tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77791960090644741222024-02-18T18:24:00.467-08:00Caramelo de UvaCaramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-27675572104068561992010-11-04T09:00:00.000-07:002010-11-04T09:14:20.792-07:00021. Viaje<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJwdo4t4tw5Eio_xJyhNp_MRc7cnAvE2kSECx5tW9krxU5fVeQNhUVDzdtwM4ykjTui_uNSf-qeBaFRu1KfXJsvhBdWscYpNPg6zBlRKROHJKE60s7Zyt8YhO24HoVndinoQBGcrEyh8/s1600/DSC01954+-+copia.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535725343924933218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJwdo4t4tw5Eio_xJyhNp_MRc7cnAvE2kSECx5tW9krxU5fVeQNhUVDzdtwM4ykjTui_uNSf-qeBaFRu1KfXJsvhBdWscYpNPg6zBlRKROHJKE60s7Zyt8YhO24HoVndinoQBGcrEyh8/s320/DSC01954+-+copia.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#993399;">"La última onda, limpia y azul, ha caído tan cerca de mí que puedo sentir su pensamiento"</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Luis Hernández</span>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-31665597999267467682009-09-29T19:07:00.000-07:002010-11-04T09:15:01.485-07:00020. Espejo reflejo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsUzSWdzAzUFpbO2H1MrB2rcIDiuKZs6t4AA6ykbgfPL0HTvbizx58iuZPykLqAfh50F856Zv636u6qz8RgpOr9RbwJF6U6hIUIArdGV1YFp7LYFOHYwaT-DGpjmJIWKMcieqV9Wc7Jg/s1600-h/test.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387077626660605250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTsUzSWdzAzUFpbO2H1MrB2rcIDiuKZs6t4AA6ykbgfPL0HTvbizx58iuZPykLqAfh50F856Zv636u6qz8RgpOr9RbwJF6U6hIUIArdGV1YFp7LYFOHYwaT-DGpjmJIWKMcieqV9Wc7Jg/s320/test.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"Más allá de cualquier zona prohibida hay un espejo para nuestra triste transparencia"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Alejandra Pizarnik</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-43743347679568228092009-07-21T06:20:00.001-07:002009-07-21T06:28:39.332-07:00019. Silencios<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FprvA8le1MPtFm_CP1AQkGTVaT7awjAGogLG7XQTJ33WIH-v72kkBfWTYN90cdfBRmZ4A2M_0iNai-hcLjxeE8o1CNQtTr1F4qDezuKZDEyVFsu3NAVcjdaOwpMbb-ZZFfYc_kIW9uQ/s1600-h/vacios.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360903094048960466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4FprvA8le1MPtFm_CP1AQkGTVaT7awjAGogLG7XQTJ33WIH-v72kkBfWTYN90cdfBRmZ4A2M_0iNai-hcLjxeE8o1CNQtTr1F4qDezuKZDEyVFsu3NAVcjdaOwpMbb-ZZFfYc_kIW9uQ/s320/vacios.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"¡No le puedo gritar, no le puedo seguir!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Su barca empuja un negro viento de tempestad!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Gabriela Mistral</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-27529577490637136132009-05-06T15:09:00.001-07:002009-05-06T15:13:26.674-07:00018. Tres<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjlF85JQG7h9OAUPC4sdDTIi1nkEtf8btXTFoevteTn5RnA63VsfxivWhQfA1yczuS_gLZ4dfSomDzb-bn6yZeBfcHn3diwXxgaQucqxh7pbHSKxCyXYTVp7WaHNj-9nFtV75n1NYa94/s1600-h/arbol+luna.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjlF85JQG7h9OAUPC4sdDTIi1nkEtf8btXTFoevteTn5RnA63VsfxivWhQfA1yczuS_gLZ4dfSomDzb-bn6yZeBfcHn3diwXxgaQucqxh7pbHSKxCyXYTVp7WaHNj-9nFtV75n1NYa94/s320/arbol+luna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332836685245417442" border="0" /></a>
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<br />Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-84714987668810427512009-03-12T15:07:00.001-07:002009-03-12T15:12:49.822-07:00017. Cuando las rosas caen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpdiPaMJumWFyCqHz8UnKnzQolh7FMm1XRC8JkTyCwgAbRZVVjOpvzcezMcozw4pJvlKLemEgrEjAZN1tH0mRrYHbKXsMguEXKNUwfFtK7goZ-lj09bBGAJPXZnc4N4qnYiuloe44HqU/s1600-h/y+caen+las+rosas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312426874639090994" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpdiPaMJumWFyCqHz8UnKnzQolh7FMm1XRC8JkTyCwgAbRZVVjOpvzcezMcozw4pJvlKLemEgrEjAZN1tH0mRrYHbKXsMguEXKNUwfFtK7goZ-lj09bBGAJPXZnc4N4qnYiuloe44HqU/s320/y+caen+las+rosas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"El verano trae lo perdido, el mundo es esta calle de fuego donde todas las rosas caen y vuelven a nacer, donde los cuerpos se consumen enlazados para siempre en lo más negro del verano."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Blanca Varela</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-70345916864075596902008-12-24T13:45:00.000-08:002008-12-24T13:53:35.940-08:00016. Reflexiones<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiRURF48poAPnnmhPlO-OfJXC_9jSTxf_79wHXzf-AvCC5_D5wg2pSl3i8ZzESvwfWwWz-TY4g7QLiSs5985hEHZ-aAkuGQOb5qJtAoTa56x0tMM-bs93QQ4Mih7Xr0N-mjWbrQLsFjE/s1600-h/cielo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283477730128778130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiRURF48poAPnnmhPlO-OfJXC_9jSTxf_79wHXzf-AvCC5_D5wg2pSl3i8ZzESvwfWwWz-TY4g7QLiSs5985hEHZ-aAkuGQOb5qJtAoTa56x0tMM-bs93QQ4Mih7Xr0N-mjWbrQLsFjE/s320/cielo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">“El Reino de los Cielos es semejante a un tesoro escondido en un campo que, al encontrarlo un hombre, vuelve a esconderlo y, por la alegría que le da, va, vende todo lo que tiene y compra el campo aquel.”</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Evangelio de San Mateo</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-87461249813740573802008-12-11T14:14:00.000-08:002008-12-11T14:18:36.688-08:00015. Tentaciones<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMu4BYPGYEkzLN0Io9V-piEem1hKyXQuUBGwjypx08Pg-zl6TuY4JUZZHSE3n61V2siSlFTdxRW1YJ68C4NnZ8gNc2TXOCwW_zRc0WwiVgVal-KnmFkPCHjO3AnBr4wl3HwrZlgsOY5w/s1600-h/detalle+en+balcon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278660032299377586" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMu4BYPGYEkzLN0Io9V-piEem1hKyXQuUBGwjypx08Pg-zl6TuY4JUZZHSE3n61V2siSlFTdxRW1YJ68C4NnZ8gNc2TXOCwW_zRc0WwiVgVal-KnmFkPCHjO3AnBr4wl3HwrZlgsOY5w/s320/detalle+en+balcon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"Hay entre ellos quien dice: “Dispénsame y no me tientes!” Pero ¿es que no han caído ya en la tentación?."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Coran</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-5937537340999788532008-12-03T14:24:00.000-08:002008-12-03T14:32:58.580-08:00014. Sinceridad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgN0SWPPrTAFd4pkr4wnNIk-2HqsumTmWXYzYNcxxfvIzHcj-wgz55vGD0eS_oi-iTMR5KZ7L0aAiSBy-Lds0dSixkDaN-jNovYqMcRWskIsYcbSWKoaeHXtSyDpPzbsvi88TzhC7Xkfo/s1600-h/ausencias+espinosas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275694416520180306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgN0SWPPrTAFd4pkr4wnNIk-2HqsumTmWXYzYNcxxfvIzHcj-wgz55vGD0eS_oi-iTMR5KZ7L0aAiSBy-Lds0dSixkDaN-jNovYqMcRWskIsYcbSWKoaeHXtSyDpPzbsvi88TzhC7Xkfo/s320/ausencias+espinosas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"En verdad, se puede ganar a través de la pérdida, y se puede perder a través de la ganancia."<br />Tao Te King.</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-87001466645778985672008-11-20T19:06:00.000-08:002008-11-20T19:13:26.370-08:00013. Changes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvAhINIPLGuQODIv50qZ_CXWU4eYHhoHFPFVaHqxlaTw8Idj0-2QbOQD647ILFaqa1NrO8E1HGwtvcsrtRT_Uo0W1u4OncJeLEnPbKlGesbvyJPljmy5bZqQchriOpz4b792wefcYfLI/s1600-h/Changes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270942925503258146" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvAhINIPLGuQODIv50qZ_CXWU4eYHhoHFPFVaHqxlaTw8Idj0-2QbOQD647ILFaqa1NrO8E1HGwtvcsrtRT_Uo0W1u4OncJeLEnPbKlGesbvyJPljmy5bZqQchriOpz4b792wefcYfLI/s320/Changes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">“El Espíritu está más allá del cambio y del pensamiento; los ojos mortales no pueden verlo.<br />Reconoce que el Espíritu es lo único que permanece y cesa de sollozar.”<br />Bhagavad-Gita.<br /></span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-73363936556666327232008-09-06T09:39:00.000-07:002008-09-09T09:49:17.984-07:00012. Insomnia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWDT8Z0XafvqvcEAj-gKB8AoOu9n71MxQDNxZkXPMKkabTeCpBWzWaFq6NipBIakJZMbuyQnu4wbU_WNLu4VA5YTSknNX6jFPEgdwyXOzXhEJNV5BYzwYnTrAGt5FnYESy_UjCGq9Lyo/s1600-h/grapes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063271280578002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheWDT8Z0XafvqvcEAj-gKB8AoOu9n71MxQDNxZkXPMKkabTeCpBWzWaFq6NipBIakJZMbuyQnu4wbU_WNLu4VA5YTSknNX6jFPEgdwyXOzXhEJNV5BYzwYnTrAGt5FnYESy_UjCGq9Lyo/s320/grapes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"Cuando padeces de insomnio nunca duermes totalmente y nunca estas despierto totalmente."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">The Fight Club<br /></span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-72190883656487752262008-07-02T19:31:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:51.475-08:00011. Meditación<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8foK3M9ZTxPb62BTMtSuhfVk6kQ7Oq35N-S_-8pWv3EVw0dbtDtH5uMhoqaNYZpflEngX39uleJ2TSCJzOkrhXmJpLSiDCQo7lE0-LGUH9yke2uQYC2lvAEXWAKhrH1DUxWKDVZAeUQ/s1600-h/pic+011m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218611205345093762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8foK3M9ZTxPb62BTMtSuhfVk6kQ7Oq35N-S_-8pWv3EVw0dbtDtH5uMhoqaNYZpflEngX39uleJ2TSCJzOkrhXmJpLSiDCQo7lE0-LGUH9yke2uQYC2lvAEXWAKhrH1DUxWKDVZAeUQ/s320/pic+011m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"Bienvenido a mi morada. Entre libremente, por su propia voluntad, y deje parte de la felicidad que trae".</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Drácula de Bran Stocker</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-39054243169169780332008-06-25T18:20:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:51.814-08:00010. Denso<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLT4-fS2s_X30IJE6a3dBEdJbE63gAlnzBzecdsnEaOQ6EHDWncNRy-Uty9-7bRGx3MhWlRyvMai7COFru4s2OtJNV6665we4e_zwUS1WVwkGNYvqRt2iGfbPYxNgQq5XeWU34rgJmWtE/s1600-h/arbol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215994409268774082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLT4-fS2s_X30IJE6a3dBEdJbE63gAlnzBzecdsnEaOQ6EHDWncNRy-Uty9-7bRGx3MhWlRyvMai7COFru4s2OtJNV6665we4e_zwUS1WVwkGNYvqRt2iGfbPYxNgQq5XeWU34rgJmWtE/s320/arbol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"La venganza nunca es un camino recto. Es como un bosque, y es fácil perderse. Perderse y olvidar de donde venías"<br />Kill Bill</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-33909118816117390522008-06-21T13:17:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:52.079-08:00009. Suerte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQcl-5lr_lMYWGuop78owXMuPnfymCrz9YlXyw6SZb8xt1W0mBBQPRpcsne417ng4eYHEOHTQ0DTn0qIErfasVfvHnnp-w8JABr4L3RbzyExII1Ac2x7nvY-wXXrjLHzsvDhZWR1jNFT8/s1600-h/trebol+04h.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214433118808707890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQcl-5lr_lMYWGuop78owXMuPnfymCrz9YlXyw6SZb8xt1W0mBBQPRpcsne417ng4eYHEOHTQ0DTn0qIErfasVfvHnnp-w8JABr4L3RbzyExII1Ac2x7nvY-wXXrjLHzsvDhZWR1jNFT8/s320/trebol+04h.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"...la gente tiene miedo a reconocer que gran parte de la vida, depende de la suerte..."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Match Point<br /></span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-55876055366417081502008-05-29T15:19:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:52.218-08:00008. Paseo<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip9WErsQPWIxC_MALBEuqOhowe-tVKeqiNXH6szV2BoMY3M1JC9rfkLZ5oe360BaJHfb-T35cnHZ66X6qNUUyvWc3DwV4X0yb-v4bKPCkJe0a3uujWobsMmDIoTHFyeXxmIIIXXKBGOzs/s1600-h/factory.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205928573162322786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip9WErsQPWIxC_MALBEuqOhowe-tVKeqiNXH6szV2BoMY3M1JC9rfkLZ5oe360BaJHfb-T35cnHZ66X6qNUUyvWc3DwV4X0yb-v4bKPCkJe0a3uujWobsMmDIoTHFyeXxmIIIXXKBGOzs/s320/factory.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#993399;">"...Everyday is like Sunday</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">everyday is silent and grey</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Hide on the promenade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">scratch out a postcard..."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Morrissey</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-43909009315471061262008-05-26T17:15:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:52.475-08:00007. Sueños<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlVnP2HucQYh7ajQrExHanRtqYblO77GHdWJbsVGHin7ufVe9O6wC8vePA6wfdtP3HEPzhlOFkRRdy1p2ubwAKufV0o0q_swnOFGPujdhNvQdfZR1qqI_GStZ4yFGPjnogmePg35mCok/s1600-h/dia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204845772177780594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlVnP2HucQYh7ajQrExHanRtqYblO77GHdWJbsVGHin7ufVe9O6wC8vePA6wfdtP3HEPzhlOFkRRdy1p2ubwAKufV0o0q_swnOFGPujdhNvQdfZR1qqI_GStZ4yFGPjnogmePg35mCok/s320/dia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"...Im going but i need a little time,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">I promised i would drown myself</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">In mystic heated wine..."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">The Doors<br /></span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-29256761736099173372008-05-19T18:56:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:52.747-08:00006. Navegando<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusQufBJ8iwEWgT9M8r4Otc_rDpy0Yh1Qk5924pn2fxEsuGXDSS-J3CJWIDD2xAYoJfLZtplMZdQr3BBtCKw8mMcc0IBYjj8f0_0mFpr1zrJsHgvCvS5SZIpH29WdmRbQGRL-bpjZoq9o/s1600-h/boton.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202274978293663970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusQufBJ8iwEWgT9M8r4Otc_rDpy0Yh1Qk5924pn2fxEsuGXDSS-J3CJWIDD2xAYoJfLZtplMZdQr3BBtCKw8mMcc0IBYjj8f0_0mFpr1zrJsHgvCvS5SZIpH29WdmRbQGRL-bpjZoq9o/s320/boton.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">“...Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.<br />Touching from a distance,<br />Further all the time....”<br />Joy Division</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-8128517984179023972008-05-15T19:03:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:53.026-08:00005. En el Horizonte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPgwBxTi868G27o33Z9_gm9MhYYydaf3AzW26RzD-kW1XpNp_VaBtaSIeYq6b8SV83bln8wthupowguuVhZqpd7tuR9nvf_GjZ7od9Kpp5XOmDKiMf9DWSSXcg2umxjPY6-AUtTWWBNw/s1600-h/El+muelle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200791187351980242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPgwBxTi868G27o33Z9_gm9MhYYydaf3AzW26RzD-kW1XpNp_VaBtaSIeYq6b8SV83bln8wthupowguuVhZqpd7tuR9nvf_GjZ7od9Kpp5XOmDKiMf9DWSSXcg2umxjPY6-AUtTWWBNw/s320/El+muelle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"...Strange as angels<br />Dancing in the deepest oceans<br />Twisting in the water</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">You're just like a dream..."<br />The Cure</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-49538337345168297812008-05-06T17:43:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:53.153-08:00004. Tiempo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFSgwTihD1ZN4dmYf1QPDXhyTAzcCCBtJAeMuT92CJkzUIuTEVJfO-NDFY1dAUd04GhnWukeGO9Nrgx_4Ktd0aPoVtQkhCNqxqC373uwDizgd5HiYMRINnHvdNoHTFDTyW3hqXjTrVII/s1600-h/silla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197430499086687986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFSgwTihD1ZN4dmYf1QPDXhyTAzcCCBtJAeMuT92CJkzUIuTEVJfO-NDFY1dAUd04GhnWukeGO9Nrgx_4Ktd0aPoVtQkhCNqxqC373uwDizgd5HiYMRINnHvdNoHTFDTyW3hqXjTrVII/s320/silla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"Yo soy el tiempo que pasa,es mi muerte la que va en los relojes andando hacia atrás."<br />Jaime Sabines</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-54867494895732678232008-05-02T16:40:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:53.429-08:00003. Óxido<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmVvfk2s3YumwxDIwmHmKEeKN6tRs1O898iu78n-zaH22QzZ8d8hPL-Xv9ysBSpRzjb2u4sJOWTIXN8LziY4IDsBaYZo1SIHFU5NkkhG1H9yULD-x8ydwlMjgFXgRpkJzjIOzy9j38yQ/s1600-h/ca%C3%B1o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195930653557251810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmVvfk2s3YumwxDIwmHmKEeKN6tRs1O898iu78n-zaH22QzZ8d8hPL-Xv9ysBSpRzjb2u4sJOWTIXN8LziY4IDsBaYZo1SIHFU5NkkhG1H9yULD-x8ydwlMjgFXgRpkJzjIOzy9j38yQ/s320/ca%C3%B1o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"¿no hay agua, hay sólo sangre, sólo hay polvo, sólo pisadas de pies desnudos sobre la espina, sólo andrajos y comida de insectos y sopor bajo el mediodía impío como un cacique de oro?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Octavio Paz</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-65371354068209289812008-04-22T16:22:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:53.578-08:00002. Día de la Tierra<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSaGYzfk90x6cHZTeXuQK7tYbhp5qmKBzhXMw024PROD-Ul_6gtlc9NVBI_1MnsEvcdgR0BUKMHy39_KD7nb7OnNmbjjjOYdq5GPzxjAFMA3iZMAQlZidz_E2xLAiG6aCKQJM3wZSsmE/s1600-h/Sosiego.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192214896960855762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSaGYzfk90x6cHZTeXuQK7tYbhp5qmKBzhXMw024PROD-Ul_6gtlc9NVBI_1MnsEvcdgR0BUKMHy39_KD7nb7OnNmbjjjOYdq5GPzxjAFMA3iZMAQlZidz_E2xLAiG6aCKQJM3wZSsmE/s320/Sosiego.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#993399;">“Puede ser que para otro mundo pueda llevar lo que soñé,<br />¿Pero podré llevar para otro mundo lo que me olvidé de soñar?”<br />Fernando Pessoa</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779196009064474122.post-92112539194396507192008-04-18T20:20:00.000-07:002008-12-11T11:14:53.938-08:00001. Danza de Tulipanes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhxAYS59gHzBSkZrfvq29N6fIAl1Bzg8jbESoXF4Y2lylCpZTWoPQ-YNPD8d6i6E7T-yGSgQMgWqwLDLeOp8YWFSpRQlZYJw640Pb3bx438x9yMZKj-OE29OW9L79cWPZ0YpluRdAI0E/s1600-h/tulipanes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190791500777614514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhxAYS59gHzBSkZrfvq29N6fIAl1Bzg8jbESoXF4Y2lylCpZTWoPQ-YNPD8d6i6E7T-yGSgQMgWqwLDLeOp8YWFSpRQlZYJw640Pb3bx438x9yMZKj-OE29OW9L79cWPZ0YpluRdAI0E/s320/tulipanes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">"Unas campanas empiezan de pronto a tocar furiosamente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Y lanzan al cielo un aullido espantoso" </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Charles Baudelaire</span></div>Caramelo de Uvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03499579830836848538noreply@blogger.com1