<?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-8848993207510078700</id><updated>2012-01-24T14:39:17.604-08:00</updated><category term='Caracoles.'/><category term='Caracoles'/><category term='Collares'/><category term='vida'/><category term='Broches'/><category term='Coronas'/><category term='Geometría'/><category term='Mariposas'/><category term='Azul'/><category term='Hebillas'/><title type='text'>Sentimental</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8444881094639687218</id><published>2012-01-24T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:39:17.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariposas'/><title type='text'>Volvieron las mariposas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WyATWg_1JD8/Tx8ySju6ngI/AAAAAAAABuE/SLV-m-oy4oM/s1600/china.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701330947685391874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WyATWg_1JD8/Tx8ySju6ngI/AAAAAAAABuE/SLV-m-oy4oM/s320/china.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...¿hay alguien en tu vida que está transformándote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: BB (Butterfly broch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botón de nácar, botón de alpaca y mariposas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $90.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-8444881094639687218?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8444881094639687218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2012/01/volvieron-las-mariposas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8444881094639687218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8444881094639687218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2012/01/volvieron-las-mariposas.html' title='Volvieron las mariposas...'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WyATWg_1JD8/Tx8ySju6ngI/AAAAAAAABuE/SLV-m-oy4oM/s72-c/china.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5167660847289665778</id><published>2011-09-04T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T16:29:11.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJEqlW8iJn8/TmQJQGHwabI/AAAAAAAABtw/YNr-3dk_VWQ/s1600/DSCN2999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJEqlW8iJn8/TmQJQGHwabI/AAAAAAAABtw/YNr-3dk_VWQ/s320/DSCN2999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648650004755147186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo tu nombre al viento&lt;br /&gt;y el viento me llena los ojos de tierra&lt;br /&gt;digo tu nombre al río&lt;br /&gt;y el río pasa de largo&lt;br /&gt;digo tu nombre entonces&lt;br /&gt;a una canasta llena de huevos&lt;br /&gt;digo tu nombre entonces a un semáforo&lt;br /&gt;digo tu nombre, en fin, a muchas cosas&lt;br /&gt;pero ninguna de estas acciones representa para mí&lt;br /&gt;alguna ventaja apreciable y todo eso me parece&lt;br /&gt;insensato&lt;br /&gt;y en lugar de seguir diciendo tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;salgo puerta por puerta con un portafolios&lt;br /&gt;a vender enciclopedias&lt;br /&gt;y me hago millonario&lt;br /&gt;y después me muero&lt;br /&gt;como todo el mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mario Levrero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5167660847289665778?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5167660847289665778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/09/destino.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5167660847289665778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5167660847289665778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/09/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uJEqlW8iJn8/TmQJQGHwabI/AAAAAAAABtw/YNr-3dk_VWQ/s72-c/DSCN2999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7762946470395733588</id><published>2011-07-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T11:59:22.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hwp8l9PAXCw/TiCNaqfzzgI/AAAAAAAABs4/ocZrmcLVT6c/s1600/angelitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629655023436942850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hwp8l9PAXCw/TiCNaqfzzgI/AAAAAAAABs4/ocZrmcLVT6c/s320/angelitos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Érase una vez un niño que amaba a una niña, y la risa de ella era como una pregunta que él quería pasar la vida contestando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Historia del amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicolle Krauss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-7762946470395733588?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7762946470395733588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/07/erase-una-vez-un-nino-que-amaba-una.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7762946470395733588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7762946470395733588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/07/erase-una-vez-un-nino-que-amaba-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hwp8l9PAXCw/TiCNaqfzzgI/AAAAAAAABs4/ocZrmcLVT6c/s72-c/angelitos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2988897127267408800</id><published>2011-07-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:00:19.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>El grito sagrado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1DdvSOSz2E/ThCt-L4E0eI/AAAAAAAABsw/q190yhjb_FA/s1600/sanmartin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625187218437231074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1DdvSOSz2E/ThCt-L4E0eI/AAAAAAAABsw/q190yhjb_FA/s200/sanmartin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parada en la cocina, comiendo fideos de la olla, sonrío y pienso feliz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Esto es libertad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acto seguido, por la pantalla de mi mente baja San Martín y me dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sos un boluda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-2988897127267408800?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2988897127267408800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-grito-sagrado.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2988897127267408800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2988897127267408800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-grito-sagrado.html' title='El grito sagrado.'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1DdvSOSz2E/ThCt-L4E0eI/AAAAAAAABsw/q190yhjb_FA/s72-c/sanmartin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4114980790279438016</id><published>2011-07-01T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:42:37.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buena idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56UogHTMw4Q/ThCbd-VfiUI/AAAAAAAABso/aBcmwG63Ulg/s1600/idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625166873837406530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56UogHTMw4Q/ThCbd-VfiUI/AAAAAAAABso/aBcmwG63Ulg/s200/idea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal vez no era pensar, la fórmula, el secreto,&lt;br /&gt;sino darse y tomar perdida, ingenuamente,&lt;br /&gt;tal vez pude elegir, o necesariamente,tenía que pedir sentido a toda cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez no fue vivir este estar silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;y despiadadamente al borde de la angustia&lt;br /&gt;y este terco sentir debajo de su música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;un silencio de muerte, de abismo a cada cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez debí quedarme en los amores quietos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que podrían llenar mi vida con un nombre&lt;br /&gt;en vez de buscar al evadido del hombre,despojado, sin alma, ser puro, esqueleto.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez no era pensar, la fórmula, el secreto.&lt;br /&gt;sino amarse y amar, perdida, ingenuamente.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez pude subir como una flor ardiente&lt;br /&gt;o tener un profundo destino de semilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en vez de esta terrible lucidez amarilla&lt;br /&gt;y de este estar de estatua con los ojos vacíos.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez pude doblar este destino mío&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en música inefable.&lt;br /&gt;O necesariamente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tal Vez No Era Pensar" de Idea Vilariño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-4114980790279438016?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4114980790279438016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/07/buena-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4114980790279438016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4114980790279438016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/07/buena-idea.html' title='Buena idea'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56UogHTMw4Q/ThCbd-VfiUI/AAAAAAAABso/aBcmwG63Ulg/s72-c/idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-6962575708214667844</id><published>2011-06-08T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:29:51.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Asignatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRG5wgiLqfc/Te_3Xj1k3qI/AAAAAAAABsU/f3s7F6UIRYw/s1600/broches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615979244483305122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRG5wgiLqfc/Te_3Xj1k3qI/AAAAAAAABsU/f3s7F6UIRYw/s200/broches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un especial de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;américa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; señaló que en el 2009, el 49,9% de los porteños estaba solo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta tendencia ascendente no es local sino que en Europa, para ser mas precisa en el Reino Unido, en el 2003, según el diario&lt;a href="http://www.lanacion.com.ar/738734-solos-solas-pero-contentos"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Guardian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, un 30% de los hogares eran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unipersonales&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consecuente con mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;autoestima&lt;/span&gt;, baja como mi estatura, pensé: hasta la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;originalidad&lt;/span&gt; me abandona. Tanda comercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Volviendo sobre lo mismo y sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dejar&lt;/span&gt; de lado la estadística, la presentadora comentó al pasar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-...al parecer, la sensación de amor eterno, tan linda por cierto, que experimentamos cuando nos enamoramos, sólo dura seis meses.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-¿Seis meses?- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sí, seis meses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...Semestral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nomas&lt;/span&gt;, repetí haciendo de mi cabeza una matriz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FODA&lt;/span&gt;:...lo malo es que en tan poco tiempo uno no llega a abarcar todo el contenido de la materia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lo bueno: se puede &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;recursar&lt;/span&gt; toda la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-6962575708214667844?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/6962575708214667844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/06/asignatura.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6962575708214667844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6962575708214667844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/06/asignatura.html' title='Asignatura'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bRG5wgiLqfc/Te_3Xj1k3qI/AAAAAAAABsU/f3s7F6UIRYw/s72-c/broches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-6008873489396012461</id><published>2011-06-03T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T19:14:24.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Las palabras que no digo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKrp1GA8bHA/TemUseKhDqI/AAAAAAAABrE/X7GEGMcWSbI/s1600/DSCN2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614181902226362018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKrp1GA8bHA/TemUseKhDqI/AAAAAAAABrE/X7GEGMcWSbI/s200/DSCN2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-¿Olga...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sí, decime, te escucho-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Olga...te odio. Te odio con ese odio que mas que odio es envidia. Envidio y odio cada una de tus palabras y donde están colocadas, encajadas, como si no hubiese otro lugar mas que ese. En fin, nada, eso, que odio tu poesía y nada, que de todos los poemas que odio, este es uno de mis preferidos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Es este aquel que amabas.&lt;br /&gt;A este rostro falaz que burla su modelo en la leyenda,&lt;br /&gt;a estos ojos innobles que miden la ventaja de haber volcado a ciegas tu destino,&lt;br /&gt;a estas manos mezquinas que apuestan a pura tierra su ganancia,&lt;br /&gt;consagraste los años del pesar y de la espera.&lt;br /&gt;Ésta es la imagen real que provocó los bellos espejismos de la ausencia:corredores sedosos encandilados por la repetición del eco,&lt;br /&gt;por las sucesivas efigies del error;&lt;br /&gt;desvanes hasta el cielo, subsuelos hacia el recuperado paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;cuartos a la deriva, cuartos como de plumas y diamante&lt;br /&gt;en los que te probabas cada noche los soles y las lluvias de tu siempre jamás,&lt;br /&gt;mientras él sonreía, extrañamente inmóvil, absorto en el abrazo de la perduración.&lt;br /&gt;Él estaba en lo alto de cualquier escalera,&lt;br /&gt;él salía por todas las ventanas para el vuelo nupcial,&lt;br /&gt;él te llamaba por tu verdadero nombre.&lt;br /&gt;Construcciones en vilo,&lt;br /&gt;sostenidas apenas por el temblor de un beso en la memoria,&lt;br /&gt;por esas vibraciones con que vuelve un adiós;&lt;br /&gt;cárceles de la dicha, cárceles insensatas que el mismo Piranesi envidiaría.&lt;br /&gt;Basta un soplo de arena, un encuentro de lazos desatados,una palabra fría como la lija y la sospecha,&lt;br /&gt;y esa urdimbre de lámpara y vapor se desmorona con un crujido de alas,&lt;br /&gt;se disuelve como templo de miel, como pirámide de nieve.&lt;br /&gt;Dulzuras para moscas, ruinas para el enjambre de la profanación.&lt;br /&gt;Querrías incendiar los fantasiosos depósitos de ayer,romper las maquinarias con que fraguó el recuerdo las trampas para hoy,&lt;br /&gt;el inútil y pérfido disfraz para mañana.&lt;br /&gt;O querrías más bien no haber mirado nunca el alevoso rostro,&lt;br /&gt;no haber visto jamás al que no fue.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabes que al final de los últimos fulgores, de las últimas nieblas,&lt;br /&gt;habrá de desplegarse, voraz como una plaga, otra vez todavía,&lt;br /&gt;la inevitable cinta de toda tu existencia.&lt;br /&gt;Él pasará otra vez en esa ráfaga de veloces visiones, de días migratorios;&lt;br /&gt;él, con su rostro de antaño, con tu historia inconclusa,&lt;br /&gt;con el amor saqueado bajo la insoportable piel de la mentira, bajo esta quemadura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El retoque final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Olga Orozco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De: Cantos a Berenice, 1977 &lt;/span&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/8848993207510078700-6008873489396012461?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/6008873489396012461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/06/las-palabras-que-no-digo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6008873489396012461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6008873489396012461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/06/las-palabras-que-no-digo.html' title='Las palabras que no digo'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKrp1GA8bHA/TemUseKhDqI/AAAAAAAABrE/X7GEGMcWSbI/s72-c/DSCN2029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1704645318421473571</id><published>2011-05-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:51:21.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul'/><title type='text'>Crónicas freudianas IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yGVK8RLB00E/Td5s9k8IrJI/AAAAAAAABqQ/aD6nVeHRseo/s1600/venecia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611041990893939858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yGVK8RLB00E/Td5s9k8IrJI/AAAAAAAABqQ/aD6nVeHRseo/s200/venecia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decime Ceci, -¿por qué no puedo ser mas fresca, espontánea y decir sinceramente cosas como: qué sorpresa, nunca lo hubiera imaginado?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-A ver...¿será por que tu cabeza ya se imaginó todos los posibles escenarios? ¿porque cuando llegás a Venecia o a La luna, ya estuviste ahí mentalmente y nada te sorprende? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada es tan hermoso como lo soñaste o lo imaginaste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada es tan triste ni tan felíz tampoco, como la película paralela que pasa por tu mente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sos un zaping cerebral que barre 200 canales por minuto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Qué sorpresa? Nada va a sorprenderte hasta que pongas el cuerpo en acción y dejes la cabeza fuera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¡Así que ahora andate a tu casa y sentí, olé y saboreá la vida, de una vez por todas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-1704645318421473571?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1704645318421473571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/05/cronicas-freudianas-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1704645318421473571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1704645318421473571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2011/05/cronicas-freudianas-iv.html' title='Crónicas freudianas IV'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yGVK8RLB00E/Td5s9k8IrJI/AAAAAAAABqQ/aD6nVeHRseo/s72-c/venecia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7307624684871674586</id><published>2010-12-11T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:27:53.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Desilución?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TQRllCkOJDI/AAAAAAAABkA/4XTIgVt72YU/s1600/DSCN2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549672327845651506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TQRllCkOJDI/AAAAAAAABkA/4XTIgVt72YU/s200/DSCN2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siempre me pregunto cuando llegará el día en que las princesas despertemos del sueño y veamos la vida tal cual es. Cruda, cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin embargo, cuando observo a mis amigas, mujeres fuertes, reinas, haciendo de los días una realidad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....agradezco que al lado de ellas ese momento estè tan lejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para Vivi, Sole, Alicia y Juli. Mujeres de cuento de hadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-7307624684871674586?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7307624684871674586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/12/desilucion.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7307624684871674586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7307624684871674586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/12/desilucion.html' title='Desilución?'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TQRllCkOJDI/AAAAAAAABkA/4XTIgVt72YU/s72-c/DSCN2038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1016466730047749346</id><published>2010-11-21T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:16:22.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Crónicas freudiana III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TOnuCFKbdXI/AAAAAAAABj0/MyARkM_FYEs/s1600/DSCN1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542222535969174898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TOnuCFKbdXI/AAAAAAAABj0/MyARkM_FYEs/s200/DSCN1447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre lamentos y mocos le pregunto a Cecila, mi súper-nueva-terapeuta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.¿Cuándo voy a superar la impronta de mi infancia?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre risas y mas risas me contesta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Corona de reinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Oro, Rubíes y topacios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio: No sabe, no contesta&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/8848993207510078700-1016466730047749346?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1016466730047749346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/11/cronicas-freudiana-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1016466730047749346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1016466730047749346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/11/cronicas-freudiana-iii.html' title='Crónicas freudiana III'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TOnuCFKbdXI/AAAAAAAABj0/MyARkM_FYEs/s72-c/DSCN1447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4658408582234926094</id><published>2010-11-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:43:55.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Love Is Here To Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TNDbqCzqTcI/AAAAAAAABjU/4BxlcAICcXg/s1600/DSCN1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535165457392881090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TNDbqCzqTcI/AAAAAAAABjU/4BxlcAICcXg/s200/DSCN1847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encanta limpiar mi depto, diminuto, ...uto...,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;escuchando a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZKfWwEULHQ"&gt;Billie Holiday&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is very clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con mi vestido viejo, y no puedo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juro, que no puedo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dejar de preguntarme: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...qué estoy haciendo mal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-4658408582234926094?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4658408582234926094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-is-here-to-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4658408582234926094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4658408582234926094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-is-here-to-stay.html' title='Love Is Here To Stay'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TNDbqCzqTcI/AAAAAAAABjU/4BxlcAICcXg/s72-c/DSCN1847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8393264204123683889</id><published>2010-09-26T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:30:03.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Domingo de primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TJ-gD7GeixI/AAAAAAAABik/qJfipa-irCc/s1600/frutillas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521307657444428562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TJ-gD7GeixI/AAAAAAAABik/qJfipa-irCc/s200/frutillas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Así me siento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soy la frutilla de la torta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-8393264204123683889?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8393264204123683889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/09/domingo-de-primavera.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8393264204123683889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8393264204123683889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/09/domingo-de-primavera.html' title='Domingo de primavera'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TJ-gD7GeixI/AAAAAAAABik/qJfipa-irCc/s72-c/frutillas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5516182082711698189</id><published>2010-09-24T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T06:47:42.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>tan modernos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TJ1vUC5dv3I/AAAAAAAABiY/askH-W3CNhg/s1600/DSCN1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520691108392058738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TJ1vUC5dv3I/AAAAAAAABiY/askH-W3CNhg/s200/DSCN1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Días extraños. Me contento con aliento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me aceptó como amiga en feisbuc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El "Y ahora qué somos"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya está resuelto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Corona de Contacto contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Botones y cintas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio:$40&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/8848993207510078700-5516182082711698189?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5516182082711698189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/09/tan-modernos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5516182082711698189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5516182082711698189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/09/tan-modernos.html' title='tan modernos'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TJ1vUC5dv3I/AAAAAAAABiY/askH-W3CNhg/s72-c/DSCN1732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5747647796287291306</id><published>2010-09-17T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T04:43:24.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caracoles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Nada sei desse mar, nado sem saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TJRauUT1FhI/AAAAAAAABiA/GmTGMzxHi6k/s1600/caracoles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518135195208062482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TJRauUT1FhI/AAAAAAAABiA/GmTGMzxHi6k/s200/caracoles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzBlTBeqF2w"&gt;Nada sei dessa vida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivo sem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca soube, nada saberei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigo sem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q lugar me pertence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q eu possa abandonar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q lugar me contém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q possa me parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou errada, sou errante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre na estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou errando enquanto o tempo me deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada sei desse mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nado sem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De seus peixes, suas perdas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De seu não respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os segundos insistem em naufragar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse mar me seduz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas é só pra me afogar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de "Sigo sin saber".&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones y caracolas du mar.-&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $45.-&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/8848993207510078700-5747647796287291306?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5747647796287291306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/09/nada-sei-desse-mar-nado-sem-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5747647796287291306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5747647796287291306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/09/nada-sei-desse-mar-nado-sem-saber.html' title='Nada sei desse mar, nado sem saber'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TJRauUT1FhI/AAAAAAAABiA/GmTGMzxHi6k/s72-c/caracoles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5200987093684654433</id><published>2010-09-08T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:24:41.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>¿Errada, errante?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TIe3x0PyqRI/AAAAAAAABho/p8KM8VvDx8I/s1600/dorada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514578335204813074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TIe3x0PyqRI/AAAAAAAABho/p8KM8VvDx8I/s200/dorada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dijiste algo y entendí mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dos reímos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo de lo que entendí,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vos de que yo festejara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semejante cosa que habías dicho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como en la infancia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuimos felices por error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laura Wittner (1967) en Las últimas mudanzas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de luces que nunca se terminan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botones y sedas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $45.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5200987093684654433?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5200987093684654433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/09/errada-errante.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5200987093684654433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5200987093684654433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/09/errada-errante.html' title='¿Errada, errante?'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TIe3x0PyqRI/AAAAAAAABho/p8KM8VvDx8I/s72-c/dorada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1147125529344386345</id><published>2010-08-31T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:57:10.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Un suponer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TH1PZrGR8LI/AAAAAAAABgo/DSX2HQ0fOBc/s1600/pluma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511648821455745202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TH1PZrGR8LI/AAAAAAAABgo/DSX2HQ0fOBc/s200/pluma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supón que me presento&lt;br /&gt;cualquier día en tu casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que digo: "Hasta aquí hemos llegado"&lt;br /&gt;que cierro las ventanas,&lt;br /&gt;apago las cortinas,los libros, los periódicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supón que me presento&lt;br /&gt;cuando menos lo esperas.&lt;br /&gt;Ya puedo disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;tu mirada de asombro,&lt;br /&gt;el lecho abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;los sentidos alerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supón que te desnudo&lt;br /&gt;con besos y sonrisas,&lt;br /&gt;conjuro tus fantasmas,&lt;br /&gt;asalto tu desvelo,&lt;br /&gt;amanezco en tu sombra,&lt;br /&gt;y me marcho,&lt;br /&gt;y me juras&lt;br /&gt;-dentro de un orden, claro-&lt;br /&gt;fidelidad eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;María Rosal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A mano armada"&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;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de Tres Plumas&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones y plumas&lt;br /&gt;Precio:$40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-1147125529344386345?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1147125529344386345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/un-suponer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1147125529344386345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1147125529344386345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/un-suponer.html' title='Un suponer'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TH1PZrGR8LI/AAAAAAAABgo/DSX2HQ0fOBc/s72-c/pluma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8869142281435601706</id><published>2010-08-20T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:39:11.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TG7ZPBwcy_I/AAAAAAAABgA/_Ko27XBuk_E/s1600/anita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507578246513609714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TG7ZPBwcy_I/AAAAAAAABgA/_Ko27XBuk_E/s200/anita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué tengo que ser materia y ocupar un lugar en el espacio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No podría haber estado hecha de otra cosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ah, no!&lt;br /&gt;Tuve que estar hecha de materia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuqui, poeta cordobesa. Cuando explota un globo (2000). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: Anita Petronsi&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/8848993207510078700-8869142281435601706?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8869142281435601706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/por-que-tengo-que-ser-materia-y-ocupar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8869142281435601706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8869142281435601706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/por-que-tengo-que-ser-materia-y-ocupar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TG7ZPBwcy_I/AAAAAAAABgA/_Ko27XBuk_E/s72-c/anita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-3407728252736110326</id><published>2010-08-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:36:15.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Maresía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TG1Oynyt17I/AAAAAAAABfo/V-uLedurLnM/s1600/cofre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507144550926112690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TG1Oynyt17I/AAAAAAAABfo/V-uLedurLnM/s200/cofre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Demonios y maravillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vientos y mareas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lo lejos ya el mar se ha retirado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero en tus ojos entreabiertos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han quedado dos pequeñas olas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonios y maravillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vientos y mareas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos pequeñas olas para ahogarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacques Prévert&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="right"&gt;Descripción: Coronas de vientos y mareas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: caracoles, botones y cuentas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: 35$ c/u.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-3407728252736110326?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/3407728252736110326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/maresia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3407728252736110326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3407728252736110326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/maresia.html' title='Maresía'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TG1Oynyt17I/AAAAAAAABfo/V-uLedurLnM/s72-c/cofre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4615713994647398601</id><published>2010-08-15T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:44:16.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Silver plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGeatb5OP_I/AAAAAAAABfI/hjOjt9JbbmE/s1600/DSCN2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505539174856278002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGeatb5OP_I/AAAAAAAABfI/hjOjt9JbbmE/s200/DSCN2619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando vivíamos en la plata eran tiempos dorados y ausencias, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sin embargo la lluvia dorada sobre la tres, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;era un remolino que mezclaba los besos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-4615713994647398601?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4615713994647398601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/silver-plate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4615713994647398601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4615713994647398601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/silver-plate.html' title='Silver plate'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGeatb5OP_I/AAAAAAAABfI/hjOjt9JbbmE/s72-c/DSCN2619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-258336477994188002</id><published>2010-08-14T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:16:55.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebillas'/><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGeGXYCljhI/AAAAAAAABe8/RNWAbBvxiNo/s1600/DSCN2639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505516805632134674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGeGXYCljhI/AAAAAAAABe8/RNWAbBvxiNo/s200/DSCN2639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sí, ya lo sé, demasiado obvia y no puedo evitarlo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7_RneZ1VtQ"&gt;Soy un recuerdo fósil.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Mis canciones favoritas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCW9Hey6IVY"&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVRQeiqZlKY"&gt;When you smiling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no se bien el orden, y cuando sonrío, el mundo sonríe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero cuando lloro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En otras palabras, mirame a los ojos, y que no llueva porque cuando sos sincero, en Júpiter o en Marte, el mundo sonríe conmigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En otras palabras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te amo.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descripción: Hebilla de rosas y vientos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Rosas, Franck y Lou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: $30.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-258336477994188002?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/258336477994188002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/fly-me-to-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/258336477994188002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/258336477994188002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly me to the moon'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGeGXYCljhI/AAAAAAAABe8/RNWAbBvxiNo/s72-c/DSCN2639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2805078419904277813</id><published>2010-08-12T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:00:40.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>Caza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGQghIyoRaI/AAAAAAAABd4/QjtFDpwdL5I/s1600/halc%C3%B3n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504560398221198754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 28px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGQghIyoRaI/AAAAAAAABd4/QjtFDpwdL5I/s200/halc%C3%B3n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liebre, venado, faisán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me atrae la caza ni me gusta alinear la carne roja&lt;br /&gt;en bandejas de plata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el halcón acaba de traerme tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo la cetrería*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana ha de traerme tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Emilia Lahitte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Broche de Tus ojos de Halcón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Botones de nàcar, plumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio: $45.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*) simbiosis entre hombre y animal en que ambas especies se benefician.&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/8848993207510078700-2805078419904277813?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2805078419904277813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/caza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2805078419904277813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2805078419904277813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/caza.html' title='Caza'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGQghIyoRaI/AAAAAAAABd4/QjtFDpwdL5I/s72-c/halc%C3%B3n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-3197507962025201180</id><published>2010-08-09T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:40:45.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Fotografía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGBZLyMSPuI/AAAAAAAABdQ/vxxngVClfvA/s1600/reina"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503496803633479394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGBZLyMSPuI/AAAAAAAABdQ/vxxngVClfvA/s200/reina" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mirando en viejas fotos mi rostro en que no estás,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;la mejilla en que estás como dolor, olvido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pienso qué harán en China ahora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;con tanta tristeza como se me caía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o crecerá como otro otoño humano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lleno de oros, de dulzura,con un fuego en el medio como tu nombre, o sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;crepitarás entre los lotos de Hangchaw bajo setiembre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;como cuando encontré la justicia en el mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;y era como tu rostro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mejor dicho: te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juan Gelman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Corona China de Hangchaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar y sedas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio:$45.-&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/8848993207510078700-3197507962025201180?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/3197507962025201180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/fotografia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3197507962025201180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3197507962025201180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/fotografia.html' title='Fotografía'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGBZLyMSPuI/AAAAAAAABdQ/vxxngVClfvA/s72-c/reina' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4182322656599256032</id><published>2010-08-09T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:09:23.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>los formales y el frío</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGA9TKISIvI/AAAAAAAABc8/G9rJPDwG3kk/s1600/pajaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503466143992652530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGA9TKISIvI/AAAAAAAABc8/G9rJPDwG3kk/s200/pajaro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quién iba a prever que el amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ese informal se dedicara a ellos tan formales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mientras almorzaban por primera vez ella muy lenta y él no tanto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;y hablaban con sospechosa objetividad de grandes temas en dos volúmenes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;su sonrisa, la de ella, era como un augurio o una fábula &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;su mirada, la de él, tomaba nota de cómo eran sus ojos, los de ella, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pero sus palabras, las de él, no se enteraban de esa dulce encuesta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;como siempre o como casi siempre la política condujo a la cultura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;así que por la noche concurrieron al teatro sin tocarse una uña o un ojal ni siquiera una hebilla o una manga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;y como a la salida hacía bastante frío y ella no tenía medias sólo sandalias por las que asomaban unos dedos muy blancos e indefensos fue preciso meterse en un boliche y ya que el mozo demoraba tanto ellos optaron por la confidencia extra seca y sin hielo por favor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cuando llegaron a su casa, la de ella, ya el frío estaba en sus labios ,los de él, de modo que ella fábula y augurio le dio refugio y café instantáneos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;una hora apenas de biografía y nostalgias hasta que al fin sobrevino un silencio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;como se sabe en estos casos es bravo decir algo que realmente no sobre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;él probó sólo falta que me quede a dormir y ella probó por qué no te quedas y él no me lo digas dos veces y ella bueno por qué no te quedas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de manera que él se quedó en principio a besar sin usura sus pies fríos, los de ella, después ella besó sus labios, los de él, que a esa altura ya no estaban tan fríos y sucesivamente así mientras los grandes temas dormían el sueño que ellos no durmieron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poesi.as/reci0257.htm"&gt;Mario Benedetti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Broche de algo que realmente no sobre&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones de nàcar, plumas&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $45&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/8848993207510078700-4182322656599256032?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4182322656599256032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/los-formales-y-el-frio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4182322656599256032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4182322656599256032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/los-formales-y-el-frio.html' title='los formales y el frío'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGA9TKISIvI/AAAAAAAABc8/G9rJPDwG3kk/s72-c/pajaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-6090610001339851836</id><published>2010-08-06T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T05:57:31.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Crónicas Freudianas II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TFwDVL73SqI/AAAAAAAABcc/eOiQ4J8uuTI/s1600/DSCN1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502276507255917218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TFwDVL73SqI/AAAAAAAABcc/eOiQ4J8uuTI/s200/DSCN1673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-¡A Ver!!!-me grita Cecilia, mi nueva psaico terapist, intentando hacer de cuenta que razonamos juntas-¿querés o no querés que él te llame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Sí, quiero que me llame-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Pero, me acabás de decir lo contrario-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Porque quiero que me llame para poder decirle que no quiero que me llame más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Es tan difícil de entender?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Corona de luces que nunca se terminan.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones y sedas&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $45.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-6090610001339851836?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/6090610001339851836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/cronicas-freudianas-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6090610001339851836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6090610001339851836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/08/cronicas-freudianas-ii.html' title='Crónicas Freudianas II'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TFwDVL73SqI/AAAAAAAABcc/eOiQ4J8uuTI/s72-c/DSCN1673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4866179428695616962</id><published>2010-06-19T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:03:08.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebillas'/><title type='text'>Naufragio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TB2tvRlWNhI/AAAAAAAABbk/l1irtSqF5eg/s1600/princesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484730948892636690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TB2tvRlWNhI/AAAAAAAABbk/l1irtSqF5eg/s200/princesa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante el sueño la marea de las angustias había subido hasta casi ahogarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felisberto Hernández "El caballo perdido"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Descripción: Broches de "Algo de abandonadas estaciones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;algo de teatro clausurado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;algo de recepción deshabitada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;algo de espectro real, concreto espanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y de naufragio sin naufragio".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raúl González Tuñón&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Materiales: Algo de abandonadas estaciones,algo de teatro clausurado,algo de recepción deshabitada,algo de espectro real, concreto espanto,y de naufragio sin naufragio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Precio: 15 $c/u.-&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/8848993207510078700-4866179428695616962?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4866179428695616962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/06/naufragio.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4866179428695616962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4866179428695616962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/06/naufragio.html' title='Naufragio'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TB2tvRlWNhI/AAAAAAAABbk/l1irtSqF5eg/s72-c/princesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8344630849268821930</id><published>2010-06-07T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:10:07.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>El futuro llegó...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TA3QMxNEWNI/AAAAAAAABaw/h-Jn9jTOzec/s1600/DSCN1023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480265239364917458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TA3QMxNEWNI/AAAAAAAABaw/h-Jn9jTOzec/s200/DSCN1023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...y tiene mis ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-8344630849268821930?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8344630849268821930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/06/el-futuro-llego.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8344630849268821930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8344630849268821930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/06/el-futuro-llego.html' title='El futuro llegó...'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TA3QMxNEWNI/AAAAAAAABaw/h-Jn9jTOzec/s72-c/DSCN1023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-3936761780154635282</id><published>2010-06-01T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:09:17.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Poco se sabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TAVZ-K6oDgI/AAAAAAAABag/6p7IKDxNwNI/s1600/almu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477883446383087106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TAVZ-K6oDgI/AAAAAAAABag/6p7IKDxNwNI/s200/almu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no sabía que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tenerte podía ser dulce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como nombrarte para que vengas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque no vengas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no haya sino tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan dura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como el golpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me di en la cara pensando en vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juan Gelman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona "Veo estrellas"&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar y estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $30.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-3936761780154635282?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/3936761780154635282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/06/poco-se-sabe.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3936761780154635282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3936761780154635282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/06/poco-se-sabe.html' title='Poco se sabe'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TAVZ-K6oDgI/AAAAAAAABag/6p7IKDxNwNI/s72-c/almu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2101507450895295430</id><published>2010-05-24T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:21:15.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Problemas de género.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGRJc0Y2mXI/AAAAAAAABek/7MoJwwGfVs8/s1600/a"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504605404001638770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGRJc0Y2mXI/AAAAAAAABek/7MoJwwGfVs8/s200/a" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soleada me reta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dejá de quejarte y pasá a la acción. Tenés que generar en vez de quedarte encerrada sin hacer nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salí, hacé cosas interesantes.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como una pelota de ping-pong, en mi cabeza rebota: generar cosas interesantes, generar y cosas, interesantes vs. genero, degenero, generación, degeneración...a ver...mmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Imposible, no se me ocurre ninguna.&lt;/div&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="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona degenerada.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones, brodery y puntillas.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $40.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-2101507450895295430?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2101507450895295430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/problemas-de-genero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2101507450895295430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2101507450895295430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/problemas-de-genero.html' title='Problemas de género.'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/TGRJc0Y2mXI/AAAAAAAABek/7MoJwwGfVs8/s72-c/a' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-113597525980370499</id><published>2010-05-21T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T12:48:07.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Si tienes un hondo penar....*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S_d1JpL5JDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JUNOxD6Bjd4/s1600/DSCN2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473972680627135538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S_d1JpL5JDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JUNOxD6Bjd4/s200/DSCN2682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piensa en mí;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si tienes ganas de llorar piensa en mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves que venero tu imagen divina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu párvula boca que siendo tan niña, me enseñó a besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en mí&lt;br /&gt;cuando beses,&lt;br /&gt;cuando llores&lt;br /&gt;también piensa en mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando quieras quitarme la vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la quiero para nada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para nada me sirve sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83b_KNcduOk"&gt;piensa en mi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Para Ale que está lejos y para Alicia que a veces, también está lejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Collar de lágrimas y perlas y tacones lejanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Lágrimas, muchas lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: sin precio.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-113597525980370499?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/113597525980370499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-tienes-un-hondo-penar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/113597525980370499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/113597525980370499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-tienes-un-hondo-penar.html' title='Si tienes un hondo penar....*'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S_d1JpL5JDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JUNOxD6Bjd4/s72-c/DSCN2682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7017736128835900724</id><published>2010-05-09T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:03:36.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caos y mariposas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S-dWB0u8byI/AAAAAAAABYw/kBRsgMaXe3E/s1600/DSCN2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469434861800156962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S-dWB0u8byI/AAAAAAAABYw/kBRsgMaXe3E/s200/DSCN2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Todo se va en la vida, amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Se va o perece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...La mariposa volotea,&lt;br /&gt;revolotea,&lt;br /&gt;y desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pablo Neruda, Mariposa de otoño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Broche  "Me cago en las mariposas".&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones antiguos y mariposa&lt;br /&gt;Precio:$50.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-7017736128835900724?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7017736128835900724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/caos-o-mariposas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7017736128835900724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7017736128835900724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/caos-o-mariposas.html' title='Caos y mariposas'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S-dWB0u8byI/AAAAAAAABYw/kBRsgMaXe3E/s72-c/DSCN2686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1408847366657860679</id><published>2010-05-04T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:02:51.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Amor de novela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S-DRilNTAVI/AAAAAAAABYk/vggspB2OQMY/s1600/DSCN2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467600339661422930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S-DRilNTAVI/AAAAAAAABYk/vggspB2OQMY/s200/DSCN2115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo nunca sentí que ella estuviera enamorada de mí,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dice Onetti cuando le preguntan sobre su relación con la uruguaya Idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–No entiendo, ¿cómo que nunca estuvo enamorada?-se sorprende la periodista- ¿Y los poemas que te escribió?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Yo no digo que no estuvo, sino que nunca sentí que estuvo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo creo que lo suyo es algo muy cerebral, intelectual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–¿Nada más??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–También cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-1408847366657860679?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1408847366657860679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/amor-de-novela.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1408847366657860679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1408847366657860679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/amor-de-novela.html' title='Amor de novela.'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S-DRilNTAVI/AAAAAAAABYk/vggspB2OQMY/s72-c/DSCN2115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7596668063430858291</id><published>2010-05-02T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:38:17.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebillas'/><title type='text'>¿Flor de loto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S92vcEKpyyI/AAAAAAAABYY/M6Uobtahb_w/s1600/DSCN2645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466718419387271970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S92vcEKpyyI/AAAAAAAABYY/M6Uobtahb_w/s320/DSCN2645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuenta la mitología griega que una hermosa diosa huyó asustada al bosque y debido a la oscuridad de la noche, cayó a un pozo llamado Loto .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ese lugar estaba reservado por los dioses -griegos-para los fracasados y perdedores en la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La joven diosa luchó durante siglos y logró salir en forma de una hermosa flor, flor de loto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De esta manera, la cultura grecolatina nos enseña que si sos una diosa y luchas incansablemente contra el fracaso y las adversidades, con el tiempo probablemente te transformes en un Loto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Hebilla pantanosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Hoja de loto, puntillas y botones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio:$35.-&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/8848993207510078700-7596668063430858291?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7596668063430858291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/flor-de-loto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7596668063430858291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7596668063430858291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/05/flor-de-loto.html' title='¿Flor de loto?'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S92vcEKpyyI/AAAAAAAABYY/M6Uobtahb_w/s72-c/DSCN2645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5504551258049036238</id><published>2010-04-30T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:17:52.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>My Fair Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S9t6aRnGqcI/AAAAAAAABYE/AhJaf4ZFZnY/s1600/DSCN2641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466097164566833602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S9t6aRnGqcI/AAAAAAAABYE/AhJaf4ZFZnY/s200/DSCN2641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basado en Ovidio y en 1916 Bernard Shaw escribe Pigmalión. La historia de siempre. El creador que se enamora de su obra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;50 años después, Audry nos deslumbra con Liza, la florista mal hablada que se transforma en ¿princesa? gracias a su maestro y posterior ¿marido? ¿príncipe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moraleja:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...mmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿moraleja?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah! sí, escuchen &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mashaqrella"&gt;"On the Street Where You Live"&lt;/a&gt; de la banda de sonido de la película, interpretado por Masha Qrella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¡Excelente my dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de My Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botones, brodery y puntillas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $40.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5504551258049036238?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5504551258049036238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-fair-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5504551258049036238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5504551258049036238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-fair-lady.html' title='My Fair Lady'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S9t6aRnGqcI/AAAAAAAABYE/AhJaf4ZFZnY/s72-c/DSCN2641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-404553719544720902</id><published>2010-04-24T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:08:09.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Receta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S9NrL2jP05I/AAAAAAAABXE/0zEscXB1QpE/s1600/luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463828624296629138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S9NrL2jP05I/AAAAAAAABXE/0zEscXB1QpE/s200/luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preocupado al constatar que ya iba por el Cap. XXI de &lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlMfLlWkjxY"&gt;la loca de mierda&lt;/a&gt;, y siendo un sábado de sol maravilloso, mi hermanito me dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-¿No querés que salgamos a correr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-¿A correr? ¿Para qué?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-No sé, para despejarte. Así te cansás, transpirás un poco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Click! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=la+loca+de+mierda+XXII&amp;amp;aq=f"&gt;Cap. XXII.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descripción: Corona de Venus y Marte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar y sedas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precio:$45.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-404553719544720902?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/404553719544720902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/receta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/404553719544720902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/404553719544720902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/receta.html' title='Receta'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S9NrL2jP05I/AAAAAAAABXE/0zEscXB1QpE/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8755990725334435170</id><published>2010-04-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:32:09.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde mi reino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8sisbHi40I/AAAAAAAABWg/jHAedNn96n4/s1600/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461497119705850690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8sisbHi40I/AAAAAAAABWg/jHAedNn96n4/s200/me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Con voces inmisericordes &lt;div&gt;Con coros báquicos y aleluyas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con palacios destruidos cuyas ruinas soberbias admiramos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con espacios blancos donde flotan irreales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;barcos hundidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con una corte de princesas de tarot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y espadas de cartón para los juegos de la tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con la fuerza del Antiguo Testamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuyos apocalípticos pecados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;son siempre más intensos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que los mediocres desacatos del presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con las herejías ebrias de fe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de los hijos rebeldes de la Iglesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con fantasías nocturnas llenas de presentimientos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con los presagios de los sueñosy de las hojas de los tréboles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con la turbia mirada de los ocelotes en celo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con esta sujeción al deseo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;llamada –otro sí– abnegación&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin ninguna simplicidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auto de Fe. Babel Bárbara" 1991, Cristina Peri Rossi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Corona de Princesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Flores, tul, botones antiguos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio: $40.-&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/8848993207510078700-8755990725334435170?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8755990725334435170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/desde-mi-reino.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8755990725334435170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8755990725334435170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/desde-mi-reino.html' title='Desde mi reino'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8sisbHi40I/AAAAAAAABWg/jHAedNn96n4/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5497329578972942338</id><published>2010-04-16T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T04:44:51.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Perdí el norte-sur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8mek0wg3fI/AAAAAAAABWI/391dQ1IPQME/s1600/+senti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461070378638040562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8mek0wg3fI/AAAAAAAABWI/391dQ1IPQME/s200/+senti.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuetra visión de la realidad está condicionada por nuestra posición en el espacio y en el tiempo, no por nuestra personalidad, como nos complacemos en creer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por eso toda interpretación de la realidad se funda en una posición única. Dos pasos al este o al oeste, y todo el cuadro cambia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lawrence Durrell, Balthazar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Collar "Laranja en flor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Cuentas y cadenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio: $35.-&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/8848993207510078700-5497329578972942338?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5497329578972942338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/perdi-el-norte-sur.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5497329578972942338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5497329578972942338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/perdi-el-norte-sur.html' title='Perdí el norte-sur.'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8mek0wg3fI/AAAAAAAABWI/391dQ1IPQME/s72-c/+senti.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5734301656294426728</id><published>2010-04-15T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:24:32.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>Retomando el tema del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8efPABZIBI/AAAAAAAABVo/LhUM45103BA/s1600/tabac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460508153262710802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8efPABZIBI/AAAAAAAABVo/LhUM45103BA/s200/tabac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidentemente medimos el tiempo que pasa cuando lo medimos sintiéndolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;San Agustín, Confesiones (Libro XI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Descripción: Broches de madera y nácar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar, madera y bronce, perla y canutillos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Precio: Matinal $30, Tríptico $35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5734301656294426728?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5734301656294426728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/retomando-el-tema-del-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5734301656294426728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5734301656294426728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/retomando-el-tema-del-tiempo.html' title='Retomando el tema del tiempo'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8efPABZIBI/AAAAAAAABVo/LhUM45103BA/s72-c/tabac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-3724957938081069440</id><published>2010-04-12T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:43:31.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Entre suspiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8O81eTDkDI/AAAAAAAABVY/jl7EpwP5-Cw/s1600/DSCN2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459414800155250738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8O81eTDkDI/AAAAAAAABVY/jl7EpwP5-Cw/s200/DSCN2278.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No podía dejar de amarla porque el olvido no existe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y la memoria es modificación, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de manera que sin querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amaba las distintas formas bajo las cuales ella aparecía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en sucesivas transformaciones y tenía nostalgia de todos los lugares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en los cuales jamás habíamos estado, y la deseaba en los parques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;donde nunca la deseé y moría de reminiscencias por las cosas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ya no conoceríamos y eran tan violentas e inolvidables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;como las pocas cosas que habíamos conocido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cristina Peri Rossi "Diáspora" 1976&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/8848993207510078700-3724957938081069440?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/3724957938081069440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/tancat-per-vacances.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3724957938081069440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3724957938081069440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/04/tancat-per-vacances.html' title='Entre suspiros'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S8O81eTDkDI/AAAAAAAABVY/jl7EpwP5-Cw/s72-c/DSCN2278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5819607156074638364</id><published>2010-03-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:02:25.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Consejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S6QYbcKUI2I/AAAAAAAABUs/yDq16P9q1ZY/s1600-h/corona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450508308720132962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S6QYbcKUI2I/AAAAAAAABUs/yDq16P9q1ZY/s200/corona.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tome en serio a los hombres serios.&lt;br /&gt;No tome en serio a la poesía&lt;br /&gt;los sermones del profeta&lt;br /&gt;que proyecta futuros&lt;br /&gt;y defeca sueños&lt;br /&gt;juramentos de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el secreto es ser leve&lt;br /&gt;desvestirse de credulidades&lt;br /&gt;y supersticiones&lt;br /&gt;autoflagelaciones.&lt;br /&gt;Cosas así:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el amor redime u oprime, el perdón&lt;br /&gt;es mejor para quien perdona&lt;br /&gt;nada como un día después de otro-&lt;br /&gt;para quien sobrevive al otro día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No crea en quien cree&lt;br /&gt;no ponga las manos en el fuego&lt;br /&gt;por quien quiera que quiera&lt;br /&gt;ni jure por el amor a Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de: Antonio Miranda (poeta brasileño)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;para: viv, javi, sole y juli y las chicas del montón &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona Incrédula&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar y sedas.&lt;br /&gt;Precio:$45.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5819607156074638364?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5819607156074638364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/consejo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5819607156074638364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5819607156074638364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/consejo.html' title='Consejo'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S6QYbcKUI2I/AAAAAAAABUs/yDq16P9q1ZY/s72-c/corona.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-3695752721010592941</id><published>2010-03-18T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T05:40:22.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caracoles.'/><title type='text'>Advertencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S6JIBNNzKLI/AAAAAAAABUg/n8vjZKoPxpo/s1600-h/caracoles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997684636330162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S6JIBNNzKLI/AAAAAAAABUg/n8vjZKoPxpo/s200/caracoles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche visitaré tu sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entraré silenciosa disfrazada de ola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o de tormenta de lluvia o de gaviota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminaré tu adentro y arribaré a tu playa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando despiertes recordarás a aquella que compartió&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contigo tus "Saudades"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;María Clara González de "Pasajeros del viento"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Corona "Recuerdo un s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ouvenir de caracoles"&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Caracoles de Eti.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $40&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/8848993207510078700-3695752721010592941?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/3695752721010592941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/advertencia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3695752721010592941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3695752721010592941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/advertencia.html' title='Advertencia'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S6JIBNNzKLI/AAAAAAAABUg/n8vjZKoPxpo/s72-c/caracoles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-9212678886910115278</id><published>2010-03-14T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:48:38.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Ganeya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S511mss9ckI/AAAAAAAABUU/ZBtUZwhvOPs/s1600-h/DSCN2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448640431883383362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S511mss9ckI/AAAAAAAABUU/ZBtUZwhvOPs/s200/DSCN2033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dios de cuatro brazos y cabeza de elefante, dios de los caminos, las letras y la sabiduría, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ganesha te asegura que si le tenés fe llegarás a buen puerto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eso sí, hay que invocarlo de mañana, porque atiende sólo hasta el mediodía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Collar Hindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Cuentas pendientes y pendiente hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio:$80.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-9212678886910115278?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/9212678886910115278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/ganeya.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/9212678886910115278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/9212678886910115278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/ganeya.html' title='Ganeya'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S511mss9ckI/AAAAAAAABUU/ZBtUZwhvOPs/s72-c/DSCN2033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-893010490895871215</id><published>2010-03-11T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:30:22.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>CAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S5mJu9VAlJI/AAAAAAAABUI/N5LChSUDcIU/s1600-h/can.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447536664110994578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S5mJu9VAlJI/AAAAAAAABUI/N5LChSUDcIU/s200/can.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hay perros fieles, compañeros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perros que ladran &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;y perros labradores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perros con dos colas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perros de raza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El mío caza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y yo, presa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Collar de perro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Cadenas y perro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio: $50.-&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/8848993207510078700-893010490895871215?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/893010490895871215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/can.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/893010490895871215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/893010490895871215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/can.html' title='CAN'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S5mJu9VAlJI/AAAAAAAABUI/N5LChSUDcIU/s72-c/can.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1559530770503985806</id><published>2010-03-09T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:25:42.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>con B de vida buena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S5a18ZTr1VI/AAAAAAAABT8/kLml5wwuk78/s1600-h/agus+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446740848541422930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S5a18ZTr1VI/AAAAAAAABT8/kLml5wwuk78/s200/agus+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.puedefallar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soleada&lt;/a&gt;, hermosa, con un lucky en la mano y nubes en los ojos me mira y repite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Convencete de una buena vez: la vida no es justa, la vida es una mierda, la gente es una mierda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos son malos hasta que te demuestren lo contario. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No esperes nada de nadie porque te van a cagar y vas a sufrir.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy a dormir repitiendo el mantra..."la vida es una mierda, la gente es una mierda".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta mañana llego al trabajo, prendo la compu, chequeo los mails, y ahí está...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...la vida sonriéndome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-1559530770503985806?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1559530770503985806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/con-b-de-vida-buena.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1559530770503985806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1559530770503985806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/con-b-de-vida-buena.html' title='con B de vida buena'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S5a18ZTr1VI/AAAAAAAABT8/kLml5wwuk78/s72-c/agus+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1154058982124279046</id><published>2010-03-03T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:15:34.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Mascota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S46Qvaym-2I/AAAAAAAABTk/kaGlBzzMJCQ/s1600-h/DRAGON.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444448143857351522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S46Qvaym-2I/AAAAAAAABTk/kaGlBzzMJCQ/s200/DRAGON.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mi animal preferido es el &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmF6kSpcFC0"&gt;dragón.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me hace acordar a mí, cuando sin querer de su boca sale fuego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El dragón ha sido odiado y amado en diferentes épocas y por diversas culturas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pobre dragón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para los celtas, era una divinidad de los bosques, y su fuerza solo podía ser controlada por los magos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En cambio, para los cristianos, representa el pecado y es por eso que varios Santos aparecen en la foto matando a un dragón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En el horóscopo chino, el Dragón simboliza la vida y el crecimiento y se dice que posee las cinco bendiciones: la armonía, la virtud, la riqueza, el cumplimiento y la longevidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En la vida real, el dragón de Komodo, es la única especie con capacidad de reproducción por partenogénesis....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...¿Qué?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...Partenogénesis: proceso por el que las hembras pueden poner huevos viables en ausencia de los machos...bueno, en esta parte no me identifico tanto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Collar de Dragón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Cuentas, cadenas y dragones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio: $40.-&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/8848993207510078700-1154058982124279046?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1154058982124279046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/mascota.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1154058982124279046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1154058982124279046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/03/mascota.html' title='Mascota'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S46Qvaym-2I/AAAAAAAABTk/kaGlBzzMJCQ/s72-c/DRAGON.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-50045146759947283</id><published>2010-02-25T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T04:35:41.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Confusión</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S4Zrt6jg6tI/AAAAAAAABTU/s4hcttisco0/s1600-h/almu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442155636280322770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S4Zrt6jg6tI/AAAAAAAABTU/s4hcttisco0/s200/almu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En la peluquería: ¿cómo te corto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mmmNo sé. ¿Más corto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En el taxi: ¿por dónde agarramos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mmmNo sé. Seguí derecho y después...¿doblás?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En terapia: Pero ¿qué es lo que sentís?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....mmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Corona de estrellas y confusión en la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar y estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $30.-&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/8848993207510078700-50045146759947283?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/50045146759947283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/confusion.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/50045146759947283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/50045146759947283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/confusion.html' title='Confusión'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S4Zrt6jg6tI/AAAAAAAABTU/s4hcttisco0/s72-c/almu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4221667491277050404</id><published>2010-02-20T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T04:42:20.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Nuestra vieja infancia*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S4DM1MbP2eI/AAAAAAAABR4/VkauHV_BpoE/s1600-h/DSCN1764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440573564104202722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S4DM1MbP2eI/AAAAAAAABR4/VkauHV_BpoE/s200/DSCN1764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FSuj0ygbE8"&gt;Velha Infância&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Arnaldo Antunes/ Carlinhos Brown/ Marisa Monte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um sonho pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando eu não te vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu penso em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde o amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até quando eu me deito...&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E gosto de ficar com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu riso é tão feliz contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu melhor amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;E a gente canta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a gente dança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a gente não se cansa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ser criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente brinca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na nossa velha infância...&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos meu clarão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me guiam dentro da escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus pés me abrem o caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sigo e nunca me sinto só...&lt;br /&gt;Você é assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um sonho pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero te encher de beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu penso em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde o amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até quando eu me deito...&lt;br /&gt;(*)La primera infancia se caracteriza por el desarrollo intenso de la capacidad de retención mental y reproducción. En esta edad, aumenta en un lapso relativamente largo el período a partir del cual se recuerdan personas y acontecimientos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-4221667491277050404?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4221667491277050404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/nuestra-vieja-infancia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4221667491277050404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4221667491277050404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/nuestra-vieja-infancia.html' title='Nuestra vieja infancia*'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S4DM1MbP2eI/AAAAAAAABR4/VkauHV_BpoE/s72-c/DSCN1764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-707998711149816914</id><published>2010-02-18T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T05:06:59.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Ser y tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S34NQUhHnUI/AAAAAAAABRo/coq1_aNf5Pc/s1600-h/DSCN1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439799973946826050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S34NQUhHnUI/AAAAAAAABRo/coq1_aNf5Pc/s200/DSCN1750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suena el despertador. 8.30 es hora de levantarse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suena de nuevo 8.40 FucK debería levantarme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por qué? Solo para agradar a ese maldito celular que me dice que es hora de levantarme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mientras pienso en el maldito capitalismo y en qué hora es la ideal para levantarse ya son las 9.00!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9.30. qué hago? Sí, completamente, debo levantarme! Por qué? Quién dice qué es tarde o temprano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10.00. Ahora sì, basta de reclamos, debería levantarme, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me levanto y ahora me tengo que bañar! Llamo a mi amigo ET...Estás durmiendo? No, me levanté a la 6.30, desayuné y salí a correr, y vos? No deberías estar en tu escritorio tapada de expedientes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...Fuck, todavía no consigo combinar mi nueva pollera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Odio los horarios, odio el despertador, odio el tiempo que corre sin tregua y yo...sigo pensando si negro o azul....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-707998711149816914?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/707998711149816914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/neurotica.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/707998711149816914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/707998711149816914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/neurotica.html' title='Ser y tiempo'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S34NQUhHnUI/AAAAAAAABRo/coq1_aNf5Pc/s72-c/DSCN1750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-9055273906787393033</id><published>2010-02-15T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:48:50.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S3npmQ_d3mI/AAAAAAAABRY/cCubC15gMy8/s1600-h/rosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438634868632051298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S3npmQ_d3mI/AAAAAAAABRY/cCubC15gMy8/s200/rosa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sos vos, pebeta? ¿Sos vos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo te va?¿Estás de baile?&lt;br /&gt;¿Con quién? ¡Con un bacán!&lt;br /&gt;¡Tan bien vestida, das el golpe!...&lt;br /&gt;Te lo digo de verdad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Habré cambiado que vos, ni me mirás,&lt;br /&gt;y sin decirme adiós, ya vas a entrar?&lt;br /&gt;No te apresures.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras paga el auto tu bacán, yo te diré:&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde vas con mantón de Manila,&lt;br /&gt;dónde vas con tan lindo disfraz?&lt;br /&gt;Nada menos que a un baile lujoso&lt;br /&gt;donde cuesta la entrada un platal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué progresos has hecho, pebeta!&lt;br /&gt;Te cambiaste por seda el percal...&lt;br /&gt;Disfrazada de rica estás papa,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor que yo vi en Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gardel, 1927&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Corona de cenizas de Carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Lentejuelas, canutillos y firuletes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio: $35.-&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/8848993207510078700-9055273906787393033?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/9055273906787393033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnaval.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/9055273906787393033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/9055273906787393033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S3npmQ_d3mI/AAAAAAAABRY/cCubC15gMy8/s72-c/rosa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8469816837414377307</id><published>2010-02-09T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:57:48.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Tigre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S3IFjg5dEkI/AAAAAAAABRI/jgI4wRZpMpQ/s1600-h/china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436413807874085442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S3IFjg5dEkI/AAAAAAAABRI/jgI4wRZpMpQ/s200/china.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El 14 de feberero algunos occidentales festejan San Valentín o el Día de los Enamorados, en cambio los chinos, su año 4708 y la era del Tigre que simboliza la potencia, la pasión y la osadía. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rebelde, expresivo e imprevisible, este animal impone a todos reverencia y respeto ya que es un luchador ardiente e intrépido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decididamente, la segunda luna nueva después del solsticio de invierno boreal me encontrará comiendo con palitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Collar de dragones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Cuentas y dije chino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio: $35.-&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/8848993207510078700-8469816837414377307?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8469816837414377307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/tigre.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8469816837414377307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8469816837414377307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/tigre.html' title='Tigre'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S3IFjg5dEkI/AAAAAAAABRI/jgI4wRZpMpQ/s72-c/china.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1558238714347567006</id><published>2010-02-01T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T04:09:15.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Nombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S2eM69srmcI/AAAAAAAABQc/vPnxFjS2YHA/s1600-h/DSCN1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433466420068063682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S2eM69srmcI/AAAAAAAABQc/vPnxFjS2YHA/s200/DSCN1825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mi amiga M mensualmente consulta a una especialista en vidas aKáshicas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mi amiga J, viene de pasarse el sábado con una doctora en homeopatía sufi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hasta S, la mas exacta de las mujeres científicas, sucumbe al tarot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todas la misma sintomatología y el mismo diagnóstico: mal de amores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Evidentemente la ciencia occidental y oriental no alcanzan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por eso yo me encomiendo y como dice la canción...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=filvhdzkylo"&gt;a Dios le pido!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-1558238714347567006?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1558238714347567006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/nombre.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1558238714347567006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1558238714347567006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/02/nombre.html' title='Nombre'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S2eM69srmcI/AAAAAAAABQc/vPnxFjS2YHA/s72-c/DSCN1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7100975683042925660</id><published>2010-01-20T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:11:28.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Gone with the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cECTwZvhI/AAAAAAAABQA/ogUZuCA8wow/s1600-h/DSCN1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428812313527959058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cECTwZvhI/AAAAAAAABQA/ogUZuCA8wow/s200/DSCN1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas vacaciones colmadas de tormentas inesperadas en el balcón, se han llevado varias ramas de mi ficus y han traído una agradable sensación sureña.&lt;br /&gt;Será por eso que francamente, querida, todo me importa un bledo y al fin y al cabo, mañana será otro día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Corona Escarlata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Botones, cuentas y cintas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio:$35.-&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/8848993207510078700-7100975683042925660?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7100975683042925660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/01/gone-with-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7100975683042925660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7100975683042925660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/01/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the Wind'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cECTwZvhI/AAAAAAAABQA/ogUZuCA8wow/s72-c/DSCN1732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2540237215628597729</id><published>2010-01-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:40:07.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geometría'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebillas'/><title type='text'>¿Qué es un agujero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1UlBma1MzI/AAAAAAAABPQ/AZDAjye7MKI/s1600-h/geo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428285635288183602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1UlBma1MzI/AAAAAAAABPQ/AZDAjye7MKI/s320/geo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un agujero, es una ausencia rodeada de presencias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daumal, René. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Descripción: Hebilla Geometría II.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Materiales: Botones y cuentas de colores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Precio: 20$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-2540237215628597729?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2540237215628597729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-es-un-agujero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2540237215628597729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2540237215628597729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-es-un-agujero.html' title='¿Qué es un agujero?'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1UlBma1MzI/AAAAAAAABPQ/AZDAjye7MKI/s72-c/geo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5542655335561249393</id><published>2010-01-13T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:41:19.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geometría'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebillas'/><title type='text'>Geometría</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S06WugGLC7I/AAAAAAAABO8/TTwa-g_wWKM/s1600-h/pedro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426440326661999538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S06WugGLC7I/AAAAAAAABO8/TTwa-g_wWKM/s200/pedro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy circula un viento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circula un aire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y en el mejor de los casos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circulamos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy triangula un viento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triangula el aire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y en el mejor de los casos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obvio, triangulamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fórmicas defórmicas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vos y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Descripción: Hebillas Los extremos se tocan.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones y cuentas de colores.&lt;br /&gt;Precio&lt;/span&gt;: 20$ c/u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5542655335561249393?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5542655335561249393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/01/geometria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5542655335561249393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5542655335561249393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/01/geometria.html' title='Geometría'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S06WugGLC7I/AAAAAAAABO8/TTwa-g_wWKM/s72-c/pedro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2740191172305769583</id><published>2010-01-11T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:01:36.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caracoles'/><title type='text'>Secretos del mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Descripción: Joyero del Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Materiales: Caja de cartón y caracoles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Precio: $35.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S0t5oBPyc5I/AAAAAAAABOo/Db-lIIoaDA8/s1600-h/secretos+del+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425563904534279058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S0t5oBPyc5I/AAAAAAAABOo/Db-lIIoaDA8/s320/secretos+del+mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-2740191172305769583?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2740191172305769583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/01/secretos-del-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2740191172305769583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2740191172305769583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2010/01/secretos-del-mar.html' title='Secretos del mar'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S0t5oBPyc5I/AAAAAAAABOo/Db-lIIoaDA8/s72-c/secretos+del+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7381677447618512329</id><published>2009-12-28T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T06:14:45.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SziJQWoMnsI/AAAAAAAABNg/H8S-XBrANjw/s1600-h/anagus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420233065585483458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SziJQWoMnsI/AAAAAAAABNg/H8S-XBrANjw/s320/anagus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lo queramos o no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sólo tenemos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tres alternativas: el ayer, el presente y el mañana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y ni siquiera tres porque como dice el filósofo el ayer es ayer nos pertenece sólo en el recuerdo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a la rosa que ya se deshojó no se le puede sacar otro pétalo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Las cartas por jugar son solamente dos: el presente y el día de mañana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y ni siquiera dos porque es un hecho bien establecido que el presente no existe sino en la medida en que se hace pasado y ya pasó... como la juventud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En resumidas cuentas sólo nos va quedando el mañana: yo levanto mi copa por ese día que no llega nunca pero que es lo único de lo que realmente disponemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nicanor Parra, Último brindis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A mis amigas: -"Feliz Navidad. Feliz año nuevo".-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8848993207510078700-7381677447618512329?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7381677447618512329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/12/brindo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7381677447618512329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7381677447618512329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/12/brindo.html' title='Brindo'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SziJQWoMnsI/AAAAAAAABNg/H8S-XBrANjw/s72-c/anagus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2781589987684411148</id><published>2009-12-21T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:41:54.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul'/><title type='text'>Toda azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sy_rUC48gII/AAAAAAAABMo/fSm-foUVhpk/s1600-h/cofre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417807606355624066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sy_rUC48gII/AAAAAAAABMo/fSm-foUVhpk/s200/cofre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Azul es mi nombre -dije.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Los jardines del hospicio con estatuas, con flores obscenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Los vestidos de azul iban y venían como quien recita un mismo poema interminable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- ¿Por qué traes los ojos tan fijos? -dijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo misterio mi mirada para que al mirarla no se vuelva azul la rosa rosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pizarnik, Alejandra: Obras Completas, Edición corregida y aumentada, Editorial Corregidor, 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Coronas de cuentos.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: caracoles, botones y cuentas.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: 35$ c/u.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-2781589987684411148?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2781589987684411148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/12/toda-azul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2781589987684411148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2781589987684411148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/12/toda-azul.html' title='Toda azul'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sy_rUC48gII/AAAAAAAABMo/fSm-foUVhpk/s72-c/cofre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7715547546347040306</id><published>2009-12-18T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:42:25.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariposas'/><title type='text'>Pensando en vos, alta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SywyaVMBWvI/AAAAAAAABLg/6KLNwO2Gt10/s1600-h/mariposa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416759879765416690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SywyaVMBWvI/AAAAAAAABLg/6KLNwO2Gt10/s200/mariposa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Quisiera hacer un verso que tuviera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toda la fragancia de la Primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que cual una mariposa rara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revolara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre tu vida, sobre tu cuerpo, sobre tu cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariposa, Nicolás Guillén&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de "Y dale con las mariposas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Cuentas azabache y mariposa de gasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $35.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-7715547546347040306?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7715547546347040306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/12/pensando-en-vos-alta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7715547546347040306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7715547546347040306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/12/pensando-en-vos-alta.html' title='Pensando en vos, alta'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SywyaVMBWvI/AAAAAAAABLg/6KLNwO2Gt10/s72-c/mariposa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5274910393185820780</id><published>2009-12-14T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:42:53.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Estigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sychjcs_N9I/AAAAAAAABKc/iuk79OqBfY4/s1600-h/lima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415333969820334034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sychjcs_N9I/AAAAAAAABKc/iuk79OqBfY4/s200/lima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"N&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;adie puede predecir el pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cuando ya quizás no somos los mismos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cuando ya quizás hemos olvidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;el nombre de la calle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dondealguna vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pudimos encontrarnos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gioconda Belli, Abandonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni vos ni yo nos hubiésemos amado tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni vos ni yo hubiésemos sufrido, llorado tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni vos ni yo fuimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni vos ni yo seremos, nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Collar de lunas.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Moneda antigua sobre colchón de perlas y madreperlas.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5274910393185820780?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5274910393185820780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/12/estigma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5274910393185820780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5274910393185820780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/12/estigma.html' title='Estigma'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sychjcs_N9I/AAAAAAAABKc/iuk79OqBfY4/s72-c/lima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7849150096471557928</id><published>2009-11-26T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:43:42.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caracoles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Mercí *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sw9U6lHkUbI/AAAAAAAABH0/F23H4TAPSa8/s1600/caracoles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408635042868253106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sw9U6lHkUbI/AAAAAAAABH0/F23H4TAPSa8/s200/caracoles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Creo que hay momentos para reclamar y momentos para aclarar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;momentos en que una tiene que dejar de lado orgullos idiotas y agradecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Los premios no siempre son antónimo de los castigos y a veces vienen gratis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estas alturas del año convocan e invocan a la reflexión y por eso hoy agradezco este grand prix- traducido en familia y amigos- a la vida que me los ha dado tanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por todo lo expuesto, les dedico estas palabras de mi nuevamente nueva amiga, Elsa López, que pone de manifiesto lo que hoy siento y dice así:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te quiero porque un día me llevaste hasta el río &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;y al vuelo de las aves que anidan en el agua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y me tocaste el hombro para darme el aliento que pierdo en ocasiones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque me miras grave y me guiñas los ojos para poder seguirte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y me alientas, y me acoges, y me retienes por el aire cuando vuelo sin rumbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o he perdido el oriente".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De: "Quince poemas de amor adolescente" Elsa López, 2003.&lt;/p&gt;*Por sobre todo para Alicia y para Luis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de Souvenirs de caracoles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Caracoles de Eti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $40.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-7849150096471557928?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7849150096471557928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/merci.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7849150096471557928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7849150096471557928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/merci.html' title='Mercí *'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sw9U6lHkUbI/AAAAAAAABH0/F23H4TAPSa8/s72-c/caracoles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8756937270799576666</id><published>2009-11-24T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:45:18.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>I love The Smiths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SwyweeKQgaI/AAAAAAAABHg/n1rnjodzbZg/s1600/luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407891290103775650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SwyweeKQgaI/AAAAAAAABHg/n1rnjodzbZg/s320/luz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esas tontas canciones de amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Llévame "ESTA NOCHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DONDE HAYA MÚSICA Y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAYA GENTE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE SEAN JÓVENES Y ESTÉN VIVOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNA VUELTA EN TU COCHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUNCA QUISIERA IR A CASA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SÁCAME ESTA NOCHE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PORQUE QUIERO VER LUCES Y QUIERO VER GENTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;POR FAVOR NO ME DEJES EN CASA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PORQUE NO ES MI CASA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Y SI UN AUTOBÚS DE DOS PISOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SE ESTRELLA CONTRA NOSOTROS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORIR A TU LADO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QÚE FORMA DE MORIR TAN CELESTIAL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Y SI UN CAMIÓN DE DIEZ TONELADAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOS MATA A LOS DOS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EL PLACER Y EL PRIVILEGIO SON SÓLO MÍOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ESTA NOCHE LLÉVAME A DÓNDE SEA, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME DA IGUAL,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO ME IMPORTA".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There Is A Light That Never Goes Out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Smiths &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IltBcAmE9E"&gt;500 días&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de luces que nunca se terminan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botones y sedas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $45.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-8756937270799576666?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8756937270799576666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-light-and-it-never-goes-out.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8756937270799576666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8756937270799576666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-light-and-it-never-goes-out.html' title='I love The Smiths'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SwyweeKQgaI/AAAAAAAABHg/n1rnjodzbZg/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5888438976579290025</id><published>2009-11-24T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:45:58.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Tristeza: ¿nao tem fin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Swyjb4aS8zI/AAAAAAAABHU/_TaLab9jOI8/s1600/elsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407876951959597874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Swyjb4aS8zI/AAAAAAAABHU/_TaLab9jOI8/s320/elsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola medusas y sirenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de mucho madrugar amanecí, y aquí estoy y aquí mi nueva creación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿¿La inspiración??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! como siempre revelándoles mis secretos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez, otra amiga, Elsa, disfrútenla, coméntenla y leanla:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo soy la que comparte contigo el abandono,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la que entretiene sus juegos con los tuyos y deja a cielo abierto el campo de batalla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy la favorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La más agasajada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La que mejor comprende tu soledad de alberca, la que sabe reposarte de cetros y coronas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la que teje sin descanso esa capa de lino que volverá a cubrirte los días de tormenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La que mejor conoce tus noches de penumbra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La que presiente, sin hablar, tu aventura más cierta, la que te ríe los lances y prepara la cena con manjares divinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que calmarán tu pena y el dolor de las otras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquella que aletea muy cerca de tus sienes y al oído te reclama su vuelo más alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas soy la más amada, la más hermosa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la más triste de todas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsa López, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de Reina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar y sedas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio:$45.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5888438976579290025?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5888438976579290025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/tristeza-nao-tem-fin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5888438976579290025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5888438976579290025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/tristeza-nao-tem-fin.html' title='Tristeza: ¿nao tem fin?'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Swyjb4aS8zI/AAAAAAAABHU/_TaLab9jOI8/s72-c/elsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7657672723595769394</id><published>2009-11-10T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:47:49.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>Corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Svo18N9BP5I/AAAAAAAABFk/SV6bFzqrNA8/s1600-h/micuore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402690011638349714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Svo18N9BP5I/AAAAAAAABFk/SV6bFzqrNA8/s200/micuore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El corazón es un músculo minúsculo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si lo ejercitás responde, sino no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El corazón partío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurículas, ventrílocuas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón habla, a veces grita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filtra, bombea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filtra desamores, bombea optimismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón me mantiene viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Broche de azabaches y botones.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: broche antiguo, botón de plástico y botón de metal.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-7657672723595769394?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7657672723595769394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/corazon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7657672723595769394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7657672723595769394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/corazon.html' title='Corazón'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Svo18N9BP5I/AAAAAAAABFk/SV6bFzqrNA8/s72-c/micuore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2603082997966867283</id><published>2009-11-05T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:47:21.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>SOS. Mi amiga se casa. ¿Qué me pongo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SvOC0vE-VgI/AAAAAAAABFY/TKeX9PokU4Q/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400804220649494018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SvOC0vE-VgI/AAAAAAAABFY/TKeX9PokU4Q/s200/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mi mejor amiga se casa. Casa, casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buscó, buscó y encontró el amor de su vida, su máximo tesoro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como madrina y parte de esta boda, comienza ahora mi búsqueda, la del vestido apropiado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En principio y para el civil he decidido despojarme del chaleco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;antibalas&lt;/span&gt;, no es confortable y en verano es muy caluroso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lo dejo a un costado y comienzo las pruebas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salgo a la calle y enfrento las balas, con el pecho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terriblemente malherida, me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enorgullezco&lt;/span&gt; por la elegancia con la que luzco mis heridas de guerra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Definitivamente&lt;/span&gt;, la guardia baja me sienta muy bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para la Iglesia, en cambio, algo mas sobria, escondo los tatuajes y me cubro con plegarias rosas: "San Antonio, San Antonio, que no me llame loca el próximo novio", es el hit de la temporada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Las medias...de Silvana, por supuesto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Collar de flor y cintas negras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Cuentas y cintas negras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $45.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-2603082997966867283?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2603082997966867283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/elaborando-los-duelos.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2603082997966867283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2603082997966867283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/11/elaborando-los-duelos.html' title='SOS. Mi amiga se casa. ¿Qué me pongo?'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SvOC0vE-VgI/AAAAAAAABFY/TKeX9PokU4Q/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-429752824223999340</id><published>2009-10-27T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:51:52.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>A Usted en obediencia*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SueFND6PXzI/AAAAAAAABEo/NZu6t-nEUCM/s1600-h/almu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397429137861205810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SueFND6PXzI/AAAAAAAABEo/NZu6t-nEUCM/s200/almu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Usted no lo sabe y sin embargo sus arrugas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tersándome la mañana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me han obligado a iniciar una huelga de novios desde que lo conozco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy-mientras los dos nos mirábamos de reojo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada uno en un extremo de la barra-,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi guedeja más anarquista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha optado definitivamente por afiliarse a sus ojos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aguaenelagua.iespana.es/poesolos/usted.htm"&gt;Almudena Guzmán&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De casualidad y casi sin querer la descubrí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hago mas que compartirla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Para Viv.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona nada en estrellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar y estrellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $30.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-429752824223999340?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/429752824223999340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/usted-en-obediencia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/429752824223999340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/429752824223999340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/usted-en-obediencia.html' title='A Usted en obediencia*'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SueFND6PXzI/AAAAAAAABEo/NZu6t-nEUCM/s72-c/almu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-3474812796648554091</id><published>2009-10-17T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:53:24.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geometría'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebillas'/><title type='text'>CONSENSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Stp-pRdrPLI/AAAAAAAABDI/cVlX9uOm95g/s1600-h/pedro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393762751257197746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Stp-pRdrPLI/AAAAAAAABDI/cVlX9uOm95g/s320/pedro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¡Qué fáciles que somos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Viernes a la noche, cena de amigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La mas antigua y dorada me mira seria y me dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-No entiendo cómo te gustó tanto la de Almodóvar, nosotras-señalando con la mirada a la Tana-nos dormimos en el cine.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Bueno,-arranco, buscando el timbre más cinéfilo posible-me encantaron las autorreferencias, el homenaje a Almodóvar por Almodóvar. Me conmovieron las imágenes, los colores de los tomates, las manos sobre el ruido blanco de la teve.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Sí, si, todo bien, pero la historia es muy pobre, los dialógos son obvios.-insiste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Pero-usando mi última chance- ¿no me vas a decir que no te gustaron los zapatos rojos en la escena de la escalera?- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...Suspiro generalizado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Hebillas Los extremos se tocan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botones y cuentas de colores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: 20$ c/u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-3474812796648554091?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/3474812796648554091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/consenso.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3474812796648554091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3474812796648554091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/consenso.html' title='CONSENSO'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Stp-pRdrPLI/AAAAAAAABDI/cVlX9uOm95g/s72-c/pedro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8452504025737622771</id><published>2009-10-15T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:49:58.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Sangre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/StfXL3spnFI/AAAAAAAABC8/-cnf8IfJlGc/s1600-h/broda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393015677729217618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/StfXL3spnFI/AAAAAAAABC8/-cnf8IfJlGc/s320/broda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Domingo al mediodía, almuerzo familiar. Postre, 2 kilos de helado de gustos varios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mi hermano menor se ofrece a servirlo aclarando:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Este helado es como la familia, no se elige.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acto seguido mi mente se remonta a las siestas de verano. Yo intentando jugar a la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;casita&lt;/span&gt; o a la maestra y ellos, hermanos-indios-plaga, destruyendo todo el entorno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastimados, sucios, ruidosos y siempre, descalzos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eso me lleva a pensar que la naturaleza es sabia. Porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probablemente&lt;/span&gt; en ese entonces, no los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hubiese&lt;/span&gt; elegido y hoy estaría privada de conocer a dos de las personas que mas quiero, admiro y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;respeto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Collar y coronas al rojo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Cuentas y botones plásticos rojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: 20 c/u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-8452504025737622771?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8452504025737622771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/sangre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8452504025737622771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8452504025737622771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/sangre.html' title='Sangre'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/StfXL3spnFI/AAAAAAAABC8/-cnf8IfJlGc/s72-c/broda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5392506149333945117</id><published>2009-10-14T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:26:31.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INVITADOS TODOS ESTAMOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/sinergyya/72429747"&gt;foto de sinergyya en 30/09/09 - Fotolog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com/"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los espero sentadita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5392506149333945117?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5392506149333945117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/foto-de-sinergyya-en-300909-fotolog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5392506149333945117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5392506149333945117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/foto-de-sinergyya-en-300909-fotolog.html' title='INVITADOS TODOS ESTAMOS'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1632235728993968142</id><published>2009-10-08T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:54:46.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul'/><title type='text'>AZUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Ss6aqzYSs3I/AAAAAAAABA4/d9FXzsDQCP4/s1600-h/azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390415864146342770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Ss6aqzYSs3I/AAAAAAAABA4/d9FXzsDQCP4/s200/azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una mañanita, azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El sol se cayó en mis manos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los rayos se pasearon por los caminos de mis brazos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El beso de oro hizo sangrar mis dedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo el cristal se rompió de llanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y el camino largo, como un siglo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                        Formó otro horizonte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Norah Lange,  de La calle de la tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descripción: Pendiente del sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Cadena de bronce, botón de nácar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: $50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-1632235728993968142?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1632235728993968142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/azul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1632235728993968142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1632235728993968142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/azul.html' title='AZUL'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Ss6aqzYSs3I/AAAAAAAABA4/d9FXzsDQCP4/s72-c/azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8654703666500761196</id><published>2009-10-06T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:52:34.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>2:36</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sxr2Od2g6QI/AAAAAAAABKI/e3zFTo6DL-0/s1600-h/12640_188603107148_185116362148_3185809_536874_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411908630630951170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sxr2Od2g6QI/AAAAAAAABKI/e3zFTo6DL-0/s200/12640_188603107148_185116362148_3185809_536874_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunes por la madrugada, trueno relámpago, despierto: 2.36 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martes, sin trueno y menos relámpagos, despierto: 2.36a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué mierda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2+3+6=11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé, moriré a las 2.36 a.m en New York...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odio las señales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo manera de interpretarlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Broche Marte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botón de nácar y moneda de Dios Marte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $30.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-8654703666500761196?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8654703666500761196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/tengom.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8654703666500761196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8654703666500761196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/tengom.html' title='2:36'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sxr2Od2g6QI/AAAAAAAABKI/e3zFTo6DL-0/s72-c/12640_188603107148_185116362148_3185809_536874_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8032428430164275500</id><published>2009-10-06T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:11:37.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FERIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este feriado están todos invitados a la feria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Las rubias, las princesas, los recuerdos y los relocos,&lt;br /&gt;las mariposas, los erizos, los pajaritos en la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental estará ahí, junto a Sofita, Jardines, Mic y Mara -ahora MIMA- Gemas del Mar y muchas más.&lt;br /&gt;¡Nos vemos!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsveyYR86uI/AAAAAAAABAo/YWHSDDM4fGQ/s1600-h/superferia.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389646336171502306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsveyYR86uI/AAAAAAAABAo/YWHSDDM4fGQ/s320/superferia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-8032428430164275500?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8032428430164275500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/feria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8032428430164275500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8032428430164275500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/feria.html' title='FERIA'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsveyYR86uI/AAAAAAAABAo/YWHSDDM4fGQ/s72-c/superferia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4309222660437840787</id><published>2009-10-04T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:49:08.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Elegida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SslPq4CrVlI/AAAAAAAABAg/o68QmkazlEo/s1600-h/blanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388926027142223442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SslPq4CrVlI/AAAAAAAABAg/o68QmkazlEo/s200/blanca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La más alta y dorada de mis amigas, no sólo ha sido provista de una belleza nórdica increíble, sino que además, y para separar aun más la brecha entre ella y nosotras las normales, sabe como nadie de fútbol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Así, los domingos hay que rescatarla del pijama y de "Fútbol para todos", del Olé, Cancha llena y el Show de goles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayer en un taxi, íbamos conversando sobre la nueva de Almodóvar y las ventajas de la depilación definitiva, cuando la radio gritó un tanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muy preocupada le preguntó al taxista:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-¿Gol de Rosario Central?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En una palabra, es la rubia que prefieren todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos, menos el que ella quiere. ¡Obvio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona Blanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar y opalinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-4309222660437840787?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4309222660437840787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/elegida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4309222660437840787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4309222660437840787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/elegida.html' title='Elegida'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SslPq4CrVlI/AAAAAAAABAg/o68QmkazlEo/s72-c/blanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-779503663683994644</id><published>2009-10-02T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:54:00.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>MARCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsfxORBQv9I/AAAAAAAABAY/norC08MXOnA/s1600-h/marca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388540706561245138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsfxORBQv9I/AAAAAAAABAY/norC08MXOnA/s200/marca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/gastondenza/PrimerRolloEnBlancoYNegro#5387333309731275090"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando comencé a salir de noche, mi madre me regaló su confianza y jamás opinó acerca de los lugares o de los horarios escogidos.&lt;br /&gt;Se limitó a autorizarme y esperar el momento de verme llegar a la puerta para deslizar un:&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Vas a salir así? Mirá que hace frió.- que alcanzaba para alterarme y despertar toda mi diminuta rebeldía adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;A medida que comencé a crecer y ahora a envejecer, y como una especie de profecía autocumplida, transito por la vida sintiéndome de la misma manera…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Desabrigada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de Noche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Botones y plumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio:$40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-779503663683994644?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/779503663683994644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/marca.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/779503663683994644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/779503663683994644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/10/marca.html' title='MARCA'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsfxORBQv9I/AAAAAAAABAY/norC08MXOnA/s72-c/marca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8160119989048191687</id><published>2009-09-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:53:07.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebillas'/><title type='text'>Princesas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsK5hxo4lrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/p95FGvol8cA/s1600-h/princesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387072094200174258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsK5hxo4lrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/p95FGvol8cA/s200/princesa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existen momentos de la vida en que las mujeres nos sentimos parte de la nobleza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Princesas o Reinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poderosas, hermosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Otras veces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt;, que reinó en Inglaterra por nueve días, al cabo de los cuales y luego de una rebelión, fue ejecutada. Sin comerla ni beberla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Es así &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nomás&lt;/span&gt;... d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ifícil &lt;/span&gt;vivir la vida de una princesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Broches de perlas y coronas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: Perlas y botones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $15 c/u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-8160119989048191687?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8160119989048191687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/princesas.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8160119989048191687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8160119989048191687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/princesas.html' title='Princesas'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsK5hxo4lrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/p95FGvol8cA/s72-c/princesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4962371763889286692</id><published>2009-09-27T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:55:14.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caracoles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsBGD3PRG3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/ZSi-6Mx8Gag/s1600-h/corona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386382186516650866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsBGD3PRG3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/ZSi-6Mx8Gag/s200/corona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El mar...&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequeña el mar me atora, me aturde, me ahoga.&lt;br /&gt;Nada me da tanta inmensidad, y por eso decidí deshovar en el mar.&lt;br /&gt;La libertad, la intensidad, el placer.&lt;br /&gt;Mi hijo, dorado arena, marea.&lt;br /&gt;Me agita, y por eso me posee.&lt;br /&gt;Idas y venidas.&lt;br /&gt;El mar me enamora.&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;Descripción: Corona de Mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Agua de Mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: $35.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-4962371763889286692?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4962371763889286692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/mar.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4962371763889286692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4962371763889286692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/mar.html' title='MAR'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SsBGD3PRG3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/ZSi-6Mx8Gag/s72-c/corona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8337528481082266134</id><published>2009-09-22T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:56:53.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariposas'/><title type='text'>Efecto mariposa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SrlqgGI62VI/AAAAAAAAA9k/UUx3W-iHz9Q/s1600-h/mariposa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384451929134520658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SrlqgGI62VI/AAAAAAAAA9k/UUx3W-iHz9Q/s200/mariposa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Las mariposas nacen como orugas hasta que en determinado momento de su desarrollo, se esconden en un lugar seguro y se transforman en crisálidas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La crisálida no se alimenta y sufre grandes cambios metabólicos y morfológicos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Metamorfosis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando sale, rompiendo el esqueleto externo de la crisálida, ya es una hermosa mariposa adulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Mariposa de botones&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar, cordones y cadenas&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $60 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-8337528481082266134?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8337528481082266134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/efecto-mariposa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8337528481082266134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8337528481082266134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/efecto-mariposa.html' title='Efecto mariposa'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SrlqgGI62VI/AAAAAAAAA9k/UUx3W-iHz9Q/s72-c/mariposa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2945639670166564795</id><published>2009-09-21T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:57:45.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Los leones están acá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Srglyli3ZuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/aNbjTpBxsbQ/s1600-h/leones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384094905523463906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Srglyli3ZuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/aNbjTpBxsbQ/s200/leones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha pasado el ángel de la bloguarda y voilá: volvieron las fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este broche se los debía. Gracias por usar la imaginación y en este caso, y sólo en este, espero que la realidad la haya superado ampliamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Descripción, Materiales y Precio: Ver AL PODER (post del 15/09/09)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-2945639670166564795?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2945639670166564795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-leones-estan-aca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2945639670166564795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2945639670166564795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-leones-estan-aca.html' title='Los leones están acá'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Srglyli3ZuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/aNbjTpBxsbQ/s72-c/leones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-828828640306402456</id><published>2009-09-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:58:18.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Próxima estación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SrXM9JcQxgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Hh1XZSAFvtQ/s1600-h/erizo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383434280469841410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SrXM9JcQxgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Hh1XZSAFvtQ/s200/erizo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabido por todos, el frío contrae. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas que en oso polar, mi anatomía se vuelve ajena y me transformo en erizo. Hiberno* llena de púas, inaccesible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por suerte, la primavera se acerca y de mis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terminaciones&lt;/span&gt; nerviosas brotes tiernos brotan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Muchas especies sobrevivimos al invierno entrando en un sueño profundo, logrando que la actividad corporal sea más lenta y que la temperatura descienda para ahorrar energía. Nuestro corazón late más lentamente y la respiración se vuelve pausada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gracias Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descripción: Corona de flor de loto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Materiales: botones, flores y germinaciones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precio: $35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-828828640306402456?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/828828640306402456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/proxima-estacion.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/828828640306402456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/828828640306402456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/proxima-estacion.html' title='Próxima estación'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SrXM9JcQxgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Hh1XZSAFvtQ/s72-c/erizo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5069210294314685120</id><published>2009-09-17T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:49:46.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCULENTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SrMYH8uIY6I/AAAAAAAAA70/FN8Zwst18hQ/s1600-h/RalphLaurenShabbyChicRoseToile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382672504475640738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SrMYH8uIY6I/AAAAAAAAA70/FN8Zwst18hQ/s200/RalphLaurenShabbyChicRoseToile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaya, vaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intento inspirar a través de imágenes y a veces me olvido de los otros sentidos, perdón. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Empecemos entonces por el olfato:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..."Dorian Gray empezó a estudiar los perfumes y como confeccionarlos destilando él mismo esencias poderosamente perfumadas o quemando olorosas gomas traídas de Oriente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comprendió que no había ninguna disposición de éspiritu que no encontrara su contrapartida en la vida sensorial y trató de descubrir sus verdaderas relaciones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Así fue como el incienso le pareció el olor de los místicos y el ámbar gris el de los apasionados...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Particularmente, el olor a pasto quemado me evoca a amores de verano y por ende frustrados. Y ¿a vos? Contame, dale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-5069210294314685120?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5069210294314685120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/suculenta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5069210294314685120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5069210294314685120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/suculenta.html' title='SUCULENTA'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SrMYH8uIY6I/AAAAAAAAA70/FN8Zwst18hQ/s72-c/RalphLaurenShabbyChicRoseToile1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1545544470806306343</id><published>2009-09-15T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:57:45.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Al poder</title><content type='html'>Al parecer tengo ocupada toda la capacidad blogósfera para agregar imágenes, así que me veo obligada a contar con vuestra imaginación, amigas, por lo menos hasta resolver el tema del espacio.&lt;br /&gt;Supongamos que aquí va la foto del broche en cuestión, botones de nácar y dorados, todos de mi abuela que gracias a Dios o a la medicina actual convalece ya en su casa.&lt;br /&gt;Y les dejo el texto inspirador para que&lt;br /&gt;no estén tan perdidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los leones rondaban la casa*.&lt;br /&gt;Los leones siempre rondaron.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre se dijo que los leones rondaron siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Parecían salir de los paraísos y el rosal.Los leones eran sucios y dorados.&lt;br /&gt;Ellos eran muy bellos. Los ojos como perlas. Y un broche brillante en el pecho entre aquel pelo áureo.&lt;br /&gt;Los leones entraron a la casa.&lt;br /&gt;Corrimos a esconder los floreros de sal, de azúcar, el cometa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halley&lt;/span&gt;, las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;queridísimas&lt;/span&gt; sábanas nevadas, la colección de estampillas. Y a traer los sudarios.&lt;br /&gt;Los leones eran al mismo tiempo, presentes e invisibles, al mismo tiempo, visibles e invisibles.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;De Marosa "Mesa de esmeralda" 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Broche de corazones y leones&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones antiguos de nácar y bronce&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $45&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-1545544470806306343?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1545544470806306343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/al-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1545544470806306343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1545544470806306343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/al-poder.html' title='Al poder'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2282377357276404788</id><published>2009-09-12T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:57:45.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqxAoQjBFII/AAAAAAAAA5o/EVNJfppfuAY/s1600-h/ofelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380746715181683842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqxAoQjBFII/AAAAAAAAA5o/EVNJfppfuAY/s200/ofelia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi abuela es tan abuela que hoy se cayó en el patio y se rompió la cadera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y yo me pregunto, cuándo será el día en que las mujeres lleguemos a viejas y lo que se nos rompa sea la cabeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descripción: Corona de botones de mi abuela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Botones de mi abuela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: $40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-2282377357276404788?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2282377357276404788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/presente.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2282377357276404788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2282377357276404788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/presente.html' title='Presente'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqxAoQjBFII/AAAAAAAAA5o/EVNJfppfuAY/s72-c/ofelia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2137446037130122221</id><published>2009-09-08T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:59:17.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Secretos de alcoba</title><content type='html'>Conversando sobre música con mi amiga música, le pregunté si había escuchado la nueva banda. Mirándome de costado y medio intrigante contestó:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-¡Anoche soñé con el cantante!...Pero...mmm, no...No te lo puedo contar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-¿Por qué?¿Fue un sueño erótico?- le dije, con ese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tonito&lt;/span&gt; sarcástico que me sale cuando no consigo lo que quiero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-No- y pensativa agregó-fue mas bien romántico-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descripción: Collar de lunas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Materiales: Moneda antigua sobre colchón de perlas y madreperlas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precio: $50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-2137446037130122221?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2137446037130122221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/secretos-de-alcoba.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2137446037130122221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2137446037130122221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/secretos-de-alcoba.html' title='Secretos de alcoba'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-8851595282091580379</id><published>2009-09-04T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:57:45.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Conchita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SquknkoFccI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/8CCzK-RGUBM/s1600-h/reina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380575179577848258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SquknkoFccI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/8CCzK-RGUBM/s200/reina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siguiendo con las confesiones, y ...¿vamos diez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Confieso que de pequeña, niña, era más gordita que el resto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso supongo, me esforzaba y lograba ser, entre todas, la más simpática y querible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias a estas cualidades, en cada maldito concurso, ya sea escolar, o colonial de verano, el jurado se veía obligado a otorgarme algún título del estilo "Miss Simpatía" o "Amiga del año".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con el correr de los años, odié todo tipo de premio consuelo y es así como conseguí, hoy con todas las de la ley, ser nombrada:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Miss Odiosa. Miss inconformista. Miss histérica".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Única en el podio, la mejor: disconforme, incómoda, inconsolable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descripción: Corona de conchas y caracolas marinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Caracoles, botones y nácar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: $60.&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/8848993207510078700-8851595282091580379?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/8851595282091580379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/conchita.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8851595282091580379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/8851595282091580379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/conchita.html' title='Conchita'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SquknkoFccI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/8CCzK-RGUBM/s72-c/reina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4489525577559369530</id><published>2009-09-04T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:59:17.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Amor a la mejicana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqulMfMPbDI/AAAAAAAAA5g/d2oLdSKHbFc/s1600-h/frida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380575813774044210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqulMfMPbDI/AAAAAAAAA5g/d2oLdSKHbFc/s200/frida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A propósito de una charla sobre Frida y sus bigotes, mi amiga dorada Laura me contó que Khalo los usaba de ese modo porque a su marido Diego le fascinaban. Y que Frida, por su parte, moría por él debido a sus redondeces de gordito que lo proveían de algo parecido a tetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Siguiendo con mi método "poco científico", una prueba más de que a cada chancho le corresponde un San Martín.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descripción: Colgante Frida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Materiales: Perlas, ónix y cordón de seda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precio: $50.&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/8848993207510078700-4489525577559369530?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4489525577559369530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/amor-la-mejicana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4489525577559369530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4489525577559369530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/amor-la-mejicana.html' title='Amor a la mejicana'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqulMfMPbDI/AAAAAAAAA5g/d2oLdSKHbFc/s72-c/frida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2206921862110194217</id><published>2009-09-03T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:00:11.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caracoles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronas'/><title type='text'>Iemanja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqApcdp-U6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/7yAOTLRa6Fo/s1600-h/iemanja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377343524054127522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqApcdp-U6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/7yAOTLRa6Fo/s320/iemanja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando tenía 14 años, la profesora de literatura, cansada de escuchar mis risas y gritos desde el fondo, me dijo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-A Ud. le parece, alumna Mendizabel Uriburu -nunca le acertó al apellido- una Srita. tan fina y educada, venir a juntarse con esos inadaptados!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No solo me parecía entonces sino que aún hoy, es entre los inadaptados, los indecisos, los infelices, los incapaces, los incorrectos, los incompletos, donde me reconozco y me acepto, ...imperfecta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Corona de caracoles marinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Materiales: caracoles, nácar, botones antiguos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Precio: $50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-2206921862110194217?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2206921862110194217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/iemanja.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2206921862110194217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2206921862110194217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/09/iemanja.html' title='Iemanja'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqApcdp-U6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/7yAOTLRa6Fo/s72-c/iemanja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-6294486281412733386</id><published>2009-08-31T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:59:17.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpvkKA0nzoI/AAAAAAAAAyU/glaalGV51Tw/s1600-h/oficina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376141440867356290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpvkKA0nzoI/AAAAAAAAAyU/glaalGV51Tw/s200/oficina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;La oficina donde trabajo cumple, gracias al esfuerzo mancomunado de todos los compañeros, con las indicaciones y tips del &lt;em&gt;feng-shui&lt;/em&gt; estatal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Así, la cafetera se encuentra rodeada de tazas sucias para mantener la armonía. Los sillones de la sala de reuniones están cubiertos de carpetas para que la energía no se vaya y la cartelera llena de avisos interesantes, para contactarnos con nuestras emociones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta última, no solo nos provee de un espacio de comunicación, sino que invita al debate de cuestiones de índole variada y actual, que se desarrollan durante la hora del almuerzo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoy tenemos colgadas: una estampita de San Barreda con las plegarias del estilo: san barreda san barreda...hacé que esta gorda se muera; las diferencias entre la gripe común y la gripe porcina y un artículo de La Nación referido a la sexualidad femenina después de los cuarenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descripción: Collar de grises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Materiales: Botón y collar de nácar, botón de ónix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precio: $70&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-6294486281412733386?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/6294486281412733386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-oficina-donde-trabajo-cumple-gracias.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6294486281412733386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6294486281412733386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-oficina-donde-trabajo-cumple-gracias.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpvkKA0nzoI/AAAAAAAAAyU/glaalGV51Tw/s72-c/oficina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-6367086849861905176</id><published>2009-08-28T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:59:17.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Tulipa*</title><content type='html'>Depois de ter você,pra quê querer saber que horas são?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é noite ou faz calor,se estamos no verão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se o sol virá ou não,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou pra quê é que serve uma canção como essa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Spq9mE6p21I/AAAAAAAAAyE/MlYd2iVZigo/s1600-h/tuli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375817567072541522" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Spq9mE6p21I/AAAAAAAAAyE/MlYd2iVZigo/s200/tuli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Spq_FjXNquI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qCG2yroCGk0/s1600-h/florian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375819207332965090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Spq_FjXNquI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qCG2yroCGk0/s200/florian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter você, poetas para quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os deuses, as dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra quê amendoeiras pelas ruas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê servem as ruas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Composição: Adriana Calcanhoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A veces creo que las plantas, como mi tulipán, coinciden, de tanto escucharla, con mi amiga adriana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*El bulbo de tulipán no sobrevive al ciclo anual. Brota pocas semanas después de plantado y vegeta hasta septiembre-octubre, época en que florece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Collar de Flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Botones antiguos, cuentas y collar de nácar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: $60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-6367086849861905176?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/6367086849861905176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/tulipa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6367086849861905176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6367086849861905176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/tulipa.html' title='Tulipa*'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Spq9mE6p21I/AAAAAAAAAyE/MlYd2iVZigo/s72-c/tuli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-6452607650590602722</id><published>2009-08-27T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:59:17.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Julio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqRQAIY7-DI/AAAAAAAAAy0/q8ec-k1MZUk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378511818169514034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqRQAIY7-DI/AAAAAAAAAy0/q8ec-k1MZUk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existen pocas cosas en la vida que me ponen de mal humor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sin embargo, las que lo consiguen tienen tanta envergadura que duran meses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El frío es una de ellas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Odio el frío y todo lo que viene anexado a ese monstruo: el invierno, las montañas, la nieve, la lana y los mocos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada puede conciliarme con el Sr. Frío, ni los leños ardiendo, ni el chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Es por eso que no entiendo como alguien puede llamar Julio a su hijo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y ese Julio pasar a ser después una de las personas que mas me conmueva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Después de darle vueltas un rato al asunto, digamos quince minutos, he decidido, si estamos todos de acuerdo, rebautizarlo, Septiembre u Octubre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Así les dejo pues, una del Sr. Septiembre/Octubre Cortázar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si alguien encuentra otra mejor, se la "Encargo":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No me des tregua, no me perdones nunca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hostígame en la sangre, que cada cosa cruel sea tú que vuelves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡No me dejes dormir, no me des paz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entonces ganaré mi reino, naceré lentamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No me pierdas como una música fácil, no seas caricia niguante; tállame como un sílex, desespérame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guarda tu amor humano, tu sonrisa, tu pelo. Dálos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ven a mí con tu cólera seca de fósforo y escamas. Grita. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vomítame arena en la boca, rómpeme las fauces. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No me importa ignorarte en pleno día, saber que juegas cara al sol y al hombre. Compártelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo te pido la cruel ceremonia del tajo, lo que nadie te pide: las espinas hasta el hueso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arráncame esta cara infame, oblígame a gritar al fin mi verdadero nombre".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;París, 1951&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descripción: Collar de primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar y cinta de seda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precio: $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y para ellas, amigas, que encuentran un poco "duro" y/o exagerado el poema posteado, otro mas soft, para suspirar y dejar caer prendas íntimas, lágrimas o cualquier otro elemento que contradiga la gravedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lo que me gusta de tu cuerpo es el sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me gusta de tu sexo es la boca.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me gusta de tu boca es la lengua.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me gusta de tu lengua es la palabra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay derecho, ¿qué tenìa ella, que tenía que no tengo yo? !!!&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/8848993207510078700-6452607650590602722?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/6452607650590602722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/julio.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6452607650590602722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6452607650590602722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/julio.html' title='Julio'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SqRQAIY7-DI/AAAAAAAAAy0/q8ec-k1MZUk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7781432531788291230</id><published>2009-08-25T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:01:01.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>Ave de una sola pluma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpSRkHZ1_wI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZljzAqp0EII/s1600-h/pajaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374080305008606978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpSRkHZ1_wI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZljzAqp0EII/s320/pajaro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El color del plumaje de las aves representa atracción sexual, siendo el macho quien ostenta la mayor belleza ya que es él quien tendrá que ganarse a la hembra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La hembra humana no opina lo mismo, y así le va. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como decía una amiga:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yo no sé de pájaros,&lt;br /&gt;no conozco la historia del fuego.&lt;br /&gt;Pero creo que mi soledad debería tener alas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                        A.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descripción: Broches de plumas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Botones de nàcar, plumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: Broche Alejandra (rojo $30) Pájaro ($45)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-7781432531788291230?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/7781432531788291230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/ave-de-una-sola-pluma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7781432531788291230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/7781432531788291230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/ave-de-una-sola-pluma.html' title='Ave de una sola pluma'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpSRkHZ1_wI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZljzAqp0EII/s72-c/pajaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-4117803712380454833</id><published>2009-08-24T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:59:17.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>Sin palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpKIj-cGxqI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LVMB78Y0LH0/s1600-h/retrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373507457044104866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpKIj-cGxqI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LVMB78Y0LH0/s200/retrato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Generalmente los encuentros con mis amigas responden a la misma consigna: juntarnos a charlar.&lt;br /&gt;Así, dependiendo de la hora del día o la altura del mes, podemos variar de escenario y dedicarnos a lo nuestro en un restaurant, en un café o en el living de nustras casas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fin de semana y para romper la rutina fuimos al cine. ¿Cuál fue la última que vimos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comenzada la peli decidimos cerrar la boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando terminó, seguimos ahí sentadas, calladas, hasta que el señor de al lado consiguió romper el trance con un "perrrmiso".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces nos paramos, salimos, nos subimos al taxi, le dimos nuestras direcciones al chofer y continuamos todo el camino en silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente fue una buena película.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Collar de botones.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: cadena de metal, botones de nácar y plástico, hebilla de strass.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $45.&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/8848993207510078700-4117803712380454833?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4117803712380454833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/sin-palabras.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4117803712380454833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4117803712380454833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/sin-palabras.html' title='Sin palabras'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpKIj-cGxqI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LVMB78Y0LH0/s72-c/retrato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-5997267786073642199</id><published>2009-08-21T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:01:01.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>H2O (*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpHtdp8xKZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Ksn_b1IHIQM/s1600-h/h2o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373336924162435474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 199px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpHtdp8xKZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Ksn_b1IHIQM/s200/h2o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpAGJGqgW-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/fRNiHDK9wfI/s1600-h/marte+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dicen que de vez en cuando la vida te besa en la boca, y que a veces te sonríe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;también dicen que hay vida en marte, vida minúscula, y que solo se vive una vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero la vida, la vida, la vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo es posible reinventada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaya este broche para mi amiga Cecilia Meireles, recibida y dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;La vida, como un comentario de otra cosa que no alcanzamos pero que está ahí, al alcance del salto que no damos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descripción: Broche Vida en marte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar, esmeraldas y criptonitas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: $30.&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/8848993207510078700-5997267786073642199?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/5997267786073642199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/h2o.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5997267786073642199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/5997267786073642199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/h2o.html' title='H2O (*)'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SpHtdp8xKZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Ksn_b1IHIQM/s72-c/h2o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-44190727540114088</id><published>2009-08-17T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:01:01.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>Obra Milagros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SonyRP0aPnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/YZnyYwl_eoo/s1600-h/malen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371090408734080626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SonyRP0aPnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/YZnyYwl_eoo/s200/malen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mi amiga Mila es una de esas mujeres, bien mujer, demasiado mujer. Retorcida, complicada, encantadora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por lo tanto, sus relaciones habían sido desde siempre acordes a estas características: difíciles, atormentadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila, llamaba desde el teléfono del cuarto y susurrando te decía:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Estoy con Fulanito, vino a cenar. ¡No lo puedo creer, el muy conchudo trajo una peli!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;¿No te das cuenta? Seguro que estuvo anoche con otra, por eso trajo una peli para no co... conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así, todos sus razonamientos, lógicos e irrebatibles por supuesto, terminaban concluyendo en la infidelidad de su pareja de turno y desencadenando una serie de actos de espionaje y persecuciones nocturnas que ni la agencia de inteligencia mas entrenada osaría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta tarde estuve con Mila. Está descontraída, relajada y bien con la vida. Nada de celos, ni arrebatos ni preguntas retóricas acerca del posible paradero de su novio.&lt;br /&gt;Hace cuarenta y cinco días nació Malena, su hijita. Hermosa, sabia, con 53 cm y cuatro kilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Descripción: Broche Malen, vidrio, nácar y tela.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Placa de vidrio, botones de nácar, perlitas y botones de tela.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $40.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-44190727540114088?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/44190727540114088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/obra-milagros.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/44190727540114088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/44190727540114088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/obra-milagros.html' title='Obra Milagros'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SonyRP0aPnI/AAAAAAAAAvE/YZnyYwl_eoo/s72-c/malen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-9005051110164178892</id><published>2009-08-14T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:01:01.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>Casualidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SoYIA_8Om0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/0NaHD0ZiG7o/s1600-h/dios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369988418942966594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SoYIA_8Om0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/0NaHD0ZiG7o/s320/dios.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguiendo con la lista de confesiones, confieso que las matemáticas nunca han sido mi fuerte y mucho menos las probabilidades. De todas maneras, hago el esfuerzo y llego a comprender, con paciencia extra del profesor de turno -generalmente mi viejo-, la ley de los grandes números.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embrago, diariamente, cuando llego a la mano de enfrente de la parada y veo como abre el semáforo y pasan ante mí dos colectivos vacíos, no puedo evitar pensar: esto es obra de Dios….o del diablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Broche de metal y acrílico.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Cadenas de metal, cuentas de metal y botón acrílico.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-9005051110164178892?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/9005051110164178892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/casualidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/9005051110164178892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/9005051110164178892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/casualidad.html' title='Casualidad'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SoYIA_8Om0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/0NaHD0ZiG7o/s72-c/dios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2869810705477569866</id><published>2009-08-11T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:59:17.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collares'/><title type='text'>La Ley de Atracción</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SoH9deO9KfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/6DtW1OMVw6g/s1600-h/DSCN1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368850913576167922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SoH9deO9KfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/6DtW1OMVw6g/s200/DSCN1359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayer, caminando con una amiga hacia la parada me dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Anoche ví una peli que me encantó, se llama El Secreto, tenés que verla. ¡Muy buena! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi jefe, muy concentrado en la tranformación de un Memo en mil tiritas y parado frente al triturador, comenta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Ya sé cuál es la peor película del mundo.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-¿Titanic?- pregunto casi afirmando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-No, El Secreto.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descripción: Broche de corazón sobre bandeja de botones y collar de cuentas de nácar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Materiales: Botones, cuentas de nácar, corazón de metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Precio: $45.&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/8848993207510078700-2869810705477569866?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2869810705477569866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-ley-de-atraccion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2869810705477569866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2869810705477569866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-ley-de-atraccion.html' title='La Ley de Atracción'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SoH9deO9KfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/6DtW1OMVw6g/s72-c/DSCN1359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-2587349723355182602</id><published>2009-08-09T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:01:01.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>Crónicas freudianas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367993868350937282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sn7x-3-IWMI/AAAAAAAAAt0/NL-BJB-ZeFo/s200/primavera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sn7x_KLUavI/AAAAAAAAAt8/sn5KWGDGxqc/s1600-h/prima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367993873238092530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sn7x_KLUavI/AAAAAAAAAt8/sn5KWGDGxqc/s200/prima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una tarde de miércoles llegué a mi sesión semanal sintiendo una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;angustia&lt;/span&gt; terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Culpa por todo. Por lo que pensaba, por lo que hacía, por lo que comía, por lo que sentía, por lo que había dicho, por lo que no, por las dudas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recostada en el diván le pregunté a Laura, de una forma bastante novelera, confieso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decime&lt;/span&gt;: ¿qué clase de alma tengo?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pregunta que, también confieso, le había robado a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Erdosain&lt;/span&gt;, protagonista de la novela de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arlt&lt;/span&gt; que estaba leyendo en ese momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laura, con su calma infinita, me miró y me dijo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Humana. Usted tiene un alma humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los dos minutos ya estaba caminando por la calle, leve, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; y disfrutando el sol en la cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;prendedores&lt;/span&gt; son un homenaje a Laura, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt;. en Cosas Sencillas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descripción: Broches de nácar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar, tela y plástico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: Prima (Botón cuadrado) $40 y Vera (Flor de nácar) $45.&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/8848993207510078700-2587349723355182602?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/2587349723355182602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/cronicas-freudianas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2587349723355182602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/2587349723355182602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/cronicas-freudianas.html' title='Crónicas freudianas'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sn7x-3-IWMI/AAAAAAAAAt0/NL-BJB-ZeFo/s72-c/primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-575580476502365817</id><published>2009-08-08T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:01:01.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>Gustos palaciegos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sn4hZRpvG0I/AAAAAAAAAtE/LU1_dL73ns8/s1600-h/antonieta+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367764523991112514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sn4hZRpvG0I/AAAAAAAAAtE/LU1_dL73ns8/s320/antonieta+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Después del asunto del collar y los diamantes Tavernier , está comprobado que cuanta joya ande dando vueltas por la Corte acaba en lío, revolución o guillotina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para sentirse una reina o la última "puta del rey-tirano", sin necesidad de perder la cabeza, aquí va este broche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descripción: Broche de botones y cintas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Botones antiguos, cinta de seda y azabaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: $40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-575580476502365817?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/575580476502365817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/gustos-palaciegos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/575580476502365817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/575580476502365817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/gustos-palaciegos.html' title='Gustos palaciegos'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sn4hZRpvG0I/AAAAAAAAAtE/LU1_dL73ns8/s72-c/antonieta+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-7564976461626974657</id><published>2009-08-06T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:01:01.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>La cordillera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Según cuenta la leyenda y Wikipedia, la palabra Cuzco significa "ombligo del mundo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este broche, en homenaje a esa ciudad, ha sido concebido y realizado para ser usado aquellos días en que uno se siente menos que nada, el último orejón del tarro o cuando la estima propia o ajena nos abandona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Snx5CcvNHWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/uyTdQNrgBl0/s1600-h/DSCN1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367297938899672418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Snx5CcvNHWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/uyTdQNrgBl0/s320/DSCN1303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descripción: Broche de alpaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Materiales: antiguo broche de alpaca, botónes de metal y plástico antiguos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precio: $45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;!Advertencia! 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(Un poco de amor francés)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cA42x-RUI/AAAAAAAABPg/dP-wEJ-NGLM/s1600-h/micuore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428808852596213058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cA42x-RUI/AAAAAAAABPg/dP-wEJ-NGLM/s200/micuore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay amores de verano, destemplados, desentendidos, desencontrados, decepcionados. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay amores vagabundos, incomunicados, incomprendidos, inalcanzables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay amores simbióticos y otros simbólicos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El corazón es el símbolo del amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay corazones grandes en casas pequeñas, y lo mismo al revés y todo lo contrario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay corazones rotos, corazón de melón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Yo hoy vengo a ofrecer mi corazón?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasen y vean:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Descripción: Broche de azabaches y botones.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: broche antiguo, botón de plástico y botón de metal.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: $30&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&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&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&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/8848993207510078700-4923255923393652793?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/4923255923393652793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/ay-amor-un-poco-de-amor-frances.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4923255923393652793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/4923255923393652793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/ay-amor-un-poco-de-amor-frances.html' title='¡Ay amor! (Un poco de amor francés)'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cA42x-RUI/AAAAAAAABPg/dP-wEJ-NGLM/s72-c/micuore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-6166490734484170805</id><published>2009-08-04T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:20:11.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broches'/><title type='text'>Pasión Habanos Club Privado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cC6WHEeNI/AAAAAAAABP0/leoN7Ol0h14/s1600-h/tabac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428811077209323730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cC6WHEeNI/AAAAAAAABP0/leoN7Ol0h14/s200/tabac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cCpEfjI9I/AAAAAAAABPs/Y1hYs81w3hs/s1600-h/5911_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428810780422382546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cCpEfjI9I/AAAAAAAABPs/Y1hYs81w3hs/s200/5911_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SnhJVLbMtnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/O6cuncG5alY/s1600-h/5911_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"... su rostro terso y dispuesto, me pareció matinal. Era Guevara".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jean Paul Sartre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Broches de madera y nácar.&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones de nácar, madera y bronce, perla y canutillos.&lt;br /&gt;Precio: Matinal $30, Tríptico $35&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/8848993207510078700-6166490734484170805?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/6166490734484170805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasion-habanos-club-privado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6166490734484170805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/6166490734484170805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/pasion-habanos-club-privado.html' title='Pasión Habanos Club Privado'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/S1cC6WHEeNI/AAAAAAAABP0/leoN7Ol0h14/s72-c/tabac2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-1666503212156541052</id><published>2009-08-03T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:35:10.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SncueUBLq9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XqjuU5lyGvs/s1600-h/DSCN1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365808579339856850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SncueUBLq9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XqjuU5lyGvs/s200/DSCN1272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SncueNpRWXI/AAAAAAAAApw/MIh1LtOh66I/s1600-h/DSCN1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365808577628952946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SncueNpRWXI/AAAAAAAAApw/MIh1LtOh66I/s200/DSCN1273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Entonces por un momento los dos se apagaron en la dulce oscuridad tan profunda que ellos eran más oscuros que la oscuridad, por unos instantes ambos eran más oscuros que los negros árboles, y después tan oscuro que, cuando ella intentó levantar hacia él los ojos, sólo pudo ver las ondas salvajes del Universo por sobre sus hombros y entonces ella dijo: `Sí, creo que yo también te amo´."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SncudlZRt9I/AAAAAAAAApo/NZ3TOoGwwfA/s1600-h/DSCN1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365808566824450002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SncudlZRt9I/AAAAAAAAApo/NZ3TOoGwwfA/s200/DSCN1274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quién escribió esto?, Revelación de un mundo, Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descripción: Broche de nácar y strass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Materiales: Botón de nácar, anillo de vidrio y broche de strass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precio: $65.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8848993207510078700-1666503212156541052?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/1666503212156541052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1666503212156541052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/1666503212156541052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-bang.html' title='Big Bang'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/SncueUBLq9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/XqjuU5lyGvs/s72-c/DSCN1272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8848993207510078700.post-3542615347161231309</id><published>2009-08-03T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:32:54.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Snce4jgCoZI/AAAAAAAAApg/UI312TxXuHU/s1600-h/DSCN1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365791437986374034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Snce4jgCoZI/AAAAAAAAApg/UI312TxXuHU/s320/DSCN1255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing positive can come out of this&lt;br /&gt;Said Madame Butterfly with her last kiss;&lt;br /&gt;And what you never had, you won't really miss&lt;br /&gt;And nothing really matters, no not even this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kevin Ayers, Madame Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descripción: Broches de strass, canutillos y lentejuelas&lt;br /&gt;Materiales: Botones de madera, botones entelados, aros antiguos, canutillos y lentejuelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkerton ($60) y Mme. Buttrefly ($30)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8848993207510078700-3542615347161231309?l=sentitemental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/feeds/3542615347161231309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-positive-can-come-out-of-this.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3542615347161231309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8848993207510078700/posts/default/3542615347161231309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentitemental.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing-positive-can-come-out-of-this.html' title='Madame Butterfly'/><author><name>Sentimental</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671174972646755034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Sng3IOk3sbI/AAAAAAAAArE/BDfFDaTFBSU/S220/fondo3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR-cN5WWBZM/Snce4jgCoZI/AAAAAAAAApg/UI312TxXuHU/s72-c/DSCN1255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
