<?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-26034940</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:31:50.848-03:00</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='de película'/><category term='canciones'/><category term='personajes'/><category term='ilustraciones'/><category term='poleras'/><title type='text'>cita conmigo</title><subtitle type='html'>Si alguna vez has leído o escuchado algo que te ha impresionado tanto como para anotarlo, comentalo. 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De hecho suelen no serlo para el común de los espectadores.  &lt;br /&gt;Esta es una buena manera para adiestrar e ojo en esto de "saque sus propias conclusiones".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/SOA_N7vZK6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9oyI-nTCFVc/s1600-h/APCWwsQSrakndne11rsR2t4s_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/SOA_N7vZK6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9oyI-nTCFVc/s400/APCWwsQSrakndne11rsR2t4s_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251266674121321378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces las estadísticas no son concluyentes. De hecho suelen no serlo para el común de los espectadores.  &lt;br /&gt;Esta es una buena manera para adiestrar e ojo en esto de "saque sus propias conclusiones".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-6727208934598463079?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6727208934598463079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=6727208934598463079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/6727208934598463079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/6727208934598463079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimental Jet Set son unos diseñadores holandeses que inventaron la polerita con los nombre  de los bitels en base a la tipografía helvética -mi favorita-.&lt;br /&gt;Millones de variaciones (de hecho publicaré unas de mi autoría), se han hecho. Es tan sencillo como una linda tipografía y nombres bien puestos. Si quiere mirar la cosas que hacen, oprima &lt;a href="http://www.experimentaljetset.nl/"&gt;aquí.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/R2bPkdQL5EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_Yh5ZiEeqOw/s1600-h/cartell_helvetica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/R2bPkdQL5EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_Yh5ZiEeqOw/s400/cartell_helvetica.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145027849552127042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-1400240378579456150?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.experimentaljetset.nl/' title='Viva Helvetica'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1400240378579456150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=1400240378579456150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/1400240378579456150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/1400240378579456150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/12/viva-helvetica.html' title='Viva Helvetica'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/R2bRo9QL5FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/z0uz1aXk7lg/s72-c/helvetica-L.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-4920930637240195045</id><published>2007-09-23T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:51.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Televito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RvcjZJOAXyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7a8XteYcUgo/s1600-h/lb_abroad_andylou2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RvcjZJOAXyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7a8XteYcUgo/s400/lb_abroad_andylou2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113594816780853026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando chico me decían varias cosas: Que no podía bañarmeantes de dos horas de almorzar, que las piscinas tenían un líquido anti-pipí, y que si uno veía mucha televisión los ojos se ponían cuadrados y uno se transformaba en televidiota. Hoy por hoy, del único mito que tengo dudas es del tiempo despues de comer para bañarse. De todas formas, leí en un &lt;a href="http://hernanrodriguez.cl"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; que exitía una página en la que estaban todas las series que uno se imaginaba, onlain y gratis. Algo asi como un yutuv de series, lo que me pareció del todo macanudo. Desgraciadamente no todos los servidores funcionan y ciertos programas no están, como la sexta temporada de 24, que es lo que estaba buscando. Lo curioso es que una amig me había mencionado el sitio hace un par de meses y la había pescado re poco. cuando le comenté de mi hallazgo me sentí como mi abuelo que en una ocasión, viajó y trajo de regalo una maleta de un maravilloso invento: unas calugas que se ponían en ollas con agua, y al calentarse hacían una sopa, a lo que mi abuela en su momento le dijo: Pero Juan, si eso son caldos Witt. Te invito a verlos en la despensa. De todas maneras, recomiendo un programa que vi el otro dia en I-Sat, que se llama &lt;a href="http://www.tv-links.co.uk/listings/1/52"&gt;Little Britain.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RvciQJOAXxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zH0FyBZK4HI/s1600-h/Imagen+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RvciQJOAXxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zH0FyBZK4HI/s400/Imagen+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113593562650402578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-4920930637240195045?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tv-links.co.uk/' title='Televito'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4920930637240195045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=4920930637240195045&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/4920930637240195045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/4920930637240195045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/09/televito.html' title='Televito'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RvcjZJOAXyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7a8XteYcUgo/s72-c/lb_abroad_andylou2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-33951932618939439</id><published>2007-09-11T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:51.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Del terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RuYV2CVe0oI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PqcUKiCOCWo/s1600-h/oslo_passout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RuYV2CVe0oI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PqcUKiCOCWo/s400/oslo_passout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108794845382496898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niña polaca nace con una tasa de 1,9 gramos de alcohol en la sangre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecha edición: 10/09/2007 13:08&lt;br /&gt;Una niña nació hoy en Polonia con una tasa de alcohol de 1,9 gramos por litro de sangre, después de que su madre, de 29 años y alcohólica, acudiese en estado de embriaguez al hospital de Dabrowia Górnicza (sur del país) para dar a luz.&lt;br /&gt;La pequeña, que pesaba al nacer 2,300 kilos, permanece en la incubadora en situación muy grave, mientras que la madre todavía mantenía cinco horas después del parto un índice de alcohol en sangre de 1,5 gramos por litro.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto la madre como el padre de la recién nacida, quien también es alcohólico y que dio una tasa de 3,5 gramos por litro durante una medición efectuada hoy por la policía, pasaron a disposición judicial.&lt;br /&gt;Ambos aseguraron que desconocían que la ingestión de alcohol es perjudicial durante el proceso de gestación que, por otro lado, no estuvo en ningún caso sometido a vigilancia ginecológica o control médico.&lt;br /&gt;El alcoholismo es uno de los problemas nacionales de Polonia, donde el consumo de bebidas destiladas y, sobre todo, de vodka alcanza niveles calificados de preocupantes por las autoridades entre las capas más bajas de la sociedad.&lt;br /&gt;Ésta no es la primera vez que sucede un caso de estas características, donde en el pasado mes de julio una mujer de 37 años dio a luz en estado de embriaguez a un niño que en el momento de su nacimiento tenía 1,2 gramos por litro de alcohol en su sangre.&lt;br /&gt;Estos niños suelen sufrir el llamado síndrome del alcoholismo fetal, lo que posteriormente se manifiesta en retrasos en el crecimiento, tendencia a sufrir epilepsia, anormalidades faciales y problemas de aprendizaje y comportamiento.&lt;br /&gt;EFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicado en www.latercera.cl el 10 de Septiembre del 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-33951932618939439?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/33951932618939439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=33951932618939439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/33951932618939439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/33951932618939439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/09/del-terror.html' title='Del terror'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RuYV2CVe0oI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PqcUKiCOCWo/s72-c/oslo_passout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-4840440131952913689</id><published>2007-08-15T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:52.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De copuchento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RsMvvJ5QiRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nm_15eLQqoQ/s1600-h/post_secret_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RsMvvJ5QiRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nm_15eLQqoQ/s400/post_secret_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098971690269968658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hace poco oí en la radio sobre un blog en el que todos los domingos se actualizan y se publican 20 secrteos que la gente manda mayoritariamente en formato de postal de verdad (no electrónica). Al parecer viene de una organización con una línea de llamados para evitar que la gente cometa suicidios. Básicamente si la gente cuenta lo que le aproblema, aunque sea de manera anónima, se libera, y no se mata. Pero lo cierto es que a fin de cuentas hay secretos de todo tipo.&lt;br /&gt;     Se han publicado ya tres libros con una selección de las mejores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dirección es: http://postsecret.blogspot.com/, o pinche en el título.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RsMvvp5QiSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K9AhWl1hq5U/s1600-h/51051410_7e6054888c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RsMvvp5QiSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K9AhWl1hq5U/s400/51051410_7e6054888c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098971698859903266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-4840440131952913689?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://postsecret.blogspot.com/' title='De copuchento'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4840440131952913689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=4840440131952913689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/4840440131952913689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/4840440131952913689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/08/de-copuchento.html' title='De copuchento'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RsMvvJ5QiRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nm_15eLQqoQ/s72-c/post_secret_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-664064193881892461</id><published>2007-07-02T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:52.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hornbeando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RokXczDIBxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N4jc62zatnA/s1600-h/nickhornby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RokXczDIBxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N4jc62zatnA/s400/nickhornby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082619437971408658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Hornby ha escrito varios libros que se han hecho películas, como "High Fidelity", "About a Boy" y "Fever Pitch". La última novela que publicó es "A long way down" donde se cuenta la historia de cuatro personas que se encuentran en un lugar de suicidios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To live outside the law, you must be honest", I said.&lt;br /&gt;" What the fucking hell does that means?" said Jess.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've never really know what the fuck it means to tell you the truth. Bob Dylan said it, not to me, and I'd always thought it sounded good. But this was the first situation I'd ever been in where I was able to put the idea to the test, and I coud see, didn't work. We were living outside the law and we couldlie through anytime we wanted, and I wasn't sure why we shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing", I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, then, Yankee boy".&lt;br /&gt;And I did. There were approximately twenty-eight minutes of our time remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ, en  "A long way down", de Nick Hornby, Riverside Books, Junio 2005, pagina 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He wasn't Ringo, though. he was more like Paul. Maureen was Ringo, except she wasn't very funny. I was George, except I wasn't shy or spiritual. Martin was John, except he wasn't talented or cool. Thinking about it, maybe we were more like another group with four people in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, idem., pag. 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I mean, I'm a liberal guy, and I didn't want Bush to bomb Irak, and I like a toke as much as the next guy, but this people still fill my heart with fear and loathing, mostly because I know they wouldn't have liked my band. When we played a college town, and we walked out in front of a crowd like this, I knew we were going to have a hard time. They don't like rel music, these people. They don't like the Ramones or the Temptations or the Mats, they like DJ Bleepy and his stupid fucking bleeps. or else they all pretend that they're fucking gangstas, and listen hip-hop about hos and guns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ, idem, p. 62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shoplifting isn't a murder, is it? Everyone goes through a shoplifting phase, don't they? (...) it comes just after ponies and boy bands, and right before spliff and sex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, idem, p 197.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-664064193881892461?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/664064193881892461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=664064193881892461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/664064193881892461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/664064193881892461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/07/hornbeando.html' title='Hornbeando'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RokXczDIBxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N4jc62zatnA/s72-c/nickhornby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-7925992967219115103</id><published>2007-06-09T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:52.996-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>musica a domicilio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RmsEuTyvlDI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ns833t-FMqM/s1600-h/Imagen+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RmsEuTyvlDI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ns833t-FMqM/s400/Imagen+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074154598796596274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi hermano me dio el dato de un blog de un un tipo en el que está la posibilidad de bajar discos completos. Uno siempre anda preguntando de donde e puede bajar música. Aquí hay nueva y vieja, y el blog se presenta así:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esta pagina brinda links a sitios externos, no cuenta con servidores propios ni nada similar. Recuerda que cualquier persona con un disco original tiene derecho a realizar una copia de seguridad del mismo para uso personal y/o privado. No tenemos fines de lucro, por lo que NO nos puede acusar de pirateria, asi que sepan que todos los pedidos para retirar cosas puestas en este sitio seran ignorados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está bueno, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ir, presione el título de este post, o busque en los links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-7925992967219115103?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.despueshablo.blogspot.com/' title='musica a domicilio'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7925992967219115103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=7925992967219115103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/7925992967219115103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/7925992967219115103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/06/musica-domicilio.html' title='musica a domicilio'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RmsEuTyvlDI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ns833t-FMqM/s72-c/Imagen+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-2010018012446197352</id><published>2007-04-21T20:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:53.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasteleando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RiqYtYudLlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hjPGOXiqUJQ/s1600-h/pastel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RiqYtYudLlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hjPGOXiqUJQ/s400/pastel2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056021437175639634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El problema es que no sabria si enmarcar estas cosas o comérmelas. &lt;br /&gt;Vealas &lt;a href="http://www.bubo.ws/"&gt;acá.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-2010018012446197352?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2010018012446197352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=2010018012446197352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/2010018012446197352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/2010018012446197352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/04/pasteleando.html' title='Pasteleando'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RiqYtYudLlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hjPGOXiqUJQ/s72-c/pastel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-402463990411594215</id><published>2007-04-15T16:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:53.523-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones'/><title type='text'>Calamaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RiKD9UDQYOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mLLMuOdmhAA/s1600-h/calamaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RiKD9UDQYOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mLLMuOdmhAA/s400/calamaro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053746821240742114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez alguien compró el disco "El Cantante" de Calamaro, y lo miré a huevo en su momento. Hace un par de semanas me puse a escucharlo y terminé obsesionádome. Canciones de mucha gente,  Gardel, Ruben Blades, Yupanqui y el mismo Calamaro. Hacía tiempo que no me pedían tantas copias de un disco. Obvio que las compro originales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Cantante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy el cantante &lt;br /&gt;Que hoy han venido a escuchar&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor del repertorio &lt;br /&gt;A ustedes voy a brindar &lt;br /&gt;Y canto a la vida de risas y penas&lt;br /&gt;De momentos malos y de cosas buenas &lt;br /&gt;Vinieron a divertirse y pagaron en la puerta &lt;br /&gt;No hay tiempo para tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;vamos cantante comienza&lt;br /&gt;Me paran siempre en la calle&lt;br /&gt;Muchas hay gente que comenta &lt;br /&gt;"Oye Andrelo tu estas hecho &lt;br /&gt;Siempre con hembras y en fiestas" &lt;br /&gt;Si nadie pregunta si sufro si lloro&lt;br /&gt;Si tengo una pena que hiere muy hondo&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy el cantante, porque lo mío es cantar&lt;br /&gt;El publico paga,&lt;br /&gt;paga para poderme escuchar&lt;br /&gt;Porque, yo soy el cantante&lt;br /&gt;Muy popular donde quiera&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando el show se acaba &lt;br /&gt;Soy otro humano cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;Ey vivo, mi vida por risas y penas&lt;br /&gt;Con momentos malos y con cosas buenas&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy el cantante y mi negocio es cantar&lt;br /&gt;Y A los que me sigan&lt;br /&gt;ey mi cancion, voy a brindar&lt;br /&gt;voy a brindar, ey mis mejores pregones,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te dedico, mi mejores pregones &lt;br /&gt;Si no me quieren en vida cuando muera no me lloren &lt;br /&gt;no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te dedico,mi mejores pregones ( no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren...)&lt;br /&gt;Vamo´ Josele!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te dedico,mi mejores pregones&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te dedico,mi mejores pregones&lt;br /&gt;baila, si quieres bailar,&lt;br /&gt;canta si quieres cantar&lt;br /&gt;mamaa.....( Hoy te dedico,mi mejores pregones, Hoy te dedico,mi mejores pregones)&lt;br /&gt;Son mejor que los de antes, compárenme criticones !!&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te dedico,mi mejores pregones&lt;br /&gt;El pregón de la montaña, es asi que eran canciones,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te dedico,mi mejores pregones&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te dedico,mi mejores pregones&lt;br /&gt;Si no me quieren en vida cuando muera no me lloren &lt;br /&gt;no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren&lt;br /&gt;no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren&lt;br /&gt;no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren, no me lloren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruben Blades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-402463990411594215?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/402463990411594215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=402463990411594215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/402463990411594215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/402463990411594215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/04/alguna-vez-alguien-compr-el-disco-el.html' title='Calamaro'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RiKD9UDQYOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mLLMuOdmhAA/s72-c/calamaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-8141177394823043067</id><published>2007-04-11T01:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:53.651-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personajes'/><title type='text'>Santiago Pavlovic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RhxrR0DQYLI/AAAAAAAAACc/Rd_qOO0ktOo/s1600-h/19-070510626_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RhxrR0DQYLI/AAAAAAAAACc/Rd_qOO0ktOo/s400/19-070510626_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052030835777102002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La educación superior es muy cara, mi hijo estudia medicina en una universidad privada y cuesta un ojo de la cara, perdón, si costara eso me quedaría ciego."&lt;br /&gt;Santiago Pavlovich,Mañana será otro día, Radio Concierto,  10 de Abril 2007. 8:50 am aprox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-8141177394823043067?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8141177394823043067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=8141177394823043067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/8141177394823043067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/8141177394823043067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/04/santiago-pavlovic.html' title='Santiago Pavlovic'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RhxrR0DQYLI/AAAAAAAAACc/Rd_qOO0ktOo/s72-c/19-070510626_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-7305484945217824220</id><published>2007-04-03T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:53.970-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>Radioenlínea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RhK1GjFDijI/AAAAAAAAACM/a834BOQEJV8/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RhK1GjFDijI/AAAAAAAAACM/a834BOQEJV8/s400/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049297256336034354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RhK02zFDiiI/AAAAAAAAACE/HOZmgxZhJFY/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RhK02zFDiiI/AAAAAAAAACE/HOZmgxZhJFY/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049296985753094690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amigo quería poner una radio. Con algo de tiempo, un lugar y usando harta música que tiene (demasiado a mi gusto) lanzó, gracias a las maravillas de la tecnología, radienlínea. Una buena opción para variar. Y quizás estarmeos hablando tonteras por ahí dentro de algo de tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Visítela. Es como tener a alguien con buena música en la oficina con parlantes amenizandole la tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radioenlinea.cl/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-7305484945217824220?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.radioenlinea.cl/' title='Radioenlínea'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7305484945217824220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=7305484945217824220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/7305484945217824220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/7305484945217824220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/04/radioenlnea.html' title='Radioenlínea'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RhK1GjFDijI/AAAAAAAAACM/a834BOQEJV8/s72-c/Untitled-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-4351840601446063951</id><published>2007-03-21T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:54.194-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones'/><title type='text'>Reyes de la conveniencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RgCp8sQwa9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HLtf9fCkOi8/s1600-h/B000056MYN.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RgCp8sQwa9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HLtf9fCkOi8/s400/B000056MYN.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044218442793642962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the Guardian as a shield&lt;br /&gt;To cover my thighs against the rain&lt;br /&gt;I do not mind about my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your jacket may be waterproof&lt;br /&gt;But I know the moment you get home&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna get your trousers changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is always the best way to learn&lt;br /&gt;Retracing your steps until you know&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear your wounds will heal&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could travel overground&lt;br /&gt;To where all you hear is water sounds&lt;br /&gt;Lush as the wind upon a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could travel overground&lt;br /&gt;To where all you hear is water sounds&lt;br /&gt;To capture and keep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is always the best way to learn&lt;br /&gt;Retracing your steps until you know&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear your wounds will heal&lt;br /&gt;Failure is always the best way to learn&lt;br /&gt;Retracing your steps until you know&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear your wounds will heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings of Convenience,  track 5 del disco "Quiet is the new Loud", 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik, uno de sus integrantes, está haciendo un doctorado en Sicologia con una tesis sobre cómo la arquitectura afecta el comportamiento de lagente. Curioso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-4351840601446063951?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4351840601446063951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=4351840601446063951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/4351840601446063951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/4351840601446063951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/03/reyes-de-la-conveniencia.html' title='Reyes de la conveniencia'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RgCp8sQwa9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HLtf9fCkOi8/s72-c/B000056MYN.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-4753199608221658140</id><published>2007-03-21T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:54.412-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poleras'/><title type='text'>Poleras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RgCnd8Qwa8I/AAAAAAAAABw/3KYZwIDI2_E/s1600-h/lif_cel_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RgCnd8Qwa8I/AAAAAAAAABw/3KYZwIDI2_E/s400/lif_cel_.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044215715489409986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan las poleras con diseños bonitos y/o divertidos. Tengo una que dice "tengo diarrea", pero que no ha sido muy querida por el tiempo. Pero me encantan las poleras.&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo es un sitio argentino donde venden poleras increibles a precios europeos. pero de dibujos elegantes. LA gracia es que las mndan donde sea. La ilustración que sale arriba es de ahí. Clickee el titulo del post y llegará rápidamente. ¡Qué fantástico!, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-4753199608221658140?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ilovewaterloo.com/' title='Poleras'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4753199608221658140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=4753199608221658140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/4753199608221658140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/4753199608221658140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/03/poleras.html' title='Poleras'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RgCnd8Qwa8I/AAAAAAAAABw/3KYZwIDI2_E/s72-c/lif_cel_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-1815345054843169231</id><published>2007-03-11T14:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:54.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ilustraciones'/><title type='text'>Comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RfRA7BDHxoI/AAAAAAAAABg/mTtx05CpEp0/s1600-h/ofelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RfRA7BDHxoI/AAAAAAAAABg/mTtx05CpEp0/s400/ofelia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040725265572415106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link proveniente del Blog de &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/alhr/iWeb/Beto/Betologia/Betologia.html"&gt;Alberto Lopez Hermida&lt;/a&gt;. Ilustraciones muy bonitas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kioskerman.com.ar"&gt;Visitelo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-1815345054843169231?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1815345054843169231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=1815345054843169231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/1815345054843169231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/1815345054843169231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/03/comics.html' title='Comics'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/RfRA7BDHxoI/AAAAAAAAABg/mTtx05CpEp0/s72-c/ofelia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-9093218768441232080</id><published>2007-02-26T01:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:49:54.838-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de película'/><title type='text'>Freddo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/ReJfL9GD6NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DV9PvD57b0I/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/ReJfL9GD6NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DV9PvD57b0I/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035691992336820434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The big mistake is trying to find the answer to live your life. The secret is to live without answers.... I think."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Perry Lyman (Keanu Reeves), &lt;br /&gt;Thumbsucker, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-9093218768441232080?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/9093218768441232080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=9093218768441232080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/9093218768441232080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/9093218768441232080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/02/freddo.html' title='Freddo.'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZqecLc9XKgo/ReJfL9GD6NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DV9PvD57b0I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-117154797713616668</id><published>2007-02-15T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:59:37.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno de fotos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/1600/866739/cristobal%20palma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/400/697440/cristobal%20palma.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegué a este sitio por el blog de &lt;a href="http://www.sebastianirarrazaval.com"&gt;Sebastian Irarrazaval&lt;/a&gt;, un arquitecto chileno que hace cosas bien interesantes. Es el sitio de &lt;a href="http://www.cristobalpalma.com"&gt;Cristobal Palma&lt;/a&gt;, un chileno que hace fotos y que estudi{o en  la Architectural Asociation en Londres. Algo asi como el rancho de Nick Bollitieri de la arquitectura. Muy choras las fotos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-117154797713616668?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/117154797713616668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=117154797713616668&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/117154797713616668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/117154797713616668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/02/uno-de-fotos.html' title='Uno de fotos.'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116947298045587397</id><published>2007-01-22T10:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:36:20.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Trafic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/MGSQFQAMdtM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/MGSQFQAMdtM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116947298045587397?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116947298045587397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116947298045587397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116947298045587397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116947298045587397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/01/trafic.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116903989141748976</id><published>2007-01-17T10:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T10:18:11.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Unas clasesillas de baile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/2iDNMUtw_CQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/2iDNMUtw_CQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Para lucirse en cualquier discoteca al son de algún jit de verano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116903989141748976?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116903989141748976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116903989141748976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116903989141748976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116903989141748976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/01/unas-clasesillas-de-baile-para-lucirse.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116852225385176489</id><published>2007-01-11T10:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:30:53.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;On The Go Pizza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/bKtM1SxaBsQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/bKtM1SxaBsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;El futuro de la chatarra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116852225385176489?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116852225385176489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116852225385176489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116852225385176489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116852225385176489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-go-pizza-el-futuro-de-la-chatarra.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116610177303141804</id><published>2006-12-14T10:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T10:09:33.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ETC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/1600/511135/snake-bite-to-the-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/320/210420/snake-bite-to-the-face.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anotar lo que se ve. Aquello que sea importante. ¿Sabemos ver lo que es importante?. Nada nos llama la atención No sabemos ver. Hay que ir más despacio. Casi torpemente. Obligarse a escribir sobre lo que no tiene interés, lo que es más evidente, lo más común, lo más apagado. No escribir etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georges Perec&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116610177303141804?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116610177303141804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116610177303141804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116610177303141804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116610177303141804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/12/etc.html' title='ETC.'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116593275340886927</id><published>2006-12-12T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:12:33.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;La mejor polera del universo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/SAwttny9mz8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/SAwttny9mz8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Asi no mas. Estoy de cumpleaños el 3 de septiembre, por si acaso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116593275340886927?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116593275340886927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116593275340886927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116593275340886927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116593275340886927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-mejor-polera-del-universo-asi-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116559497537815187</id><published>2006-12-08T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:22:55.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo Libre y Ecléctico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/1600/786412/033_eat_here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/400/46484/033_eat_here.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/1600/462477/052_handwash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/400/350252/052_handwash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/1600/201331/cover-sign03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/400/553536/cover-sign03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/1600/718695/004_beware_of_children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7419/1353/400/969598/004_beware_of_children.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es en estricto tiempo libre lo que he tenido, pero si algo para ver cosas en internet. Aqui pongo una mata de vínculos a lugares chistosos. Un resumen de buenos ratos que he pasado.&lt;br /&gt;1-.&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/end.php"&gt; El fin del mundo&lt;/a&gt;. Animación Flash proporcionada por Lateral Izquierdo. Hilarante.&lt;br /&gt;2-. &lt;a href="http://donmiguel.madmooseblog.com/"&gt;Don Miguel&lt;/a&gt;, de las Cajetillas. Humor negro, ero alguna risa arranca.&lt;br /&gt;3-. &lt;a href="http://www.glumbert.com/media/flash/player.swf?file=consent&amp;autostart=true&amp;fs=true"&gt;El consentimiento.&lt;/a&gt; Corto chistoso.&lt;br /&gt;4-. &lt;a href="http://www.core77.com/ultimategiftguide/"&gt;77 regalos de diseño de menos de 77 dólares.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-. &lt;a href="http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=93340"&gt;Bandas hechas con monitos de Lego&lt;/a&gt;. Link provisto por Endora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las imágenes son de l link a &lt;a href="http://www.funnysigns.com"&gt;www.funnysigns.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso por ahora. Todo sirve para sacar ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116559497537815187?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116559497537815187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116559497537815187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116559497537815187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116559497537815187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/12/tiempo-libre-y-eclctico.html' title='Tiempo Libre y Ecléctico.'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116388073911211560</id><published>2006-11-18T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:15:10.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>True to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/419735%7EZiggy-Marley-guitar-strap-portrait-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/419735%7EZiggy-Marley-guitar-strap-portrait-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción playera, I say. Puede que algo sepa el muchacho, I say.&lt;br /&gt;El es hijo de Bob Marley, I say, e hizo unas canciones que se hicieron conocidas hace tiempo, como "Look who's dancing" y "Tomorrow people". Demás que las ponen en fiestas "ochenteras", I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has come a long way since yesterday I say&lt;br /&gt;and its not the same old thing over again I say&lt;br /&gt;just do what you feel and don't you fool yourself I say&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't make you happy unless I am I say I say I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to be true to myself got to be true to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day in day out I've asked many questions I say&lt;br /&gt;only to find the truth it never changes I say&lt;br /&gt;if you don't deal with it it keeps killing you a little by little I say&lt;br /&gt;call me selfish if you will my life I alone can live I say I say I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to be true to myself got to be true to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts I'm tired of lies and all these games&lt;br /&gt;I've reached a point in life no longer can I be this way&lt;br /&gt;don't come crying to me I too have shed my share of tears&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on yes I'm grooving on well I'm finally free I've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to be true to myself got to be true to myself&lt;br /&gt;got to be true to myself got to be true to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and music by David Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116388073911211560?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116388073911211560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116388073911211560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116388073911211560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116388073911211560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/11/true-to-myself.html' title='True to myself'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116344093562994860</id><published>2006-11-13T15:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:02:15.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bailando sin salir de casa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/RbdbVhBGETQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/RbdbVhBGETQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116344093562994860?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116344093562994860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116344093562994860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116344093562994860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116344093562994860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/11/bailando-sin-salir-de-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116343935411383473</id><published>2006-11-13T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:35:54.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Best of Even Stevphen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/BzdccjXleXg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/BzdccjXleXg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116343935411383473?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116343935411383473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116343935411383473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116343935411383473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116343935411383473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-of-even-stevphen.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116278186211425066</id><published>2006-11-05T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:57:42.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mc Ewan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/hello-darth-kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/hello-darth-kitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a commonplace of pareting and modern genetics that parents have little or no influence on the characters of their children. You never know who you are going to get. Opportunities, health, prospects, accent, table manners - these might lie within your power to shape. But what really determines the sort of person who's coming to live with you is which sperm finds which egg, how the cards in two packs are chosen, then how they are shuffled, halved and spliced at the moment of recombination. Cheerfull or neurotic, kind or greedy, curious or dull, expansive or shy and anywhere in between; it can be quite an affront to parental self-regard, just how much of the work has alredy been done."&lt;br /&gt;Mac Ewan, Ian, Saturday,  pagina 25, 2005, Anchor Books, NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bigger you think, the crapier it looks. (...) When we go on about the big things, the political situation, global warming, world poverty, it all looks like really terible, with nothing getting better, nothing to ook forward to. But when  I think small, closer in, you know, a girl I've just met, or this song we're going to do with Chas, or snowboarding next month, then it looks great. So this is going to be my motto - think small."&lt;br /&gt;Mac Ewan, Ian, Saturday,pagina 35,   2005, Anchor Books, NY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116278186211425066?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116278186211425066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116278186211425066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116278186211425066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116278186211425066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/11/mc-ewan.html' title='Mc Ewan'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116221445348886475</id><published>2006-10-30T10:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:20:53.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>zombo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/zombo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/zombo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un buen link para pasar mucho rato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zombo.com"&gt;Link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116221445348886475?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116221445348886475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116221445348886475&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116221445348886475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116221445348886475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/10/zombo.html' title='zombo'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116173509458346819</id><published>2006-10-24T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:11:34.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Se viene el verano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/NINJQ5LRh-0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/NINJQ5LRh-0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link de 2ball. Buena manera de rockear y ejercitarse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116173509458346819?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116173509458346819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116173509458346819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116173509458346819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116173509458346819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/10/se-viene-el-verano-link-de-2ball.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116130347718283623</id><published>2006-10-19T21:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:17:57.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi abuelita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/glasses6yq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/glasses6yq.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo... francamente no puedo con los anteojos como de alambres. Me da la impresión que fueran como de profesores.... o de personas que venden objetos.... personas poco preocupadas de su apariencia".&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Page, noventaytantos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116130347718283623?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116130347718283623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116130347718283623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116130347718283623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116130347718283623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/10/mi-abuelita.html' title='Mi abuelita'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116105623260630347</id><published>2006-10-17T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:37:12.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y no inventé la rueda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/indelible_lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/indelible_lewis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/indelible_nixon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/indelible_nixon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/indelible_ford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/indelible_ford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En algún &lt;a href="http://biaje.blogspot.com"&gt;blog cercano&lt;/a&gt;, aparece mucha gente saltando para las fotos. Si bien hay veces que uno cree que ha inventado algo fresco e inovador, es curioso cuando uno se da cuenta que la rueda fue inventada hace siglos.&lt;br /&gt;Las siguientes son fotos sacadas de un &lt;a href="http://www.smithsonianmagazine.com/issues/2006/october/indelible.php"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; que aparece en &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/"&gt;boingboing&lt;/a&gt; soplado por &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/"&gt;Indoor&lt;/a&gt;. Es sobre el fotógrafo Philippe Halsman. Él retrataba a gente saltando y como siempre, salen fotos muy buenas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116105623260630347?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116105623260630347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116105623260630347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116105623260630347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116105623260630347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/10/y-no-invent-la-rueda.html' title='Y no inventé la rueda'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116067289530459832</id><published>2006-10-12T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:08:15.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Batman en Cha Cha Cha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/91_RgEvHE3U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/91_RgEvHE3U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Otra version. Notable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116067289530459832?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116067289530459832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116067289530459832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116067289530459832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116067289530459832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/10/batman-en-cha-cha-cha-otra-version.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-116061506501736087</id><published>2006-10-11T22:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:04:25.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ChaChaCha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/KEYb-h8ySTY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/KEYb-h8ySTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link traido del Blog Por la Puta. Programa de devocion familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-116061506501736087?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/116061506501736087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=116061506501736087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116061506501736087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/116061506501736087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/10/chachacha-link-traido-del-blog-por-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115773813780617937</id><published>2006-09-08T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:55:37.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/Ciego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/Ciego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose Saramago, portugues, y sin dominar muchos mas datos, pongo un par de cosillas que me gustaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-. "Nunca se sabe de que son capaces las personas, hay que esperar, dar tiempo al tiempo, el tiempo es el que manda. El tiempo es el que esta jugando al otro lado de la mesa y tiene en sus manos todas las cartas del juego".&lt;br /&gt;Jose Saramago, Ensayo sobre la Ceguera, Editorial Alfaguara, 2004, pag 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-. "Las respuestas no llegan siempre cuando uno las necesita, muchas veces ocurre que quedarse esperando es la unica respuesta posible"&lt;br /&gt;Jose Saramago, Ensayo sobre la Ceguera, Editorial Alfaguara, 2004, pag 348.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-. "No hay nada mejor para cambiar de opinion que una solida esperanza."&lt;br /&gt;Jose Saramago, Ensayo sobre la Ceguera, Editorial Alfaguara, 2004, pag 414.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-. "El panico es mucho mas rapido que las piernas que tienen que llevarlo"&lt;br /&gt;Jose Saramago, Ensayo sobre la Ceguera, Editorial Alfaguara, 2004, pag 428.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdonen los acentos... teclado extranjero. jijiji.&lt;br /&gt;Saludos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115773813780617937?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115773813780617937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115773813780617937&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115773813780617937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115773813780617937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/09/saramago.html' title='Saramago'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115695959619378753</id><published>2006-08-30T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:51:28.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Testosterona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pedido del unico lector varon que deja comentarios de manera peridoca  en este blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-. "el hombre se casa de negro por que es un cochino culiao"&lt;br /&gt; (Robado del Blog de &lt;a href="http://t-oog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Endora&lt;/a&gt;, quien a su vez lo escogio del blog de mi hermano &lt;a href="http://felipegoni.blogspot.com//"&gt;Felipe&lt;/a&gt;. "el maestro del metro cuadrado".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-."...masculinity is a shared set of assumptions and values that men can either accept or reject. You like football? then you also like music, beer, thumping people, grabing ladies' breast, and money. you're a rugby or cricket man? You like Dire Straits or Mozart, wire, pinching' ladies bottoms and money. You don't fill into either comp? Macho, nein danke? In whic case it must follow that you are a pacifist vegetarian, studious oblivios to the charms of Michelle Pfeifer, who thinks that only leering wideboys listen to Luther Vandross".&lt;br /&gt;Nick Honsby. Fever Pitch, Penguin Books, 200, p.72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-"Look at all the things that can be wrong for men. There's the nothing-happening-at all-problem, the too-much-happening-too-soon problem; there's teh size-doesn't matter-except-in-my-case problem, the failing-to-deliver-the-goods-problem.. And what do women have to worry about? A handfull of celluilite? Join the Club.&lt;br /&gt;Nick Hornsby, High Fidelity, Penguin Books, 200, p.94.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Cal: [David and Cal Playing a video Game] You're *gay* now? &lt;br /&gt;David: No, I'm not gay I'm just celibate. &lt;br /&gt;Cal: I think? I mean, that sounds ga- I just want you to know this is like the first conversation of like three conversations that leads to you being gay. Like... there's this and then in a year it's like, "Oh you know, I kinda wanna, ya know, get back out there but I think I like guys" and then there's the big, "Oh I'm I'm a g-gay guy now". &lt;br /&gt;David: You're gay for saying that. &lt;br /&gt;Cal: I'm gay for saying that? &lt;br /&gt;David: You know how I know you're gay? &lt;br /&gt;Cal: How? How do you know I'm gay? &lt;br /&gt;David: Because you macramed yourself a pair of jean shorts. &lt;br /&gt;Cal: You know how I know *you're* gay? You just told me you're not sleeping with women any more. &lt;br /&gt;David: You know how I know that you're gay? &lt;br /&gt;Cal: How? Cuz you're gay? and you can tell who other gay people are. &lt;br /&gt;David: You know how I know you're gay? &lt;br /&gt;Cal: How? &lt;br /&gt;David: You like Coldplay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogo de 40-Year Old Virgin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115695959619378753?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115695959619378753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115695959619378753&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115695959619378753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115695959619378753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/08/testosterona.html' title='Testosterona'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115532151561439481</id><published>2006-08-11T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:38:35.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrimonio perfecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/Caesars_Pocono_Resorts_0028%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/Caesars_Pocono_Resorts_0028%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este lolo es el autor de High Fidelity, y un par de libros mas que se han hecho películas. ME ha sacado hartas carcajadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you don't ever catch a glimpse of on your wedding day -because how could you?- is that some days you will hate your spouse, that you will look at him and regret ever exchanging a word with him, let alone a ring and bodily fluids. Nor is it possible to foresee the desperation and depression, the sense that your life is over, the occasional urge to hit your whining children, even though hitting them is something you knew for a fact you would never do. And of course you don't think of having affairs, and when you get to that stage in life when you do (and everyone gets there sooner or later), you don't think of the sick feeling you get in your stomach when you're conducting them. And nor do you think in the husband waking up in the morning and being someone you don't recognize. If anyone thought about any of these things, then no one would ever get married, of course they wouldn't; in fact, the impulse of marry would come from the same place as the impulse of drink a bottle of bleach, and those are the kinds of impulses we try to ignore, because getting married -or finding the partner whom we will want to spend our lives with and have children by- is in our agenda. It's something we know we will do one day, and if you take that away from us then we are left with promotions at work and the possibility of a winning lottery ticket, and it's not enough, so we kid ourselves that it is possible to enter these partnerships and be faced only with the problems of mud removal, and then we became unhappy and take Prozac and then we get divorced and die alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Hornsby, How to be Good, Penguin Books, 2001, p 85-86&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115532151561439481?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115532151561439481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115532151561439481&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115532151561439481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115532151561439481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/08/matrimonio-perfecto.html' title='Matrimonio perfecto'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115513841793956088</id><published>2006-08-09T12:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:57:32.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apariencias</title><content type='html'>Es del todo imposible en estos tiempos deducir sobre el nivel educativo de la gente por la manera en que hablan, o se viste, o por sus gustos musicales. Resulta mas prudente tratar a cualquiera que conozcas como un intelectual destacado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MacEwan, Ian, Expiacion, Anagrama, 2005, pag 423.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115513841793956088?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115513841793956088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115513841793956088&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115513841793956088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115513841793956088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/08/apariencias.html' title='Apariencias'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115378573277807430</id><published>2006-07-24T21:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:02:12.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Otra de Wilde</title><content type='html'>“- ¡Ah! Ya he hablado bastante por hoy – dijo Lord Henry, sonriendo- Todo lo que quiero ahora es mirar la vida. Puede venir a mirarla conmigo, si le apetece”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde, “El retrato de Dorian Gray”, Editorial Cátedra, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115378573277807430?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115378573277807430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115378573277807430&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115378573277807430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115378573277807430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/07/otra-de-wilde.html' title='Otra de Wilde'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115317352309594445</id><published>2006-07-17T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:58:43.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ta claro, no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/DSC00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/DSC00149.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto de aviso del Metro de Madrid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115317352309594445?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115317352309594445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115317352309594445&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115317352309594445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115317352309594445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/07/ta-claro-no.html' title='ta claro, no?'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115292472236064812</id><published>2006-07-14T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:52:02.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mazapán</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/vega_market_2_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/vega_market_2_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito de viajes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la alfombra mágica&lt;br /&gt;Somos invisíbiles&lt;br /&gt;Vámonos de viágico&lt;br /&gt;Somotruquilá!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... uhhhh mira, mira... mucha fruta... verdura... ¿qué es?&lt;br /&gt;- ¡La Vega!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115292472236064812?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115292472236064812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115292472236064812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115292472236064812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115292472236064812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/07/mazapn.html' title='Mazapán'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115279756268695783</id><published>2006-07-13T10:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:36:27.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El precio justo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/precio.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/precio.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he podido constatar científicamente si fue &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Napoleon"&gt;Napoleón&lt;/a&gt; (1769-1821) quien dijo que "Todo hombre tiene su precio, solo basta encontrarlo".&lt;br /&gt;La foto fue tomada en "Helados Olguín" en San Felipe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115279756268695783?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115279756268695783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115279756268695783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115279756268695783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115279756268695783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/07/el-precio-justo.html' title='El precio justo.'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115238791468078816</id><published>2006-07-08T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:49:56.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida es un film.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/leni.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/leni.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Philip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso es. Bueno, eso, que su libro esté llegando al final, es algo que el novelista no puede evitar, ¿no? Hoy día el final no tiene que ser forzosamente feliz, pero no se puede disimular el hecho de que faltan pocas páginas para que se acabe la narración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hilary y Desirée empiezan a escuchar lo que dice Philip y éste se convierte en el centro de la atención.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decir que, mentalmente, sabes que se acaba la novela. cuando te das cuenta de que no te quedan por leer más que una o dos páginas, que pronto vas a tener que cerrar el libro, pero en una película no hay manera de saberlo; especialmente hoy, cuando las películas están estructuradas de una manera más libre, mucho más ambivalentes que antes. No hay manera de saber qué escena será la última. La película continúa exactamente como continúa la vida: la gente va haciendo cosas, bebiendo, hablando y estamos observándolos; y en cualquier momento, que el director elige sin avisar, sin que nada quede resuelto, explicado o concluído, puede, sencillamente...acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Philip se encoge de hombros. la cámara se detiene, y su imagen queda congelada en la mitad del gesto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Lodge, Intercambios, Editorial Anagrama, 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115238791468078816?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115238791468078816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115238791468078816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115238791468078816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115238791468078816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-vida-es-un-film_08.html' title='La vida es un film.'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115198143376074136</id><published>2006-07-03T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:35:34.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Wilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/oscar-wilde.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/400/oscar-wilde.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Un pintor debe conocer -solía decir- únicamente personas estúpidas y hermosas, las cuales nos proporcionen un placer artístico al mirarlas y un descanso intelectual al conversar con ellas. Los dandis y las bellezas gobiernan el mundo, o al menos deberían hacerlo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oscar Wilde, "Un millonario modelo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El romanticismo es privilegio de los ricos, no profesión de los desempleados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oscar Wilde, "Un millonario modelo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-¿Qué es una persona sensible?&lt;br /&gt;- Una persona que porque tiene callos, siempre pisa los pies de los demás."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar Wilde, "El admirable cohete."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cita de  Cuqui:&lt;br /&gt;"A veces podemos pasarnos años sin vivir en absoluto, y de pronto toda nuestra vida se concentra en un solo instante."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115198143376074136?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115198143376074136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115198143376074136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115198143376074136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115198143376074136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/07/oscar-wilde.html' title='Oscar Wilde'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115124686027375969</id><published>2006-06-25T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T11:47:40.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Parodia a los Estereotipos publicitarios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/_mMGZbG9g_M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/_mMGZbG9g_M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aporte Estereotipado de Davod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115124686027375969?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115124686027375969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115124686027375969&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115124686027375969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115124686027375969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/06/parodia-los-estereotipos-publicitarios.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-115059298770254244</id><published>2006-06-17T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:07:43.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>15 cosas que se pueden decir para enojar a un fan de Morrisey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/morrisey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/morrisey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lo escribo yo (es un blog de citas), y tampoco fui yo quien lo encontró, sino que nuestra fiel amiga &lt;a href="http://t-oog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Endora&lt;/a&gt;, a quien nuevamente se le agradece el aporte. Aclaro que soy un  admirador de don Stephen Patrick Morrisey (o Esteban Patricio, como prefiero llamarlo) al que alguna vez llamaron "Un poeta moderno o quizás solo un llorón".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"15 things to say to piss off a Smiths fan".&lt;br /&gt;This article is in "Zero", a brazilian magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Morrissey is gay. &lt;br /&gt;2 - Morrissey is so gay. &lt;br /&gt;3 - Jhonny Marr was ok but the rest of the band was crap. &lt;br /&gt;4 - Jhonny Marr was ok but he was not so good solo. &lt;br /&gt;5 - "Rusholme Ruffians" is a copy of "(Marie's the name)His latest flame". &lt;br /&gt;6 - Morrissey's maturity as a poet was reached in "Ouija Board, Ouija Board". &lt;br /&gt;7 - They didn't need to say that they hated videoclips. The ones they left said it all. &lt;br /&gt;8 - What touches people in the Smiths' discography is that cows sounds in the beginning of "Meat Is Murder". &lt;br /&gt;9 - When I listen to the band I get so excited as andy Rourke used to get on stage. &lt;br /&gt;10 - Morrissey still have time to complain about life and get a descent job. &lt;br /&gt;11 - When Mick Ronson produced "Your arsenal" he was already severally affect by his disease and couldn't distinguish what as right from what was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;12 - Did you buy the pillowcase that was been sold on the Latin-america tour? Did it really had a "Bite Here" in the corner? &lt;br /&gt;13 - You that is a fan: can you explain why Morrissey used a band-aid in the nipple in the "November Spawned a Monster" video? &lt;br /&gt;14 - If The Buzzcocs didn't exist, Manchester would be irrelevant today. &lt;br /&gt;15 - Morrissey is really gay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That article was very stupid. If the person who wrote thought that it was going to be funny, he was way wrong. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-115059298770254244?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.morrissey-solo.com/article.pl?sid=03/09/30/1530225' title='15 cosas que se pueden decir para enojar a un fan de Morrisey'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/115059298770254244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=115059298770254244&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115059298770254244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/115059298770254244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/06/15-cosas-que-se-pueden-decir-para.html' title='15 cosas que se pueden decir para enojar a un fan de Morrisey'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114999124799602158</id><published>2006-06-10T23:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:00:48.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miguelito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/miguelito.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/400/miguelito.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114999124799602158?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114999124799602158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114999124799602158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114999124799602158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114999124799602158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/06/miguelito.html' title='Miguelito'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114929885734607063</id><published>2006-06-02T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:40:57.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujeres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/Schiele_Sitzende_Frau_Seated_Woman_Girl_S56_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/400/Schiele_Sitzende_Frau_Seated_Woman_Girl_S56_g.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Las mujeres fueron hechas para ser amadas, no para ser comprendidas."&lt;br /&gt;                Oscar Wilde, La esfige sin secretos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Debía comprender que cuando se visita constantemente la casa de una muchacha casadera, hay obligación de declarar intenciones"&lt;br /&gt;                 León Tolstoi, Ana Karenina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Algunas chicas estúpidas realmente te pueden dejar boquiabierto en una pista de baile. Las realmente inteligentes, en cambio, la mitad de las veces se la pasan arrastrándote por toda la pista o bailan tan mal que lo mejor que uno puede hacer es quedarse sentado en la mesa y emborracharse con ellas".&lt;br /&gt;                   J.D. Sallinger, The catcher in the Rye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ése es el problema con las chicas cada vez que hacen algo lindo, aunque no valgan mucho la pena o aunque sean hasta algo estúpidas uno se enamora un poco de ellas, y entonces ya no sabe donde cuernos está parado.  Las chicas, ¡Por favor! te pueden volver loco, en serio."&lt;br /&gt;                   J.D. Sallinger, The catcher in the Rye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por cierto, no era esa vieja momificada y cubierta de afeites lo que en realidad veía ante él, sino "la especie hembra", comoo solía llamar a la mujer. La individualidad desaparecía, la cara se borraba; joven o decrépita, hermosa o fea, no eran más que varianntes sin importancia. Detrás de cada mujer se erguía, austero, sagrado, lleno de misterio, el rostro de Afrodita".&lt;br /&gt;                   Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba el Griego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si no piensan más que en eso, patrón. Escucha lo que te digo, yo que he visto cosas y las he hecho de todos los colores... la mujer solo piensa en eso, te lo aseguro; es una criatura enferma, melindrisosa. Si no le dices que la amas y la deseas, llora. Puede que ella, a su vez no te desee, y hasta es posible qque le asquees, y que esté decidida a decirte que no. pero esa es otra historia. Cuantos la ven tienen que desearla. Es lo que quiere la pobre. Entonces, ¿Qué te cuesta darle en el gusto?"&lt;br /&gt;                  Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba el Griego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"¿Qué misterio es ese? - pregunta- ¿Qué es una mujer y porqué nos sorbe el seso tan fácilmente?"&lt;br /&gt;                   Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba el Griego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"¿Qué cabe esperar  de las mujeres? Que tengan hijos con el primer llegado. ¿Qué cabe esperar de los hombres? Que caigan en el lazo como chorlitos."&lt;br /&gt;                   Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba el Griego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114929885734607063?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114929885734607063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114929885734607063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114929885734607063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114929885734607063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/06/mujeres.html' title='Mujeres'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114895991230379003</id><published>2006-05-30T00:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:01:03.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aporte de Lateral Izquierdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/zach_braff.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/zach_braff.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the right woman will lead to to the right direction"&lt;br /&gt;             Dr. Dorian, Scrubs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114895991230379003?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114895991230379003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114895991230379003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114895991230379003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114895991230379003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/05/aporte-de-lateral-izquierdo.html' title='Aporte de Lateral Izquierdo'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114864539896012501</id><published>2006-05-26T09:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:15:02.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Las cien mejores primeras líneas de Novelas, según el sitio de Endora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/ramon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/ramon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se agradece mucho el aporte Endora. Está para aplauso. Hay gente más ociosa que uno en la vida, y eso siempre es reconfortante (me refiero a los editores del sitio de donde se sacó esto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Best First Lines from Novels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Call me Ishmael. —Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (1851)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. —Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A screaming comes across the sky. —Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow (1973)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. —Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967; trans. Gregory Rabassa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. —Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (1955)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. —Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877; trans. Constance Garnett)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. —James Joyce, Finnegans Wake (1939)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. —George Orwell, 1984 (1949)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. —Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am an invisible man. —Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (1952)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The Miss Lonelyhearts of the New York Post-Dispatch (Are you in trouble?—Do-you-need-advice?—Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard. —Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts (1933)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. —Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested. —Franz Kafka, The Trial (1925; trans. Breon Mitchell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler. —Italo Calvino, If on a winter's night a traveler (1979; trans. William Weaver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. —Samuel Beckett, Murphy (1938)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. —J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. —James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. This is the saddest story I have ever heard. —Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier (1915)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly considered how much depended upon what they were then doing;—that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;—and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost:—Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,—I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that, in which the reader is likely to see me. —Laurence Sterne, Tristram Shandy (1759–1767)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. —Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (1850)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. —James Joyce, Ulysses (1922)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. —Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary. —Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49 (1966)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. —Paul Auster, City of Glass (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. —William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (1929)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. 124 was spiteful. —Toni Morrison, Beloved (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing. —Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote (1605; trans. Edith Grossman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Mother died today. —Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942; trans. Stuart Gilbert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. —Ha Jin, Waiting (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. —William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I am a sick man . . . I am a spiteful man. —Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (1864; trans. Michael R. Katz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Where now? Who now? When now? —Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable (1953; trans. Patrick Bowles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. "Stop!" cried the groaning old man at last, "Stop! I did not drag my father beyond this tree." —Gertrude Stein, The Making of Americans (1925)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. In a sense, I am Jacob Horner. —John Barth, The End of the Road (1958)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. It was like so, but wasn't. —Richard Powers, Galatea 2.2 (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. —Money . . . in a voice that rustled. —William Gaddis, J R (1975)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. —Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (1925)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. All this happened, more or less. —Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. They shoot the white girl first. —Toni Morrison, Paradise (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. For a long time, I went to bed early. —Marcel Proust, Swann's Way (1913; trans. Lydia Davis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. The moment one learns English, complications set in. —Felipe Alfau, Chromos (1990)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Dr. Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature. —Anita Brookner, The Debut (1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure in the windowpane; —Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (1962)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. —Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. —Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome (1911)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Ages ago, Alex, Allen and Alva arrived at Antibes, and Alva allowing all, allowing anyone, against Alex's admonition, against Allen's angry assertion: another African amusement . . . anyhow, as all argued, an awesome African army assembled and arduously advanced against an African anthill, assiduously annihilating ant after ant, and afterward, Alex astonishingly accuses Albert as also accepting Africa's antipodal ant annexation. —Walter Abish, Alphabetical Africa (1974)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. —C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1952)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. —Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (1952)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. It was the day my grandmother exploded. —Iain M. Banks, The Crow Road (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. —Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Elmer Gantry was drunk. —Sinclair Lewis, Elmer Gantry (1927)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall. —Louise Erdrich, Tracks (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. It was a pleasure to burn. —Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. —Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (1951)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression. —Flann O'Brien, At Swim-Two-Birds (1939)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. I was born in the Year 1632, in the City of York, of a good Family, tho' not of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull; He got a good Estate by Merchandise, and leaving off his Trade, lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my Mother, whose Relations were named Robinson, a very good Family in that Country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual Corruption of Words in England, we are now called, nay we call our selves, and write our Name Crusoe, and so my Companions always call'd me. —Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe (1719)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/elastiquin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/elastiquin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street. —David Markson, Wittgenstein's Mistress (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.&lt;br /&gt;—George Eliot, Middlemarch (1872)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. It was love at first sight. —Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What if this young woman, who writes such bad poems, in competition with her husband, whose poems are equally bad, should stretch her remarkably long and well-made legs out before you, so that her skirt slips up to the tops of her stockings? —Gilbert Sorrentino, Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I have never begun a novel with more misgiving. —W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge (1944)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. —Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up. —G. K. Chesterton, The Napoleon of Notting Hill (1904)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. You better not never tell nobody but God. —Alice Walker, The Color Purple (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. "To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die." —Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. —Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Most really pretty girls have pretty ugly feet, and so does Mindy Metalman, Lenore notices, all of a sudden. —David Foster Wallace, The Broom of the System (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog. —Saul Bellow, Herzog (1964)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Francis Marion Tarwater's uncle had been dead for only half a day when the boy got too drunk to finish digging his grave and a Negro named Buford Munson, who had come to get a jug filled, had to finish it and drag the body from the breakfast table where it was still sitting and bury it in a decent and Christian way, with the sign of its Saviour at the head of the grave and enough dirt on top to keep the dogs from digging it up. —Flannery O'Connor, The Violent Bear it Away (1960)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peephole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me. —GŸnter Grass, The Tin Drum (1959; trans. Ralph Manheim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. When Dick Gibson was a little boy he was not Dick Gibson. —Stanley Elkin, The Dick Gibson Show (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Hiram Clegg, together with his wife Emma and four friends of the faith from Randolph Junction, were summoned by the Spirit and Mrs. Clara Collins, widow of the beloved Nazarene preacher Ely Collins, to West Condon on the weekend of the eighteenth and nineteenth of April, there to await the End of the World. —Robert Coover, The Origin of the Brunists (1966)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. She waited, Kate Croy, for her father to come in, but he kept her unconscionably, and there were moments at which she showed herself, in the glass over the mantel, a face positively pale with the irritation that had brought her to the point of going away without sight of him. —Henry James, The Wings of the Dove (1902)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. —Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. "Take my camel, dear," said my Aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass. —Rose Macaulay, The Towers of Trebizond (1956)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. —Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim (1900)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. —L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between (1953)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. On my naming day when I come 12 I gone front spear and kilt a wyld boar he parbly ben the las wyld pig on the Bundel Downs any how there hadnt ben none for a long time befor him nor I aint looking to see none agen. —Russell Hoban, Riddley Walker (1980)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Justice?—You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law. —William Gaddis, A Frolic of His Own (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Vaughan died yesterday in his last car-crash. —J. G. Ballard, Crash (1973)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. —Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (1948)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. "When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets," Papa would say, "she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing." —Katherine Dunn, Geek Love (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. In the last years of the Seventeenth Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at Oxford or Cambridge, had found the sound of Mother English more fun to game with than her sense to labor over, and so rather than applying himself to the pains of scholarship, had learned the knack of versifying, and ground out quires of couplets after the fashion of the day, afroth with Joves and Jupiters, aclang with jarring rhymes, and string-taut with similes stretched to the snapping-point. —John Barth, The Sot-Weed Factor (1960)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon. —James Crumley, The Last Good Kiss (1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man. —William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust (1948)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as "Claudius the Idiot," or "That Claudius," or "Claudius the Stammerer," or "Clau-Clau-Claudius" or at best as "Poor Uncle Claudius," am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the "golden predicament" from which I have never since become disentangled. —Robert Graves, I, Claudius (1934)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I've come to learn, is women. —Charles Johnson, Middle Passage (1990)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent. —Saul Bellow, The Adventures of Augie March (1953)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods. —Sinclair Lewis, Babbitt (1922)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. I will tell you in a few words who I am: lover of the hummingbird that darts to the flower beyond the rotted sill where my feet are propped; lover of bright needlepoint and the bright stitching fingers of humorless old ladies bent to their sweet and infamous designs; lover of parasols made from the same puffy stuff as a young girl's underdrawers; still lover of that small naval boat which somehow survived the distressing years of my life between her decks or in her pilothouse; and also lover of poor dear black Sonny, my mess boy, fellow victim and confidant, and of my wife and child. But most of all, lover of my harmless and sanguine self. —John Hawkes, Second Skin (1964)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. —Raphael Sabatini, Scaramouche (1921)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Psychics can see the color of time it's blue. —Ronald Sukenick, Blown Away (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. In the town, there were two mutes and they were always together. —Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (1940)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Once upon a time two or three weeks ago, a rather stubborn and determined middle-aged man decided to record for posterity, exactly as it happened, word by word and step by step, the story of another man for indeed what is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal, a somewhat paranoiac fellow unmarried, unattached, and quite irresponsible, who had decided to lock himself in a room a furnished room with a private bath, cooking facilities, a bed, a table, and at least one chair, in New York City, for a year 365 days to be precise, to write the story of another person—a shy young man about of 19 years old—who, after the war the Second World War, had come to America the land of opportunities from France under the sponsorship of his uncle—a journalist, fluent in five languages—who himself had come to America from Europe Poland it seems, though this was not clearly established sometime during the war after a series of rather gruesome adventures, and who, at the end of the war, wrote to the father his cousin by marriage of the young man whom he considered as a nephew, curious to know if he the father and his family had survived the German occupation, and indeed was deeply saddened to learn, in a letter from the young man—a long and touching letter written in English, not by the young man, however, who did not know a damn word of English, but by a good friend of his who had studied English in school—that his parents both his father and mother and his two sisters one older and the other younger than he had been deported they were Jewish to a German concentration camp Auschwitz probably and never returned, no doubt having been exterminated deliberately X * X * X * X, and that, therefore, the young man who was now an orphan, a displaced person, who, during the war, had managed to escape deportation by working very hard on a farm in Southern France, would be happy and grateful to be given the opportunity to come to America that great country he had heard so much about and yet knew so little about to start a new life, possibly go to school, learn a trade, and become a good, loyal citizen. —Raymond Federman, Double or Nothing (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. —Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. —Virginia Woolf, Orlando (1928)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. High, high above the North Pole, on the first day of 1969, two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of 1200 miles per hour. —David Lodge, Changing Places (1975)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did. —Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (1966)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. —Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage (1895)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.litline.org/ABR/100bestfirstlines.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114864539896012501?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.litline.org/ABR/100bestfirstlines.html' title='Las cien mejores primeras líneas de Novelas, según el sitio de Endora.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114864539896012501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114864539896012501&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114864539896012501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114864539896012501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/05/las-cien-mejores-primeras-lneas-de.html' title='Las cien mejores primeras líneas de Novelas, según el sitio de Endora.'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114774843524151990</id><published>2006-05-15T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:07:18.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo mejora con los bitles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/beatlessgt_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/beatlessgt_pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lennon/McCartney)&lt;br /&gt;Track 4 en Sgt. Pepper´s Lonely Hearts Club Band (1967)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time&lt;br /&gt;I used to get mad at my school&lt;br /&gt;The teachers that taught me weren't cool&lt;br /&gt;You're holding me down&lt;br /&gt;Burning me round&lt;br /&gt;filling me up with the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it's getting better&lt;br /&gt;a little better all the time&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it's getting better&lt;br /&gt;it's getting better since you've been mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me used to be angry young man&lt;br /&gt;Me hiding me head in the sand&lt;br /&gt;You gave m the word&lt;br /&gt;I finally heard&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the best that I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it's getting better&lt;br /&gt;a little better all the time&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it's getting better&lt;br /&gt;it's getting better since you've been mine&lt;br /&gt;getting so much better all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time&lt;br /&gt;better, better, better&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time&lt;br /&gt;better, better, better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be cruel to my woman I beat her&lt;br /&gt;and kept her apart from the things that she loved&lt;br /&gt;Man, I was mean but I'm changing my scene&lt;br /&gt;and I'm doing the best that I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to admit it's getting better&lt;br /&gt;a little better all the time&lt;br /&gt;Yes, admit it's getting better&lt;br /&gt;it's getting better since you've been mine&lt;br /&gt;getting so much better all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time&lt;br /&gt;better, better, better&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better all the time&lt;br /&gt;better, better, better&lt;br /&gt;Getting so much better all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114774843524151990?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114774843524151990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114774843524151990&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114774843524151990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114774843524151990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/05/todo-mejora-con-los-bitles.html' title='Todo mejora con los bitles'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114755116397643150</id><published>2006-05-13T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:34:24.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/flowerchucker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/flowerchucker.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo propio del amor es el error"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor Hugo, Los Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basta con que uno se enamore para que se viva felizmente angustiado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luis Eugenio Silva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El amor es lo peor que hay. Uno anda hecho un idiota y ya no se preocupa de si mismo. Las cosas cambian de significado y uno es capaz de hacer las peores locuras y de fregarse para siempre en un minuto. Quiero decir los hombres. Las mujeres no, porque son muy mañosas, solo se enamoran cuando les conviene"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mario Vargas Llosa, La Ciudad y los Perros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El amor no es repetición".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mario Benedetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo que mucha gente llama amor consiste en elegir a una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiese elegir en el amor, como si no fuese un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirás que la eligen porque-la-aman. Yo creo que es al vesre".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julio Cortázar, Rayuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yo quiero y tu quieres... yo  amo y tu amas... ¡No!&lt;br /&gt;Sin cosas a cambio. Yo amo porque amo ¡y punto!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ernesto Rodriguez en curso de "Poética del Habitar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donde radica la seguridad de amar?&lt;br /&gt;-En la satisfación de las necesidades más urgentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un usuario anónimo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Xime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He aquí lo que es amor: ser dos y no más que uno; un hombre y una mujer que se funden en un ángel; es el cielo.."&lt;br /&gt;Vixtor Hugo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114755116397643150?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114755116397643150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114755116397643150&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114755116397643150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114755116397643150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/05/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114714525632246972</id><published>2006-05-09T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:55:32.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Victor Hugo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/lithugo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/lithugo3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay mucho que decir.... mi preferido. Solo agregaré un dato bestia: Mucho tiempo creí que Victor Hugo era un nombre compuesto, como el de Roberto Carlos. He llegado a la conclusión que Hugo era el apellido. (Puede que me equivoque).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viajar es nacer y morir a cada instante"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                   Victor Hugo, Los Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuando se trata de las personas que amamos, nuestra prudencia inventa los temores más locos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                    Victor Hugo, Los Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Errar es humano, pero andar ociosamente es parisiense"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                     Victor Hugo, Los Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La burguesía es simplemente la porción satisfecha del pueblo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Victor Hugo, Los Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114714525632246972?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114714525632246972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114714525632246972&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114714525632246972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114714525632246972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/05/victor-hugo.html' title='Victor Hugo'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114694418868662185</id><published>2006-05-06T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:19:42.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>George Harrison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/g02768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/g02768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Harrison, Any Road, Brainwashed (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sugerida por &lt;a href="http://nuevehojas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vero&lt;/a&gt; , pero del mismo Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me love, give me love&lt;br /&gt;Give me peace on Earth&lt;br /&gt;Give me light, give me life&lt;br /&gt;Keep me free from birth&lt;br /&gt;Give me hope to help me cope&lt;br /&gt;With this heavy load&lt;br /&gt;Trying to touch and reach you&lt;br /&gt;With heart and soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114694418868662185?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114694418868662185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114694418868662185&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114694418868662185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114694418868662185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/05/george-harrison.html' title='George Harrison'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114671648782853541</id><published>2006-05-04T01:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:04:12.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Palaniuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/0385504470.01.LZZZZZZZ.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/0385504470.01.LZZZZZZZ.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este tipo escribió el Club de la pelea, y otras cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clothing is deshonesty in its purest form"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You turn up the music to hide the noise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem with every story is you tell it after the fact".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114671648782853541?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114671648782853541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114671648782853541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114671648782853541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114671648782853541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/05/chuck-palaniuk.html' title='Chuck Palaniuk'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114624979122989082</id><published>2006-04-28T15:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:43:11.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A propósito de intelectualmente aspiracional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/kjohans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/400/kjohans.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cumbieraintelectual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La conocí en una bailanta todo apretado&lt;br /&gt;Nos tropezamos pero fui yo el que se puso colorado&lt;br /&gt;Era distinta y diferente su meneada&lt;br /&gt;Y un destello inteligente había en su mirada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando le dije si quería bailar conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Se puso a hablar de Jung, de Freud y Lacan&lt;br /&gt;Mi idiosincracia le causaba mucha gracia&lt;br /&gt;Me dijo al girar la cumbiera intelectual&lt;br /&gt;Me dijo al girar... esa cumbiera intelectual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(“Jung, Freud, Simone de Beauvoir, Gothe, Beckett,&lt;br /&gt;Cosmos, Gershwin, Kurt Weill, Guggenheim...”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estudiaba una carrera poco conocida&lt;br /&gt;Algo con ver con letra y filosofía&lt;br /&gt;Era linda y hechizera su contoneada&lt;br /&gt;Y sus ojos de lince me atravesaban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando intenté arrimarle mi brazo&lt;br /&gt;Se puso a hablar de Miller, de Anais Nin y Picasso&lt;br /&gt;Y si osaba intentar robarle un beso&lt;br /&gt;Se ponía a leer de Neruda unos versos&lt;br /&gt;Me hizo mucho mal la cumbiera intelectual&lt;br /&gt;No la puedo olvidar... a esa cumbiera intelectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(“Paul Klee, Ante Garmaz, Kandinsky, Diego, Fridha,&lt;br /&gt;Tolstoi, Bolshoi, Terry Gilliam, Shakespeare William...”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le decía “Vamos al cine, rica”&lt;br /&gt;Me decía “Veamos una de Kusturica”&lt;br /&gt;Si le decía “Vamos a oler las flores”&lt;br /&gt;Me hablaba de Virginia Wolf y sus amores&lt;br /&gt;Me hizo mucho mal la cumbiera intelectual&lt;br /&gt;No la puedo olvidar... a esa cumbiera intelectual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pedí que me enseñe a usar el mouse&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo quiere hablarme del Bauhaus&lt;br /&gt;Le pregunté si era chorra o rockera&lt;br /&gt;Me dijo “Gertrude Stein era re-tortillera”&lt;br /&gt;No la puedo olvidar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero que pienses tanto, cumbiera intelectual!&lt;br /&gt;Yo voy a rezarle a tu santo para que te puedas soltar...&lt;br /&gt;Para que seas más normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jarmusch, Cousteau, Cocteau, Arto, Maguy Marin,&lt;br /&gt;Twyla Tharp, Gilda, Visconti, Gismonti...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendí sobre un tal Hesse y de un Thomas Mann&lt;br /&gt;Y todo sobre el existencialismo Alemán&lt;br /&gt;Y ella me sigue dando cátedra todo el día&lt;br /&gt;Aunque por suerte de vez en cuando su cuerpo respira&lt;br /&gt;Su cuerpo respira, su cuerpo respira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero que pienses tanto, cumbiera intelectual&lt;br /&gt;Yo voy a rezarle a tu santo, para que seas más normal&lt;br /&gt;Para que te puedas soltar...&lt;br /&gt;Cumbierita, cómo la quiero...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Johansen, Sur o no sur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114624979122989082?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sourerthansweet.blogspot.com/2006/04/intelectualmente-aspiracional.html' title='A propósito de intelectualmente aspiracional.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114624979122989082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114624979122989082&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114624979122989082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114624979122989082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/propsito-de-intelectualmente_28.html' title='A propósito de intelectualmente aspiracional.'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114597411778294274</id><published>2006-04-25T10:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:39:44.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Del diccionario de los perjuicios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/GustaveFlaubert.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/GustaveFlaubert.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he leído mucho de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Flaubert"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gustav Flaubert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1821-1880),  de hecho he leído más de gente que comenta de él. De hecho en un libro me encontré con una selección de lo que se llama "el diccionario de los perjuicios". Al parecer  en castellano no existe tal libro, pero él si escribió uno que se llama "Diccionario de las ideas recibidas". Me queda la duda si corresponde al mismo libro. De todas formas, del libro en que lo citan, que se llama "El arte de viajar", de Alain de Botton, saqué algunas.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arquitectos: &lt;/span&gt;Todos imbéciles. Siempre olvidan la escalera de la casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inglesas:&lt;/span&gt; Extrañarse de que tengan hijos guapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoteles:&lt;/span&gt; Solo son buenos en Suiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italianos&lt;/span&gt;: Todos músicos. todos traidores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corán: &lt;/span&gt;Libro de Mahoma donde solo se habla de mujeres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Negros: &lt;/span&gt;Asombrarse de que su saliva sea blanca y de que hablen francés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Odaliscas: &lt;/span&gt;Todas las mujeres del desierto son odaliscas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barba: &lt;/span&gt;Signo de fuerza. Demasiada barba provoca la caída del cabello. Útil para proteger las corbatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inspiración poética: &lt;/span&gt; Causas que la provocan: la vista del mar, el amor, la mujer, el vino, etcétera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viejo:&lt;/span&gt; A propósito de una inundación, una tormenta, etcétera, los viejos del lugar nunca recuerdan haber visto una semejante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114597411778294274?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114597411778294274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114597411778294274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114597411778294274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114597411778294274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/del-diccionario-de-los-perjuicios.html' title='Del diccionario de los perjuicios'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114565220343591211</id><published>2006-04-21T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:43:23.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Benedetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/benedetti-retrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/400/benedetti-retrato.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Las siguientes son citas de  Mario Benedetti. No anoté exactamente en esa época de que cuento las saqué. Todas son de su antología de cuentos editaa por Alfaguara. Me encanta como escribe. Es de los pocos que me ha arrancado carcajadas pro escrito. Nuevamente, se aceptan colaboraciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Después de todo, ¿qué crees que es la sinceridad? ¿que yo te diga lo que te gusta y tu me digas lo que te revienta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Las historias entretenidas pasaron hace mucho o las inventaron hace poco"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... sin esa gente apurada, feliz porque no sabe nada de si misma, que corre a mentirse, a asegurar su butaca a la eternidad o a comentar el encantador heroísmo de los otros; sin el descanso como bálsamo, sin los libros como borrachera; sin el alchol como resorte; sin el sueño como muerte, sin la vida como vigilia; sin la vida simplemente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"algo que se debe mirar en compañía, junto a uno de esos bien parecidos con quienes merece compartirse el mundo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pedir perdón es humillante y no arregla nada. La solución no es pedir perdón, sino evitar los estallidos que hacen obligatorias las excusas".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114565220343591211?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114565220343591211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114565220343591211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114565220343591211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114565220343591211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/benedetti.html' title='Benedetti'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114542509502950077</id><published>2006-04-19T02:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T02:38:15.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hansel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/1051467283_reszooowen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/1051467283_reszooowen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't like every other kid, you know, who dreams about being an astronaut, I was always more interested in what bark was made out of on a tree. Richard Gere's a real hero of mine. Sting. Sting would be another person who's a hero. The music he's created over the years, I don't really listen to it, but the fact that he's making it, I respect that. I care desperately about what I do. Do I know what product I'm selling? No. Do I know what I'm doing today? No. But I'm here, and I'm gonna give it my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hansel, Zoolander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114542509502950077?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114542509502950077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114542509502950077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114542509502950077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114542509502950077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-hansel.html' title='Just Hansel'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114536332501158490</id><published>2006-04-18T09:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T09:28:45.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aportes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/quinn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/quinn3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Indoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luego te volviste hacia mí y me miraste con una atención profunda y tan intensa que te impedía verme. De pronto la idea de mi existencia se apoderó de tu espíritu. Me miraste como si me amaras. A veces te sucedía.&lt;br /&gt;Digo que nada puedo contra este miedo, que no puedo evitarlo, que no puedo conocerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Tú no escuchas lo que digo. Sigues mirándome con aquella mirada que nunca he visto más que en ti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;M. Duras, en EMILY L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Vero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su amor no era sencillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los detuvieron por atentado al pudor. Y nadie les creyó cuando el hombre y la mujer trataron de explicarse. En realidad, su amor no era sencillo. Él padecía claustrofobia, y ella, agorafobia. Era sólo por eso que fornicaban en los umbrales. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mario Benedetti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una Propia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Difícil es patrón, muy difícil. para ello es menester una pizca de locura, de locura, ¿oyes? ¡ Y arriesgarlo todo! En cambio tu tienes muy sano el cerebro y él podrá más que tú. El cerebro es un buen tendero que lleva correcto registro de los gastos, de entradas, de beneficios logrados y de pérdidas. Es un prudente tenderillo que no arriesga todo,sino que aparta reservas para las contingencias inesperadas. no corta la cuerda, al contrario, la tiene bien sujeta en la mano el muy pillo; porqque si se le escapa está perdido. ¡Perdido sin remedio! Pero, dime tú: si no cortas la cuerda, ¿Qué sabor tiene la vida? ¡A infusión de manzanilla, no a ron, que te permite ver el mundo al revés!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikos Kazantzakis en Zorba el Griego. Texto dicho por Zorba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114536332501158490?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114536332501158490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114536332501158490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114536332501158490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114536332501158490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/aportes.html' title='aportes'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114511974710604828</id><published>2006-04-15T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T14:23:49.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>viajes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/Compartiment%20C%2C%20voiture%20193.%20Edward%20Hopper.%201938.%20Collection%20I.B.M.%20New-York.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/Compartiment%20C%2C%20voiture%20193.%20Edward%20Hopper.%201938.%20Collection%20I.B.M.%20New-York.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Los viajes son una brutlidad. Lo obligan a uno a confiar en extraños y a perderse de vista toda la comodidad familiar de la casa y de los amigos. Se está en contínuo desequilibrio. Nada le pertenece a uno salvo las cosas esenciales: el aire, el descanso, los sueños, el mar, el cielo, y todo tiende hacia lo eterno o a lo que imaginamos de la eternidad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;    Cesare Pavese, en prólogo de "El Placer del viajero", de Ian Mc Ewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."comenzaron a experimentar el placer, sin igual para el viajero, de encontrarse en un sitio sin turistas, de hacer un descubrimiento, de hallar algo auténtico."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;    Ian Mac Ewan, en "El Placer del viajero", p. 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esta vida es un hospital en el que cada enfermo está poseído por el deseo de cambiar de cama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Charles Baudelaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114511974710604828?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114511974710604828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114511974710604828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114511974710604828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114511974710604828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/viajes.html' title='viajes'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114502867369090945</id><published>2006-04-14T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:50:22.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aporte de Endora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/1600/venecia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7419/1353/320/venecia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(foto pedante de miguelito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ella.-... Y te encuentro a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Te recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Quién eres?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me estás matando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Eres mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ¿Cómo iba yo a imaginarme que esta ciudad estuviera hecha a la medida del amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ¿Cómo iba a imaginarme que estuvieras hecho a la medida de mi cuerpo mismo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Me gustas. Qué acontecimiento. Me gustas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Qué lentitud, de pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Qué dulzura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tú no puedes saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Me estás matando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Eres mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Me estás matando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Eres mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tengo tiempo de sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Te lo ruego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Devórame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Defórmame hasta la fealdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ¿Por qué no tú?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ¿Por qué no tú, en esta ciudad y en esta noche tan semejante a las demás que se    confunde con ellas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Te lo ruego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duras, Marguerite. Hiroshima Mon Amour, Biblioteca de Bolsillo 3™ EdiciÛn, EspaÒa, 1997. p·g 37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... y uno mío:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-¿Está usted enamorado?&lt;br /&gt; -  Pues si quiero a Colin (...) no me siento obsesionada por él, por su cuerpo, si es eso lo que quiere decir, de la forma en que estuve cuando lo conocí (...)&lt;br /&gt; - Por "enamorada" (...) me refiero a si haría cualquier cosa por la otra persona y ... si dejaría que le hiciese cualquier cosa a usted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Mc Ewan, El placer del viajero, p 68. El relato pasa en Venecia, de ahí la foto.&lt;br /&gt;(No soy tan riguroso para citar como indoor)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114502867369090945?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114502867369090945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114502867369090945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114502867369090945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114502867369090945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/aporte-de-endora.html' title='Aporte de Endora'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114493664488978959</id><published>2006-04-13T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:17:09.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>" El amor es como un árbol que crece por si mismo, que echa profundamente sus raíces en todo nuestro ser y a menudo sigue verdaderamente en un corazón destrozado.&lt;br /&gt;   Y lo más inexplicable es que cuanto más ciega es esta pasión más tenaz es también. Nunca es más sólido que cuando no tiene en qué apoyarse"&lt;br /&gt;             Victor Hugo, Nuestra Señora de París&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La memoria es el verdugo de los celosos"&lt;br /&gt;              idem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Al orgullo van siempre pisándole los talones la ruina y la vergüenza"&lt;br /&gt;             idem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" -Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;  - I'm pretty fucking far from ok"&lt;br /&gt;        Marcellus Wallace after being fucked by the gimp, in Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" La virtud siempre encuentra escollos en el durísimo camino de la perfección, pero el pecado y el vicio se ven tan favorecidos por la fortuna"&lt;br /&gt;              José Saramago, Ensayo sobre la ceguera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Las respuestas no llegan siempre cuando uno las necesita, muchas veces ocurre que quedarse esperando es la única respuesta posible"&lt;br /&gt;              idem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114493664488978959?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114493664488978959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114493664488978959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114493664488978959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114493664488978959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26034940.post-114493549361788485</id><published>2006-04-13T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:50:11.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Por que?</title><content type='html'>Hace tiempo conocí un cura que leía con tres lápices: Uno para subrayar, otro para hacer anotaciones al borde, y otro para transcribir.  Para mí los libros son el mejor objeto de decoración de cualquier lugar. Además de ser bonitos muestran o dicen cosas de sus dueños (incluso si no los han leído).&lt;br /&gt;Años atrás una  tía me regaló un libro que encontré tan bonito, que además de leerlo en contadas ocasiones, fue el primer libro que subrayé y que anoté cosas. Hay mucha gente que es capaz de decir de manera tan precisa, o bonita, o distinta cosas que son evidentes, que empecé a anotarlas. Hoy quiero empezar un registro de ella, y si recibo coperaciones, bienvenidas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26034940-114493549361788485?l=citaconmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/114493549361788485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26034940&amp;postID=114493549361788485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114493549361788485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26034940/posts/default/114493549361788485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citaconmigo.blogspot.com/2006/04/por-que.html' title='¿Por que?'/><author><name>Miguelito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02184162604308155401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
