piensa hacer lo mismo del año pasado y de los que le antecedieron ¿qué tendría de nuevo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se puede esperar una cosecha si no se ha sembrado la semilla, si no se ha cultivado y regado la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo año que se inicia representa una oportunidad de hacer mejor las cosas, de lograr lo que en el pasado pensamos imposible. Pero esa oportunidad, esa probabilidad de logro, de éxito, tiene que poseer una buena dosis de responsabilidad, de esfuerzo, de planificación, a nuestra conducta reduciremos los desaciertos e incrementaremos nuestra cuota de felicidad y satisfacción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No podemos negar nuestra realidad, somos emociones, sentimientos y percepciones, no todo puede ser planificado ni enfocado como si se tratara de maquinas u objetos sin voluntad propia. Es allí donde comienza el verdadero reto de demostrar que el termino “homo sapiens” coincide con nuestro comportamiento y acción. Se debe ser sabio. Saber valorar el momento y con ello saber cuando deben reinar las emociones y cuando la razón, e incluso, cuando deben coexistir y complementarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no se puede pensar en hacer algo distinto y que ello este, de la misma manera que el comportamiento anterior, sujeto al azar y a la improvisación, resultaría estéril y frustrante. Se debe traducir el concepto de la planificación empresarial al comportamiento personal y programar los pasos importantes, los cruciales, de acuerdo a estudios, a tendencias, a probabilidades, a bases y datos confiables que permitan tomar las mejores decisiones y con ellos asegurar buena parte del éxito. Así si será un año nuevo. Un año que no se parezca al anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No se pueden lograr cosas diferentes si no se hacen cosas diferentes”.&lt;/em&gt; Es sencillo. Mientras hagamos lo mismo y nos comportemos como siempre ¿cómo podemos esperar que ocurra un cambio?. Einstein también dijo una vez que &lt;em&gt;lo más cercano a la locura era esperar un resultado diferente aplicando la misma formula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora bien, planificar requiere revisar los escenarios, conocer nuestras debilidades y fortalezas, observar nuestras oportunidades y amenazas, tener un sueño claro, alcanzable y posible, contar con las herramientas adecuadas, plantearnos objetivos que nos conduzcan a alcanzar las metas. Requiere de conocimiento, pero más allá del conocimiento teórico, del conocimiento interno, de saber exactamente qué queremos y donde queremos estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nosotros depende que el nuevo año sea realmente nuevo. Que la esperanza que nos ocupa se materialice y podamos palpar nuestros sueños. De nosotros depende que este año que se inicia sea mejor que el anterior. No hay nadie más quien pueda hacerlo. Solo nosotros mismos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es importante incluir la planificación estratégica y táctica a nuestras vidas, hacerla parte de nosotros mismos sin que ello signifique suprimir la emoción y la esperanza en un futuro mejor, por el contrario, no habrá sensación más grande de satisfacción y éxito que saber que todo cuanto deseamos lograr en el año nuevo respondió a una visión clara, una misión amplia e integradora, al logro de nuestros objetivos y metas… al éxito de una buena estrategia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;¿Por qué? Porque &lt;em&gt;“Somos arquitectos de nuestro propio destino."&lt;/em&gt; - Albert Eistein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- Felix Socorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713390978839659486-8193815366040409810?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8193815366040409810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=8193815366040409810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8193815366040409810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/8193815366040409810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-tendria-de-nuevo.html' title='¿Que tendría de nuevo?'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/S0KBztGoT6I/AAAAAAAAA9I/qoD7Eu7cPN8/s72-c/prospero-ano-nuevo-02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-7181472883008368501</id><published>2009-12-30T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:19:05.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>¡Feliz año 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/SztNv1Jo2WI/AAAAAAAAA9A/BS4e9QRjvNw/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421012060587219298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/SztNv1Jo2WI/AAAAAAAAA9A/BS4e9QRjvNw/s400/2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Que este nuevo año que comienza lleno de esperanzas e intensiones el río de Dios siempre riegue el jardín de nuestros corazones que fortalecidos y con perseverancia todo lo que toquemos, vivamos y logremos este lleno de alegría, de su inmensurable amor y sus innumerables bendiciones. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡Un Próspero y Venturoso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuevo Año &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Espe.&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/7713390978839659486-7181472883008368501?l=textosymomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7181472883008368501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713390978839659486&amp;postID=7181472883008368501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/7181472883008368501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713390978839659486/posts/default/7181472883008368501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textosymomentos.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano-2010.html' title='¡Feliz año 2010!'/><author><name>Esperanza Chacón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438804191435753990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/TCt4sDkLlOI/AAAAAAAABG8/TvZrvCCnzRE/S220/rosa-salmon-8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/SztNv1Jo2WI/AAAAAAAAA9A/BS4e9QRjvNw/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713390978839659486.post-4053159231836840457</id><published>2009-12-24T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:00:27.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>¡Feliz Navidad 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/SzNqPlJrY-I/AAAAAAAAA8k/fQMhiAjagbM/s1600-h/Nacimiento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418791592560124898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22TwsQ0pHDI/SzNqPlJrY-I/AAAAAAAAA8k/fQMhiAjagbM/s400/Nacimiento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Que al sonar las doce campanadas que anuncian la commemoración del nacimiento del niño Dios, sus corazones se abran a la esperanza para recibir una Feliz Navidad 2009 llenando sus copas de alegría y brindando porque llegó nuevamente la navidad llena de gozo, paz, encuentro, perdón y amor durando en ti por un año más y por siempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡Feliz Navidad 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Espe.&lt;/span&gt; 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