<?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-2369003761941543616</id><updated>2011-11-09T06:59:35.745+01:00</updated><category term='Brian Wilson'/><category term='pintura'/><category term='Estela Plateada'/><category term='Albert Einstein'/><category term='spock'/><category term='ballet'/><category term='cómic'/><category term='El cant dels ocells'/><category term='Pau Casals'/><category term='Bruno Ganz'/><category term='Karel Čapek'/><category term='erotismo'/><category term='Paul Haggith'/><category term='Praga'/><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='Rafal Bujnowski'/><category term='star trek'/><category term='John Singer Sargent'/><category term='Ezra Pound'/><category term='ciencia-ficción'/><category term='Mediterráneo'/><category term='Pantelis Zografos'/><category term='Peter Gabriel'/><category term='Maria Mola'/><category term='The Beatles'/><category term='Gabriela Mistral'/><category term='Hiroshima mon amour'/><category term='despertar'/><category term='John Donne'/><category term='aniversario'/><category term='astronomía'/><category term='La Mer'/><category term='Walt Whitman'/><category term='Lisboa'/><category term='Billy Wilder'/><category term='Pixar'/><category term='Alberto Iglesias'/><category term='Furniture'/><category term='Wim Wenders'/><category term='Dardenne'/><category term='Beth Gibbons'/><category term='Pedro Salinas'/><category term='Arvo Pärt'/><category term='ciencia'/><category term='Palau de la musica catalana'/><category term='Barcelona'/><category term='sensualidad'/><category term='Dariusz Twardoch'/><category term='Hermann Hesse'/><category term='Dmitri Shostakóvich'/><category term='canción'/><category term='lugares'/><category term='Frederick Lord Leighton'/><category term='Charles Trenet'/><category term='música'/><category term='Javier Navarrete'/><category term='música clasica'/><category term='arte'/><category term='fotografía'/><category term='Julie Delpy'/><category term='Wim Mertens'/><category term='ideales'/><category term='Antonia Font'/><category term='literatura'/><category term='naturaleza'/><category term='René Laloux'/><category term='Buda'/><category term='José Saramago'/><category term='marionetas'/><category term='Cielo sobre Berlin'/><category term='Venecia'/><category term='Jochem van Wetten'/><category term='Alain Resnais'/><category term='Matthias Heiderich'/><category term='Before sunset'/><category term='Dostoievski'/><category term='Joan Manuel Serrat'/><category term='Leonard Nimoy'/><category term='relojes'/><category term='infancia'/><category term='Radiohead'/><category term='Tarkovski'/><category term='Pacifismo'/><category term='amor'/><category term='Marina Tsvetáieva'/><category term='Mafalda'/><category term='Quino'/><category term='historia'/><category term='George Winston'/><category term='Ray Bradbury'/><category term='poesía'/><category term='Silver Surfer'/><category term='Terrence Malick'/><category term='cine'/><category term='La niña del Mar'/><category term='king crimson'/><category term='Bob Dylan'/><category term='Earl E. Gibson'/><title type='text'>La niña del mar</title><subtitle type='html'>Bitácora dedicada a la mujer que amo. Bitácora dedicada al amor.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-3191379430115781449</id><published>2011-11-09T06:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:59:35.754+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Gibbons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarkovski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dardenne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Milagro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--N52y0PAZMw/TqWz_tNN88I/AAAAAAAAAQY/U8KNRF9vFDA/s1600/El+silencio+de+lorna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="364" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--N52y0PAZMw/TqWz_tNN88I/AAAAAAAAAQY/U8KNRF9vFDA/s640/El+silencio+de+lorna.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed height="30" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/869642448/d8a426e0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"El amor es ese milagro capaz de oponerse eficazmente a cualquier&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; especulación sobre la falta de esperanza en nuestro mundo".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicado al amor de mi vida,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mi compañera y esposa, en el día de su aniversario.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fragmento del ensayo 'Esculpir en el tiempo'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; de Andréi Arsényevich Tarkovski.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagen de los actores Arta Dobroshi y Jérémie Renier&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;en la película 'El silencio de Lorna' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="title-extra"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Le silence de Lorna),&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title-extra"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;dirigida por &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luc y Jean-Pierre Dardenne.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Canción 'Mysteries' de Beth Gibbons &amp;amp; Rustin Man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title-extra"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title-extra"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-3191379430115781449?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3191379430115781449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3191379430115781449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2011/11/milagro.html' title='Milagro'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--N52y0PAZMw/TqWz_tNN88I/AAAAAAAAAQY/U8KNRF9vFDA/s72-c/El+silencio+de+lorna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-7139005585824830438</id><published>2011-11-09T06:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:59:08.761+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música clasica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arvo Pärt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrence Malick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Donne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Campanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6HUh3d5ul4/TptekZGaepI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XXg8DFVAz9M/s1600/the-tree-of-life-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6HUh3d5ul4/TptekZGaepI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XXg8DFVAz9M/s640/the-tree-of-life-05.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="30" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/847224690/43f590bb" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Ningún hombre es una isla entera por sí mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Cada hombre es una pieza del continente, una parte del todo.&lt;br /&gt;Si el mar se lleva una porción de tierra, toda Europa queda disminuida,&lt;br /&gt;Como si fuera un promontorio o la casa de uno de tus amigos o la tuya propia.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguna persona es una isla; la muerte de cualquiera me afecta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; porque me encuentro unido a toda la humanidad;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso, nunca preguntes por quién doblan las campanas; doblan por ti."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dedicado a la mujer que amo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;la más humanista y sensible persona,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;en el día de su aniversario.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fragmento del poema 'Por quién doblan las campanas'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; (For whom the bell tolls) de John Donne,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; que en su día me descubrió La niña del Mar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Imagen de la película 'El árbol de la vida' (The tree of life)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; de Terrence Malick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pieza musical 'Cantus in memory of Benjamin Britten'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; de Arvo Pärt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-7139005585824830438?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7139005585824830438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7139005585824830438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2011/11/campanas.html' title='Campanas'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6HUh3d5ul4/TptekZGaepI/AAAAAAAAAQE/XXg8DFVAz9M/s72-c/the-tree-of-life-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-4136893238569507452</id><published>2011-11-09T06:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:58:22.070+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Wilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Wilder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lxvRw0eXiU/TqhKNAQW-bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zzAWiEv1zm8/s1600/El+Apartamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lxvRw0eXiU/TqhKNAQW-bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zzAWiEv1zm8/s640/El+Apartamento.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed height="30" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/880736893/85ceb742" width="494"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...También escribí en mi tiempo cartas de amor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;como las demás,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ridículas. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Las cartas de amor, si hay amor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tienen que ser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ridículas. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pero, al fin y al cabo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sólo las criaturas que nunca escribieron cartas de amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sí que son&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ridículas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicado, sin temor al ridículo, a mi 'Dulcinea',&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;La niña del Mar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;en el día de su cumpleaños.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fragmento del poema 'Todas las cartas de amor son ridículas'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;de Fernando Pessoa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagen de los actores Jack Lemmon y Shirley MacLaine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;en la película 'El apartamento' (&lt;span class="title-extra"&gt;The apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;),&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; dirigida por Billy Wilder.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canción 'God only knows' compuesta por Brian Wilson,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;en la versión incluída en el álbum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; '&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Langley Schools Music Project - Innocence &amp;amp; Despair' (1971-2001)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-4136893238569507452?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4136893238569507452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4136893238569507452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2011/10/cartas.html' title='Cartas'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4lxvRw0eXiU/TqhKNAQW-bI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zzAWiEv1zm8/s72-c/El+Apartamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-7684637621613160197</id><published>2011-11-09T06:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:55:49.921+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lugares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palau de la musica catalana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walt Whitman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Verso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJWOBVh-M1E/TrLCy2IEU7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/9d6-YZUX5eI/s1600/Palau+de+la+musica+catalana+001+%25281908%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="504" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJWOBVh-M1E/TrLCy2IEU7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/9d6-YZUX5eI/s640/Palau+de+la+musica+catalana+001+%25281908%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="30" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/909970137/cc7a7217" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"¡Oh, mi yo! ¡oh, vida! de sus preguntas que vuelven,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Del desfile interminable de los desleales, de las&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ciudades llenas de necios,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De mí mismo, que me reprocho siempre (pues,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿quién es más necio que yo, ni más desleal?),&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De los ojos que en vano ansían la luz, de los objetos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;despreciables, de la lucha siempre renovada,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De lo malos resultados de todo, de las multitudes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;afanosas y sórdidas que me rodean,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De los años vacíos e inútiles de los demás, yo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;entrelazado con los demás,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La pregunta, ¡Oh, mi yo!, la pregunta triste que&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;vuelve - ¿qué de bueno hay en medio de estas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cosas, Oh, mi yo, Oh, vida ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Respuesta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que estás aquí - que existe la vida y la identidad,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que prosigue el poderoso drama, y que&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;puedes contribuir con un verso."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;Dedicado a mi mujer poeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt; en el día de su aniversario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;Poema '¡Oh, mi yo!¡Oh, vida' de Walt Whitman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;que en su día me descubrió La niña del Mar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;Fotografía del 'Palau de la Música Catalana' de Barcelona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;obra del arquitecto Lluís Domènech i Montaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;e inaugurado en 1908.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pieza musical 'Hush, The Dead Are Dreaming'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt; de la banda de rock Furniture, original de Malasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-7684637621613160197?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7684637621613160197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7684637621613160197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2011/11/verso.html' title='Verso'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJWOBVh-M1E/TrLCy2IEU7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/9d6-YZUX5eI/s72-c/Palau+de+la+musica+catalana+001+%25281908%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5106111173063303040</id><published>2011-11-05T07:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T08:42:38.113+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marina Tsvetáieva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marionetas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pixar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Marionetas, parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0R0lm3Rnpbw/TqhPpPY9pmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/3BSCvdmk_a4/s1600/Up-h-1080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0R0lm3Rnpbw/TqhPpPY9pmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/3BSCvdmk_a4/s640/Up-h-1080.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed height="30" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/869651779/a91d7db2" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Tu alma y la mía son gemelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;como mis manos: la derecha y la izquierda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Tan cálidas y tiernas son unidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #cc0000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;como dos alas de un pájaro dormido..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicado a mi amada esposa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; en el quinto aniversario de nuestra primera cita. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fragmento del poema 'Tu alma y la mía son gemelas...'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; de Marina Tsvetáieva.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Image&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;n de la película de los estudios Pixar 'Up',&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; dirigida por &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pete Docter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Pieza musical 'Bread And Wine' de Peter Gabriel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5106111173063303040?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5106111173063303040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5106111173063303040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2011/11/marionetas-parte-ii.html' title='Marionetas, parte II'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0R0lm3Rnpbw/TqhPpPY9pmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/3BSCvdmk_a4/s72-c/Up-h-1080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5574009136468573822</id><published>2010-11-09T07:51:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T02:00:33.894+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthias Heiderich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albert Einstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Bicicleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TNGr-ibEWjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KlCC7749ZBU/s1600/Matthias+Heiderich+-+berlin+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TNGr-ibEWjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KlCC7749ZBU/s1600/Matthias+Heiderich+-+berlin+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/448340190/9db8b491" width="600" height="26"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"La vida es como montar en bicicleta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Si quieres mantener el equilibrio no puedes parar".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff420e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No conozco mayor pócima&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; contra la rutina, el desánimo y la pena,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;que la vitalidad y el entusiasmo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;que contagia la niña del Mar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ella hoy no puede parar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Serán renovadas sus energías,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;volverá a ser impulsada,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;en el día de su aniversario,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;por el dios Amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicado a mi querida pequeña en su cumpleaños.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pieza musical 'Across the sea' compuesta por Rivers Cuomo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; y registrada en versión cuarteto de cuerda por Vitamin Records.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fotografía de Matthias Heiderich de su serie 'Berlin'. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5574009136468573822?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5574009136468573822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5574009136468573822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2010/11/bicicleta.html' title='Bicicleta'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TNGr-ibEWjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KlCC7749ZBU/s72-c/Matthias+Heiderich+-+berlin+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5822426743139744474</id><published>2010-11-09T07:50:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T02:00:52.570+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mediterráneo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alberto Iglesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pantelis Zografos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lugares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Manuel Serrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Mediterráneo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TL4jR8F8ctI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yGUaGQKtwrE/s1600/Zografos+-+Santorini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TL4jR8F8ctI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yGUaGQKtwrE/s640/Zografos+-+Santorini.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/448327213/dcb91c63" width="640" height="26"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yo, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que en la piel tengo el sabor&lt;br /&gt;amargo del llanto eterno,&lt;br /&gt;que han vertido en ti cien pueblos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de Algeciras a Estambul,&lt;br /&gt;para que pintes de azul&lt;br /&gt;sus largas noches de invierno."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Un día como hoy nació en el Mediterráneo mi mujer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y como algunos de los hijos del Mar, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;heredó una médula de poeta que jamás mesuró,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de las naciones las fronteras y de las almas su linaje.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicado a mi amor en el día de su aniversario.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fragmento de la canción 'Mediterráneo' (1971),&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;compuesta e interpretada por Joan Manuel Serrat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pieza musical 'Opening titles' (The Kite Runner O.S.T.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;compuesta por  Alberto Iglesias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acuarela 'Santorini' de Pantelis Zografos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5822426743139744474?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5822426743139744474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5822426743139744474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2010/11/mediterraneo.html' title='Mediterráneo'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TL4jR8F8ctI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yGUaGQKtwrE/s72-c/Zografos+-+Santorini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-3111818881786094607</id><published>2010-11-09T07:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T02:01:13.542+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pacifismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música clasica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alain Resnais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El cant dels ocells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pau Casals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiroshima mon amour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>El cant dels ocells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TMFV25VjazI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GOvjJx3Kb30/s1600/hiroshima+mon+amour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TMFV25VjazI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GOvjJx3Kb30/s640/hiroshima+mon+amour.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/448344680/e8e0402" width="640" height="26"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Con la guerra aumentan las propiedades de los hacendados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; aumenta la  miseria de los miserables,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; aumentan los discursos del general,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; y crece  el silencio de los hombres."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bertolt Brecht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicado, en el día de su aniversario, a mi amada pacifista,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;comprometida ciudadana, mujer humanista, mi niña del Mar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagen de los actores Emmanuelle Riva y Eiji Okada en la película&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hiroshima mon amour" (1959), dirigida por Alain Resnais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pieza musical 'El cant dels ocells', canción tradicional catalana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;arreglada e interpretada por Pau Casals,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;con el acompañamiento al piano de Mieczysław Horszowski.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-3111818881786094607?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3111818881786094607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3111818881786094607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-cant-dels-ocells.html' title='El cant dels ocells'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TMFV25VjazI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GOvjJx3Kb30/s72-c/hiroshima+mon+amour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-1719280847641819324</id><published>2010-11-09T07:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T02:01:48.859+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silver Surfer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cómic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estela Plateada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Héroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TM6IVymOgJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wBUZgTo0Cpc/s1600/Silver_Surfer_Requiem_1_2nd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TM6IVymOgJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wBUZgTo0Cpc/s1600/Silver_Surfer_Requiem_1_2nd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="26" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/448785258/542f92d3" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Un héroe es todo aquel que hace lo que puede."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Romain Rolland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicado, en el día de su aniversario, a mi honesta e íntegra amada,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;y a todas las personas que de manera silenciosa y cotidiana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;realizan pequeños actos heroicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acuarela de Esad Ribic sobre el personaje de cómic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estela Plateada (Silver Surfer), creado por Stan Lee y Jack Kirby.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canción 'Lucky' compuesta e interpretada por Radiohead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff420e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-1719280847641819324?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1719280847641819324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1719280847641819324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2010/11/heroe.html' title='Héroe'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TM6IVymOgJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wBUZgTo0Cpc/s72-c/Silver_Surfer_Requiem_1_2nd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5419709293519147032</id><published>2010-07-21T13:33:00.027+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T02:02:15.395+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Joanne y Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc08Bf5pRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XTlEs-y2ORQ/s1600/p_newman_j_woodward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc08Bf5pRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XTlEs-y2ORQ/s640/p_newman_j_woodward.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed height="26" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/449098641/4799798b" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"La felicidad solo es real cuando es compartida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christopher McCandless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a mi  compañera, mi querida niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción 'I say a little prayer' compuesta por Burt Bacharach y Hal David&lt;br /&gt;e interpretada por Aretha Franklin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fotografía de los actores Joanne Woodward y Paul Newman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5419709293519147032?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5419709293519147032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5419709293519147032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2010/07/joanne-y-paul.html' title='Joanne y Paul'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc08Bf5pRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XTlEs-y2ORQ/s72-c/p_newman_j_woodward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-4542284480513276622</id><published>2010-04-11T00:00:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:06:50.265+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La niña del Mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafal Bujnowski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Mecánica celeste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/S9CCJJfypfI/AAAAAAAAALI/9gsgIi2dUGg/s1600/afal+Bujnowski+-+Outer+space,+2007,+painting,+oil+on+canvas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="619" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463009441680106994" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/S9CCJJfypfI/AAAAAAAAALI/9gsgIi2dUGg/s640/afal+Bujnowski+-+Outer+space,+2007,+painting,+oil+on+canvas.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las magnitudes molestaban mi sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero tú te diste, presente inevitable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin nada a cambio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;te sedimentaste en el álveo de mis venas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada esquirla orientaba mi ventura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada prolapso fue resurrección...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y arrolló la broza la fe de tu galerna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;instalados en la pausa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el orbe se completa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el uno existe, sólo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afuera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;infinitos faros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;boquean en la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poema 'Mecánica celeste' de la niña del Mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dedicado a su amado el niño de la Isla en el día de su aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura de la serie 'Outer Space' (2007) de Rafal Bujnowski.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-4542284480513276622?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4542284480513276622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4542284480513276622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2010/04/mecanica-celeste.html' title='Mecánica celeste'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/S9CCJJfypfI/AAAAAAAAALI/9gsgIi2dUGg/s72-c/afal+Bujnowski+-+Outer+space,+2007,+painting,+oil+on+canvas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-6814027196641325451</id><published>2010-02-20T01:36:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T01:57:01.953+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antonia Font'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jochem van Wetten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciencia-ficción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karel Čapek'/><title type='text'>Robot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEct4ZVlXSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/scwORUabyr8/s1600/jochemvanwettenlx9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEczmmJfFaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xqaaSju009M/s1600/jochemvanwettenlx9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEczmmJfFaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xqaaSju009M/s1600/jochemvanwettenlx9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="25" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/448788146/5aa0e811" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="color: #ff6600; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"HELMAN: No son sensibles, son agudos, estremecedoramente  agudos, pero nada más. No tienen voluntad propia. No tienen pasiones. No  tienen alma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ELENA: ¿Ni amor, ni deseo que resistir?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HELMAN: No. Los robots no aman, ni siquiera se quieren a  ellos mismos. ¿Y deseo que resistir? No sé. Muy rara vez, muy de vez en cuando...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ELENA: ¿Qué?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HELMAN: Nada en particular. De vez en cuando parecen estar  fuera de sí. Algo semejante a la epilepsia. Le llamamos el  calambre del robot. De pronto se les cae de las manos todo lo que tienen  en ellas, se ponen rígidos, les rechinan los dientes... y hay que llevarlos a la trituradora. Evidentemente es alguna  avería en el mecanismo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DOMIN: Alguna imperfección que hay que hacer desaparecer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ELENA: No, no, es el alma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FABRY: ¿Cree usted que el alma se hace visible en el  rechinar de los dientes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ELENA: No sé. Quizá sea un signo de rebeldía. Quizá sólo  sea una señal de lucha."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a la niña del Mar, mi mujer soñadora,  cuya empatía no tiene fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texto de la obra teatral 'R.U.R.' (1920) de Karel Čapek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Canción 'Robot'(2004) del grupo Antònia Font.&lt;br /&gt;Ilustración de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jochem van Wetten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-6814027196641325451?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6814027196641325451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6814027196641325451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2010/02/robot.html' title='Robot'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEczmmJfFaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xqaaSju009M/s72-c/jochemvanwettenlx9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-3081143456722683679</id><published>2010-01-20T21:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T01:59:50.377+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dmitri Shostakóvich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dostoievski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música clasica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dostoievski</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/S9B3ujgY5MI/AAAAAAAAALA/9Gazfk13RJU/s1600/110117917_3095c69f4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462997989689189570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/S9B3ujgY5MI/AAAAAAAAALA/9Gazfk13RJU/s1600/110117917_3095c69f4d.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed height="26" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/449111645/c6d06a7c" width="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;"En una velada de emigrantes rusos hablábamos de nuestros hijos. Alguien dijo:&lt;br /&gt;-Nuestros hijos se están volviendo norteamericanos.&lt;br /&gt;No leen en ruso. Es horrible. No leen a Dostoievski.&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo podrán vivir sin Dostoievski?&lt;br /&gt;Y todos gritamos:&lt;br /&gt;-¿Cómo podrán vivir sin Dostoievski?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergéi Dovlatov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi amada, rusófila sentimental, con quien comparto la admiración por el escritor &lt;b&gt;Fiódor Mijáilovich Dostoievski&lt;/b&gt; (1821-1881), el novelista predilecto de la niña del Mar y el niño de la Isla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieza musical 'Walts no.2' perteneciente a 'Jazz Suite'&lt;br /&gt;de Dmitri Dmítrievich Shostakóvich&lt;br /&gt;e interpretada por The Johann Strauss Orchestra dirigida por André Rieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-3081143456722683679?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3081143456722683679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3081143456722683679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2010/01/dostoievski.html' title='Dostoievski'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/S9B3ujgY5MI/AAAAAAAAALA/9Gazfk13RJU/s72-c/110117917_3095c69f4d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-8458951975027247921</id><published>2009-11-09T00:02:00.023+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T02:03:03.245+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='René Laloux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marionetas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dariusz Twardoch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Marionetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SvG_AqfMERI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Oqn7WVJpFUE/s1600-h/Dariusz+Twardoch+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400307446319943954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SvG_AqfMERI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Oqn7WVJpFUE/s1600/Dariusz+Twardoch+142.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed height="26" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/449852704/1443ad3f" width="363"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cuando no se es un dios, hay que ser dos."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún antes de entender las más sencillas cosas,&lt;br /&gt;el niño de la Isla comprendió de su existencia el sentido,&lt;br /&gt;con una vida por vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Amar.&lt;br /&gt;Aún antes de entender las más importantes cosas,&lt;br /&gt;el niño de la Isla comprendió que más de una existencia ha sentido,&lt;br /&gt;más de una vida ha vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Amando.&lt;br /&gt;A la niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a mi Mujer en el día de su aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Frase de la película&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Gandahar contre les hommes machines", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dirigida por René Laloux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pieza musical 'It is accomplished' de Peter Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pintura al pastel de Dariusz Twardoch, de su serie sobre marionetas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-8458951975027247921?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/8458951975027247921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/8458951975027247921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2009/11/marionetas.html' title='Marionetas'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SvG_AqfMERI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Oqn7WVJpFUE/s72-c/Dariusz+Twardoch+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-6756009967369521702</id><published>2009-11-09T00:01:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:34:38.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Saramago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relojes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earl E. Gibson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lugares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Winston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Relojes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SvHkF80P1QI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YcJDQsrbt4s/s1600-h/Reloj+Astron%C3%B3mico+-+Earl+E.+Gibson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="581" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400348219069682946" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SvHkF80P1QI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YcJDQsrbt4s/s640/Reloj+Astron%C3%B3mico+-+Earl+E.+Gibson.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/449858132/bd3dc71f" width="640" height="25" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Al escritor José Saramago le preguntaron si era cierto que los relojes de su casa estaban parados a las cuatro de la tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Su respuesta fue:&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutamente. Están parados a esa hora porque es el momento en el que conocí a Pilar, mi mujer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A las doce se pararon los relojes del niño de la Isla.&lt;br /&gt;A las doce, por la niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi Mujer en el día de su aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografía del Reloj Astronómico de la ciudad de Praga (1410) realizada por Earl E. Gibson.&lt;br /&gt;Pieza musical 'Minstrels' de George Winston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-6756009967369521702?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6756009967369521702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6756009967369521702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2009/11/relojes.html' title='Relojes'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SvHkF80P1QI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YcJDQsrbt4s/s72-c/Reloj+Astron%C3%B3mico+-+Earl+E.+Gibson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-8690332426223410836</id><published>2009-11-09T00:00:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:42:25.723+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wim Mertens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Haggith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despertar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ezra Pound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Despertar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc2WlrNKdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dm5G5k8HTfY/s1600/paulhaggith1sc4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc2WlrNKdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dm5G5k8HTfY/s1600/paulhaggith1sc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/452271795/b5c5ad6c" width="600" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La aurora entra con sus pies diminutos&lt;br /&gt;como una dorada Pavlova,&lt;br /&gt;y yo estoy cerca de mi deseo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada hay en la vida que sea mejor&lt;br /&gt;que esta hora de limpia frescura,&lt;br /&gt;la hora de despertarnos juntos.&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi Mujer en el día de su aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmento del poema 'El desván' de Ezra Pound.&lt;br /&gt;Pieza musical 'Watch Over Me' de Wim Mertens.&lt;br /&gt;Pintura 'Caravan' de Paul Haggith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-8690332426223410836?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/8690332426223410836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/8690332426223410836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2009/11/despertar.html' title='Despertar'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc2WlrNKdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dm5G5k8HTfY/s72-c/paulhaggith1sc4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-6331114291987544781</id><published>2009-11-05T15:35:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:07:59.949+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Before sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie Delpy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Vals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SvLjJ_YrSgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vWu5Vk3BhlY/s1600-h/before_sunset_09_1400x927.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="423" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400628663943907842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SvLjJ_YrSgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vWu5Vk3BhlY/s640/before_sunset_09_1400x927.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/obuV1KrvEYo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/obuV1KrvEYo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Aún mañana, en otros brazos&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón será tuyo hasta que muera&lt;br /&gt;Déjame cantarte un vals&lt;br /&gt;De ningún lado, de mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Déjame cantarte un vals&lt;br /&gt;Sobre un encantador romance de una noche"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi amada, en el día que se cumple el tercer&lt;br /&gt;aniversario de mi primera cita con ella, la niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción interpretada por la actriz Julie Delpy&lt;br /&gt;en la película 'Before sunset', dirigida por Richard Linklater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-6331114291987544781?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6331114291987544781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6331114291987544781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2009/11/vals.html' title='Vals'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SvLjJ_YrSgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vWu5Vk3BhlY/s72-c/before_sunset_09_1400x927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-1598472235805202167</id><published>2008-11-09T09:37:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:32:57.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música clasica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lugares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc20JTFt3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z6TFfoMfJLI/s1600/Bel%C3%A9n+Cossio+-+Tranv%C3%ADa+de+Lisboa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc20JTFt3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z6TFfoMfJLI/s1600/Bel%C3%A9n+Cossio+-+Tranv%C3%ADa+de+Lisboa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/452263343/79683ff3" width="500" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saudade" es una de las palabras más importantes del idioma y cultura portuguesa. La escritora Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, en su cuento infantil "la Niña del Mar", la definió como: "tristeza que se queda en nosotros cuando se van las cosas que queremos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él querría idear una nueva palabra que definiera fielmente sus sentimientos hacia la Niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Una nueva palabra que sólo ella pudiera escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosa y nunca escrita.&lt;br /&gt;Que en sus labios nazca y para siempre en los de ella viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi Amada en el día de su aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura '&lt;span class="bodystyle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tranvía de Lisboa' (2007) de Belén Cossio.&lt;br /&gt;Pieza musical 'Camille' (1963) de Georges Delerue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodystyle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-1598472235805202167?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1598472235805202167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1598472235805202167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc20JTFt3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Z6TFfoMfJLI/s72-c/Bel%C3%A9n+Cossio+-+Tranv%C3%ADa+de+Lisboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5086619731248737674</id><published>2008-11-05T08:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:04:39.263+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La niña del Mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música clasica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Paso de dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SRTqXGQVd4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kkdeEnDEXyc/s1600-h/ANGEL+SOBRE+AZUL.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266091546839971714" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SRTqXGQVd4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kkdeEnDEXyc/s1600/ANGEL+SOBRE+AZUL.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #993399; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/453163856/3caf6cc6" width="693" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace años, la Que Entonces Era tuvo un sueño. Se veía princesa de los bosques, reina de las mareas y emperatriz de las estrellas. Anhelaba ser princesa de los bosques porque el color verde de los árboles y el cromatismo de las flores le recordaban los veranos con su madre, cuando el estío era más fresco y la brisa de la montaña despeinaba sus cabellos oscuros; las mareas, en cambio, encarnaban el eterno y misterioso devenir del mar, y sabía que sólo podía domeñarlas el vértigo adolescente del náufrago al buscar la orilla en un océano sinfín; pero para poder gobernar soles que rasgaban el negro telón de la infinitud no bastaban cohetes, o esferas celestes, o naves espaciales: era necesaria la corona del sabio que por igual regía dentro y fuera, ayer, hoy y mañana, y que ella quería portar aunque sangrase su frente.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, la Que Ahora Es creció y fue dejando, una a una, sus ilusiones; primero descubrió que era alérgica al polen y que, por tanto, nunca podría señorear las multicolores extensiones de flora; luego, que las mareas eran traicioneras y mutables, y que su espuma no acariciaba la piel, sino que la anegaba, y las aborreció; y, finalmente, comprendió que las estrellas no eran más que nostalgia, moribundas lágrimas de una existencia desvanecida.&lt;br /&gt;Durante a penas un soplo en el tiempo, se sintió sola, decepcionada y harta, y quiso derruir las torres que un día sus manos alzarían.&lt;br /&gt;Mas entonces cayó una suave nieve en sus hombros y su melena, una nieve blanca que no era húmeda ni helada… Y entonces advirtió que eran níveas plumas de un Hombre que una vez había sido Ángel y no había entendido ni los bosques, ni las mareas ni las estrellas, y que al ser mortal y haber sufrido sonreía, porque había aprendido que la alergia se combate al disfrutar de lejos el paisaje, que las mareas se evitan con la búsqueda de calmos océanos de crepúsculo y que las estrellas se alcanzan al ser amado por la persona amada.&lt;br /&gt;El Hombre cogió sus manos y ella las apretó. “Vámonos” le dijo. “¿A dónde?” le preguntó ella. “A buscar el lugar donde gobernemos ambos…”&lt;br /&gt;Ella asintió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te Amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;La Niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Dedicado al Niño de la Isla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieza musical 'Paso de dos' perteneciente al ballet 'El cascanueces' de Piotr ilich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Tchaikovski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5086619731248737674?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5086619731248737674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5086619731248737674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2008/02/paso-de-dos.html' title='Paso de dos'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SRTqXGQVd4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kkdeEnDEXyc/s72-c/ANGEL+SOBRE+AZUL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-4605118436892022095</id><published>2008-03-21T18:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:06:43.295+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king crimson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Noche o Día</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc3GorQcvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HL9ThXbhFqA/s1600/Larks_Tongues_in_Aspic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="630" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc3GorQcvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HL9ThXbhFqA/s640/Larks_Tongues_in_Aspic.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;"Dame tu brazo, amor, y       caminemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;dame tu mano y sírveme de guía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Ya no quiero saber si es noche o día:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;mis ojos están ciegos. Avancemos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmento de un poema de Julia Prilutzky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi Mujer,&lt;br /&gt;que me ama y me sostiene,&lt;br /&gt;que me cuida y aconseja,&lt;br /&gt;que me envuelve y eleva,&lt;br /&gt;mi Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagen del disco 'Lark's Tongues In Aspic'&lt;br /&gt;de King Crimson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-4605118436892022095?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4605118436892022095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4605118436892022095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2008/03/noche-o-da.html' title='Noche o Día'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc3GorQcvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/HL9ThXbhFqA/s72-c/Larks_Tongues_in_Aspic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-2843539955719132375</id><published>2008-02-22T17:45:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:16:06.299+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ray Bradbury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciencia-ficción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Across the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R-QcxR0sVRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MFh5arVuw-0/s1600-h/Cronicas+Marcianas+Blog+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc5GSq3KLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ic6wAUemWqs/s1600/Cr%C3%B3nicas+marcianas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc5GSq3KLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ic6wAUemWqs/s640/Cr%C3%B3nicas+marcianas.jpg" width="532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/453160665/96a0ec5b" width="533" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El día 5 de febrero de 2008 la NASA transmitió al espacio exterior la canción 'Across the Universe', del grupo británico The Beatles, para celebrar varios aniversarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La difusión de la canción compuesta por John Lennon fue dirigida a la estrella Polaris, situada a 431 años luz de la Tierra. Con esta iniciativa, la agencia celebró, en simultáneo, el cincuentenario de su nacimiento y de la constitución de la legendaria banda británica, además de los 40 años del famoso tema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra canción viajó por el espacio a 297.600 kilómetros por segundo, el día de nuestro aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;Nos estará esperando cuando lleguemos a la Estrella Polar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi heroína espacial,&lt;br /&gt;mi compañera de viaje,&lt;br /&gt;mi camino y mi destino,&lt;br /&gt;mi amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagen de la cubierta de 'Crónicas Marcianas', novela escrita por Ray Bradbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ediciones Minotauro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-2843539955719132375?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2843539955719132375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2843539955719132375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2008/02/across-universe.html' title='Across the Universe'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEc5GSq3KLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ic6wAUemWqs/s72-c/Cr%C3%B3nicas+marcianas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5311314728446204710</id><published>2008-02-21T09:20:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:30:32.818+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Gelsomina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R703m4MN7EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V8i21J3p9Ow/s1600-h/Gelsomina+001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169349088349383746" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R703m4MN7EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V8i21J3p9Ow/s640/Gelsomina+001.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"El único símbolo de     superioridad que conozco es la bondad".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Ludwig     van Beethoven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Dedicado a mi ángel, mi corazón de oro, mi Gelsomina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Fotografía de la actriz Giuletta Massina en la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;película 'La Strada' (1954) de Federico Fellini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5311314728446204710?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5311314728446204710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5311314728446204710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2008/02/gelsomina.html' title='Gelsomina'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R703m4MN7EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V8i21J3p9Ow/s72-c/Gelsomina+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-2852338554679164713</id><published>2008-02-20T12:38:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:16:08.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infancia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciencia-ficción'/><title type='text'>Sublevación</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TNGYpqwlD-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/tzrxgHPelE4/s1600/Toy+Story+Martians.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TNGYpqwlD-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/tzrxgHPelE4/s640/Toy+Story+Martians.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Leer sólo libros infantiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acariciar sólo pensamientos incautos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disipar todo lo que huela a solemne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sublevarse contra la honda tristeza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Osip Mandelstam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a mi soñadora, amada niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagen de la película 'Toy Story'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dirigida por John Lasseter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c4cad4; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-2852338554679164713?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2852338554679164713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2852338554679164713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2008/02/sublevacin.html' title='Sublevación'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TNGYpqwlD-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/tzrxgHPelE4/s72-c/Toy+Story+Martians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-3378519129493946659</id><published>2008-02-19T19:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:43:17.159+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Tres Mundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R7sioIMN7BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q1rcCs9V3L8/s1600-h/Mapamundi+catalan+%281450%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168763070126615570" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R7sioIMN7BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q1rcCs9V3L8/s640/Mapamundi+catalan+%281450%29.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Identifico tres mundos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el mío,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el nuestro,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y el de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;En los tres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;te amaré para siempre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagen del primer y único mapamundi circular&lt;br /&gt;de la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;escuela catalano-mallorquina (1450).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biblioteca Estense de Módena ( Italia )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-3378519129493946659?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3378519129493946659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3378519129493946659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2008/02/tres-mundos.html' title='Tres Mundos'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R7sioIMN7BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q1rcCs9V3L8/s72-c/Mapamundi+catalan+%281450%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-814465565058711708</id><published>2008-02-06T22:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:44:06.421+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R6olegpFjoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MdM9cG_BJPA/s1600-h/el+bosque+del+luto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163981128822263426" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R6olegpFjoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MdM9cG_BJPA/s640/el+bosque+del+luto.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No me agradezcas&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que te he dado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;me ha sido dado&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sólo para ti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alejandro Jodorowsky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para la enfermera de mi espíritu,&lt;br /&gt;mi amada Niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fotografía de los actores Yoichiro Saito&lt;br /&gt;y Kanako Masuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; en la película 'El Bosque del Luto',&lt;br /&gt;dirigida por Naomi Kawase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-814465565058711708?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/814465565058711708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/814465565058711708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-me-agradezcas-lo-que-te-he-dado-me.html' title='Dar'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R6olegpFjoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MdM9cG_BJPA/s72-c/el+bosque+del+luto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-2189601238182313135</id><published>2007-11-20T07:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:16:41.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Búsqueda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R0KFsZlfqMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/51e696vNflY/s1600-h/En+la+ciudad+de+silvia+Blog.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="484" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134813522984675522" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R0KFsZlfqMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/51e696vNflY/s640/En+la+ciudad+de+silvia+Blog.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;"Toda la vida buscando a mi Mujer ideal,&lt;br /&gt;para amarla siempre y así ocupar mi lugar en este mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desistí y nunca me resigné,&lt;br /&gt;aunque alguna vez me fallaron las fuerzas y la fe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda la vida buscándote,&lt;br /&gt;para amarte siempre y así ocupar mi lugar en este mundo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi pequeña,&lt;br /&gt;mi amada Niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagen de la película 'En la Ciudad de Silvia' (2007)&lt;br /&gt;dirigida por José Luis Guerín.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-2189601238182313135?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2189601238182313135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2189601238182313135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/11/toda-la-vida-buscando-mi-mujer-ideal.html' title='Búsqueda'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/R0KFsZlfqMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/51e696vNflY/s72-c/En+la+ciudad+de+silvia+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-9116302273749969802</id><published>2007-11-14T07:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:18:04.607+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard Nimoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciencia-ficción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star trek'/><title type='text'>Spock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RzqVdZdHMtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5tvrPCtpX3g/s1600-h/spock1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEhP5AoPjLI/AAAAAAAAANA/Dn8VEnZNlRg/s1600/spock+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEhW7plbQNI/AAAAAAAAANI/fw4uwk-AJZY/s1600/Spock+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEhW7plbQNI/AAAAAAAAANI/fw4uwk-AJZY/s640/Spock+004.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Spock:&lt;/span&gt; El bienestar de la mayoría, supera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;James T. Kirk:&lt;/span&gt; ... al bienestar de la minoría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Spock:&lt;/span&gt; O de uno solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diálogo de la película "Star Trek II: The Wrath Of Khan" (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dirigida por Nicholas Meyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a la más humanista de las Trekkies,&lt;br /&gt;mi heroína espacial,&lt;br /&gt;mi amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fotografía del Actor Leonard Nimoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;interpretando a Mr. Spock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/2369003761941543616-9116302273749969802?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/9116302273749969802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/9116302273749969802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/11/spock.html' title='Spock'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEhW7plbQNI/AAAAAAAAANI/fw4uwk-AJZY/s72-c/Spock+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-4761819699257718498</id><published>2007-11-09T07:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:01:08.544+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversario'/><title type='text'>Semilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RzQHTm0N-tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z03KYQo4Re4/s1600-h/M80,+%28NGC+6093%29+-+Blog+-.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130733908900313810" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RzQHTm0N-tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z03KYQo4Re4/s640/M80,+%28NGC+6093%29+-+Blog+-.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="609" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"El Niño de la Isla está enamorado de una Semilla,&lt;br /&gt;él la llama Niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy la pequeña semilla ha crecido un poco más.&lt;br /&gt;Es tan intenso el amor que por ella siente,&lt;br /&gt;que percibe del futuro la eclosión de su semilla,&lt;br /&gt;diseminando Paz y Felicidad como&lt;br /&gt;nunca antes pudo nadie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi Amor en el día de su aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografía del telescopio espacial Hubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;al Enjambre de Estrellas M80 ( NGC 6093 ),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;situado a 28.000 Años-Luz de la Tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-4761819699257718498?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4761819699257718498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4761819699257718498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/11/semilla.html' title='Semilla'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RzQHTm0N-tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z03KYQo4Re4/s72-c/M80,+%28NGC+6093%29+-+Blog+-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-4556912414448342338</id><published>2007-05-04T02:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:23:09.017+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cómic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dobles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RzP7P20N-sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/U3awHdd7zPE/s1600-h/fight+club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RzP7P20N-sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/U3awHdd7zPE/s400/fight+club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130720650336271042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Me voy con las buenas gentes...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;las que viven con honradez...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;las que viven sin falsedad y no tienen dobles..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 'El doble' de Fiodor M. Dostoievski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dedicado a mi mujer,&lt;br /&gt;auténtica,&lt;br /&gt;honesta,&lt;br /&gt;sincera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fotografía de Edward Norton&lt;br /&gt;en la película 'Fight Club'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; de David Fincher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-4556912414448342338?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4556912414448342338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4556912414448342338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/05/dobles.html' title='Dobles'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RzP7P20N-sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/U3awHdd7zPE/s72-c/fight+club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-621032845370959442</id><published>2007-02-26T21:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:31:27.811+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Escribir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/ReNO1p0CYOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oiEY_ks8XsI/s1600-h/hammershoi.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEhOyoiXXII/AAAAAAAAAM4/_Pg4fLtXpdI/s1600/hammershoi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEhOyoiXXII/AAAAAAAAAM4/_Pg4fLtXpdI/s1600/hammershoi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Escribo para que mis amigos me quieran más”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel García Márquez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Escribo para no tener frío”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachid Boudjedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Escribo para mi amada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Niño de la Isla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi Musa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pintura 'La danza del polvo en los rayos del Sol' (1900),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Vilhelm Hammershoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-621032845370959442?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/621032845370959442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/621032845370959442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/02/escribir.html' title='Escribir'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEhOyoiXXII/AAAAAAAAAM4/_Pg4fLtXpdI/s72-c/hammershoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-2595272320665235327</id><published>2007-01-09T22:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:32:09.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Romanticismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RaQQiBQmUoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7xWBYfn1Xgc/s1600-h/Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti+-+Lady+Lilith.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018154061437227650" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RaQQiBQmUoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7xWBYfn1Xgc/s640/Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti+-+Lady+Lilith.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="528" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;El Romanticismo, exótico plumaje desplegado, vacío sino es real y sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que difícil es no caer en él, si un hombre ama con profundidad y siente que, con palabras, su verdad no sabe expresar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo diré cada día:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te quiero, amor mío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pintura 'Lady Lilith',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de Dante Gabriel Rossetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-2595272320665235327?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2595272320665235327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2595272320665235327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/01/romanticismo.html' title='Romanticismo'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RaQQiBQmUoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7xWBYfn1Xgc/s72-c/Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti+-+Lady+Lilith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-4938680821824115993</id><published>2007-01-02T13:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:45:30.169+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infancia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Mola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javier Navarrete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgOcD_cMeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/J_8fPbAsdIw/s1600/blue+horse_Maria+Mola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgOcD_cMeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/J_8fPbAsdIw/s1600/blue+horse_Maria+Mola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="20" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/453181294/66bab1da" width="575"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Tú no puedes volver atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque la vida ya te empuja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;como un aullido interminable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hija mía, es mejor vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;con la alegría de los hombres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que llorar ante el muro ciego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te sentirás acorralada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;te sentirás perdida o sola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tal vez querrás no haber nacido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo sé muy bien que te dirán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que la vida no tiene objeto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que es un asunto desgraciado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entonces siempre acuérdate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de lo que un día yo escribí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pensando en ti como ahora pienso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un hombre solo, una mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;así tomados, de uno en uno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;son como polvo, no son nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero yo cuando te hablo a ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuando te escribo estas palabras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pienso también en otros hombres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu destino está en los demás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tu futuro es tu propia vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tu dignidad es la de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Otros esperan que resistas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que les ayude tu alegría,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tu canción entre sus canciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entonces siempre acuérdate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de lo que un día yo escribí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pensando en ti como ahora pienso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca te entregues ni te apartes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;junto al camino, nunca digas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no puedo más y aquí me quedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La vida es bella, tú verás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;como a pesar de los pesares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tendrás amor, tendrás amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por lo demás no hay elección&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y este mundo tal como es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;será todo tu patrimonio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdóname, no sé decirte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nada más, pero tú comprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que yo aún estoy en el camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y siempre siempre acuérdate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de lo que un día yo escribí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pensando en ti como ahora pienso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Palabras para Julia',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de José Agustín Goytisolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dedicado a mi pequeña, mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pieza musical 'Hace mucho, mucho tiempo',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;extraída de la banda sonora de Javier Navarrete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;para la película 'El Laberinto del Fauno',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dirigida por Guillermo del Toro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ilustración "Blue Horse" de María Mola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-4938680821824115993?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4938680821824115993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4938680821824115993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/01/nana.html' title='Nana'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgOcD_cMeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/J_8fPbAsdIw/s72-c/blue+horse_Maria+Mola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5976745426597190190</id><published>2007-01-02T04:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:33:02.616+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>En mis sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RZnUWjDwH8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/poHPd6YfgKg/s1600-h/amelie+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="321" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015273143886946242" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RZnUWjDwH8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/poHPd6YfgKg/s640/amelie+25.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"-Está enamorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-pero si no la conozco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-claro que la conoces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-¿ desde cuándo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-desde siempre, en tus sueños."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Diálogo e imagen de la actriz Audrey Tattou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;en la película 'Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dirigida por Jean-Pierre Jeunet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dedicado a la mujer con la que siempre he soñado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mi amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5976745426597190190?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5976745426597190190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5976745426597190190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/01/en-mis-sueos.html' title='En mis sueños'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RZnUWjDwH8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/poHPd6YfgKg/s72-c/amelie+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-472772438331848093</id><published>2007-01-01T19:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T03:15:05.485+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriela Mistral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Singer Sargent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Guardián</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wE6y-TQ6gaM/TrXspsKN-QI/AAAAAAAAARo/E_crGXuSSLE/s1600/John_Singer_Sargent_-_Carnation_Lily_Lily_Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wE6y-TQ6gaM/TrXspsKN-QI/AAAAAAAAARo/E_crGXuSSLE/s640/John_Singer_Sargent_-_Carnation_Lily_Lily_Rose.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Es verdad, no es un cuento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hay un Ángel Guardián&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que te toma y te lleva como el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y con los niños va por donde van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiene cabellos suaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que van en la venteada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ojos dulces y graves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que te sosiegan con una mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y matan miedos dando claridad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(No es un cuento, es verdad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Él tiene cuerpo, manos y pies de alas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y las seis alas vuelan o resbalan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;las seis te llevan de su aire batido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y lo mismo te llevan de dormido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hace más dulce la pulpa madura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que entre tus labios golosos estrujas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;rompe a la nuez su taimada envoltura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y es quien te libra de gnomos y brujas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Es quien te ayuda a que cortes las rosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que están sentadas en trampas de espinas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;el que te pasa las aguas mañosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y el que te sube las cuestas más pinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y aunque camine contigo apareado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;como la guinda y la guinda bermeja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuando su seña te pone el pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;recoge tu alma y el cuerpo te deja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Es verdad, no es un cuento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hay un Ángel Guardián&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que te toma y te lleva como el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y con los niños va por donde van."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'El Ángel Guardián' de Gabriela Mistral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dedicado a mi querida peque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura 'Carnation Lily Lily Rose'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, de John Singer Sargent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;perteneciente al museo Tate Britain en Londres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-472772438331848093?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/472772438331848093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/472772438331848093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/01/guardin.html' title='Guardián'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wE6y-TQ6gaM/TrXspsKN-QI/AAAAAAAAARo/E_crGXuSSLE/s72-c/John_Singer_Sargent_-_Carnation_Lily_Lily_Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-2502049785273297761</id><published>2007-01-01T17:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:33:59.586+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Hacha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RZlPnDDwH6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UsVzY6MCJX4/s1600-h/Ann+Baldwin+-+Act+One.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015127192308293538" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RZlPnDDwH6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UsVzY6MCJX4/s640/Ann+Baldwin+-+Act+One.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Un libro debería ser como un hacha&lt;br /&gt;ante el mar congelado que tenemos dentro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frank Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi amada autora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura 'Act One' de Ann Baldwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-2502049785273297761?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2502049785273297761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2502049785273297761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2007/01/hacha.html' title='Hacha'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RZlPnDDwH6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UsVzY6MCJX4/s72-c/Ann+Baldwin+-+Act+One.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-7228019419230553475</id><published>2006-12-20T12:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:34:21.752+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensualidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Éxtasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RYm80kSrn6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wHAckgrt10M/s1600-h/8597406.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="494" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010743671707639714" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RYm80kSrn6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wHAckgrt10M/s640/8597406.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lienzo embebido en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;es ahora mi cuerpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;del todo desasido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y sin otra envoltura que tu imagen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;En mí te llevo como si cargara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobrecogida sangre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sales de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hacia el encuentro, génesis reciente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y yo bebo y respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu exhalación, la rama de tu gozo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allí donde se forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el color de tus brazos enlazados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gira el anillo impar que me contiene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadie me busque, nadie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soy tu vigilia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;me disuelvo, pequeña,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;en la dulzura que tu pecho emana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soy tu sombra y la mía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;soy un desprendimiento de ti mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allí donde comienza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;esa felicidad sufriente y bella,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;voy a tu encuentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me despojo de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;con un sacudimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de aterrados manzanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puedo en amor morir que seguiría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;recorriendo la tierra con tus pasos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;en tus manos ahogada".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Éxtasis' de María Granata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi sensual amante,&lt;br /&gt;mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-7228019419230553475?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7228019419230553475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7228019419230553475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/xtasis.html' title='Éxtasis'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RYm80kSrn6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wHAckgrt10M/s72-c/8597406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-8835412349349628458</id><published>2006-12-15T01:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:55:38.294+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Manuel Serrat'/><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgRv0JK_gI/AAAAAAAAAPI/o2kmLuxOUsE/s1600/Paz+Vega.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgRv0JK_gI/AAAAAAAAAPI/o2kmLuxOUsE/s1600/Paz+Vega.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ay, mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;sin tí no entiendo el despertar.&lt;br /&gt;Ay, mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;sin tí mi cama es ancha.&lt;br /&gt;Ay, mi amor&lt;br /&gt;que me desvela la verdad...&lt;br /&gt;Entre tú y yo, la soledad&lt;br /&gt;y un manojillo de escarcha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Romance de Curro -El Palmo-'&lt;br /&gt;de Juan Manel Serrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi pequeña,&lt;br /&gt;mi rayo de Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografía de Paz Vega en 'Lucía y el sexo'&lt;br /&gt;de Julio Medem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-8835412349349628458?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/8835412349349628458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/8835412349349628458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/ay-mi-amor-sin-t-no-entiendo-el.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgRv0JK_gI/AAAAAAAAAPI/o2kmLuxOUsE/s72-c/Paz+Vega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-2318908211930050362</id><published>2006-12-13T02:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:08:19.930+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Brazos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgUUAN5DHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/u9ymPqwUGYQ/s1600/HERO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgUUAN5DHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/u9ymPqwUGYQ/s1600/HERO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dame la mano, amor, que no podemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;descansar todavía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tendrás que recorrer conmigo el tiempo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mira cuánta distancia hasta la nieve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuántos copos de tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;para olvidar los ojos del pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y encontrar el mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;con un beso en la boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si no puedes con todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;te llevaré en los brazos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has visto que soy fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y que puedo arrasar todo el abismo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apóyate en mi hombro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mí nada me agota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ni siquiera la lluvia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fragmento de "De este largo viaje hacia la lluvia",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de María Luisa Mora Alameda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dedicado a mi pequeña niña.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fotografía del actor Tony Leung en la película 'Hero' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de Zhang Yimou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #85a6bc; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-2318908211930050362?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2318908211930050362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2318908211930050362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/brazos.html' title='Brazos'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgUUAN5DHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/u9ymPqwUGYQ/s72-c/HERO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5731547097130261779</id><published>2006-12-12T12:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:08:14.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dinero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhM7Ccsbp2E/TrT8d0U4sKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sQ_D6QxMcg8/s1600/Anothermountainman+BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhM7Ccsbp2E/TrT8d0U4sKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sQ_D6QxMcg8/s640/Anothermountainman+BLOG.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Si no hubiera sido tan rico, habría sido un buen hombre".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ciudadano Kane' de Orson Welles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a la humilde y honrada mujer que amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fotografía de Anothermountainman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5731547097130261779?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5731547097130261779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5731547097130261779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/si-no-hubiera-sido-tan-rico-habra-sido.html' title='Dinero'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PhM7Ccsbp2E/TrT8d0U4sKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sQ_D6QxMcg8/s72-c/Anothermountainman+BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-1766016690983747598</id><published>2006-12-12T11:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:08:45.292+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX6LzcyDaFI/AAAAAAAAACs/5mvgxcUzxxM/s1600-h/Wilhelm+Sasnal+-+Girl+Smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007593551698290770" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX6LzcyDaFI/AAAAAAAAACs/5mvgxcUzxxM/s1600/Wilhelm+Sasnal+-+Girl+Smoking.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No son los hombres de tu vida lo que cuenta,&lt;br /&gt;sino la vida que hay en tus hombres".&lt;br /&gt;Mae West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi niña 'mala'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura 'Girl Smoking' de Wilhem Sasnal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-1766016690983747598?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1766016690983747598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1766016690983747598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/mae.html' title='Mae'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX6LzcyDaFI/AAAAAAAAACs/5mvgxcUzxxM/s72-c/Wilhelm+Sasnal+-+Girl+Smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-4374837763987282619</id><published>2006-12-12T01:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:18:21.133+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensualidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Toco tu boca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX39aj04W-I/AAAAAAAAACg/tM7_VwRIoBE/s1600-h/Leone+Frollo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="382" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007436993441324002" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX39aj04W-I/AAAAAAAAACg/tM7_VwRIoBE/s640/Leone+Frollo.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Entonces mis manos buscan hundirse en tu pelo, acariciar lentamente la profundidad de tu pelo mientras nos besamos como si tuviéramos la boca llena de flores o de peces, de movimientos vivos, de fragancia oscura. Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo del aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar contra mí como una luna en el agua."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento de 'Toco tu boca',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;perteneciente a 'Rayuela', de Julio Cortázar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a la mujer que más deseo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a la única que amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acuarela de Leone Frollo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-4374837763987282619?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4374837763987282619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4374837763987282619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/entonces-mis-manos-buscan-hundirse-en.html' title='Toco tu boca'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX39aj04W-I/AAAAAAAAACg/tM7_VwRIoBE/s72-c/Leone+Frollo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5659556396905548921</id><published>2006-12-12T00:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:19:35.175+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Cerillas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX3vaj04W8I/AAAAAAAAACE/6zlkTS6UCJk/s1600-h/Richter-Candle-513-2-1982.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007421600278535106" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX3vaj04W8I/AAAAAAAAACE/6zlkTS6UCJk/s640/Richter-Candle-513-2-1982.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...Se apresuró a encender los cerillas que le quedaban, afanosa de no perder a su abuela; y las cerillas brillaron con luz más clara que la del pleno día. Nunca la abuelita había sido tan alta y tan hermosa; tomó a la niña en el brazo y, envueltas las dos en un gran resplandor, henchidas de gozo, emprendieron el vuelo hacia las alturas, sin que la pequeña sintiera ya frío, hambre ni miedo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmento de 'la niña de las cerillas',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Hans Christian Andersen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a la más sensible de las mujeres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi pequeña,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pintura 'Two Candles' de Gerhard Richter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5659556396905548921?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5659556396905548921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5659556396905548921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/cerillas.html' title='Cerillas'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX3vaj04W8I/AAAAAAAAACE/6zlkTS6UCJk/s72-c/Richter-Candle-513-2-1982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-1951808084018540035</id><published>2006-12-08T14:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:23:25.476+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Aliento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXljdT04W7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/olTu3BYfYEU/s1600-h/Hunter+O%27Reilly+-+Contagious+Beauty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006141815988444082" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXljdT04W7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/olTu3BYfYEU/s1600/Hunter+O%27Reilly+-+Contagious+Beauty.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Te quiero porque un día me llevaste  hasta el río&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y al vuelo de las aves que anidan en el agua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y me tocaste  el hombro para darme el aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que pierdo en ocasiones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque me miras  grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y me guiñas los ojos para poder seguirte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y me alientas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y me  acoges,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y me retienes por el aire cuando vuelo sin rumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o he perdido el  oriente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Te quiero porque un día...'' de Elsa López.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a mi pequeña querida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pintura 'Contagious Beauty' de Hunter O'Reilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #85a6bc; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-1951808084018540035?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1951808084018540035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1951808084018540035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/aliento.html' title='Aliento'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXljdT04W7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/olTu3BYfYEU/s72-c/Hunter+O%27Reilly+-+Contagious+Beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-2193820116298081778</id><published>2006-12-08T13:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:25:08.090+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naturaleza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXld0T04W6I/AAAAAAAAABs/MK9rQuPGW58/s1600-h/Gustav+Klimt+-+Tree+Of+Life.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006135614055668642" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXld0T04W6I/AAAAAAAAABs/MK9rQuPGW58/s640/Gustav+Klimt+-+Tree+Of+Life.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Debeis enseñar a vuestros hijos lo que nosotros hemos enseñado a los nuestros: que la Tierra es su madre. Lo que le ocurre a la Tierra también le ocurre a los hijos de la Tierra. Si los hombres escupen en el suelo, se escupen a sí mismos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nosotros sabemos que la tierra no pertenece al hombre, que es el hombre el que pertenece a la Tierra. Lo sabemos muy bien, Todo está unido entre sí, como la sangre que une a una misma familia. El hombre no creó la trama de la vida, es sólo una fibra de la misma. Lo que haga con ese ese tejido, se lo hace a si mismo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jefe Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento del mensaje enviado por el Jefe indio Seattle al Presidente de los Estados Unidos en 1855.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a mi amada, la mujer de las aguas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detalle de la pintura 'El árbol de la vida', de Gustav Klimt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2369003761941543616-2193820116298081778?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2193820116298081778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2193820116298081778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/seattle.html' title='Seattle'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXld0T04W6I/AAAAAAAAABs/MK9rQuPGW58/s72-c/Gustav+Klimt+-+Tree+Of+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5601172341229688405</id><published>2006-12-08T04:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:28:49.004+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensualidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Tentación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXjWUj04W5I/AAAAAAAAABg/MLTIg3VxoxY/s1600-h/Ian+Hamilton+-+temptation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005986634525072274" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXjWUj04W5I/AAAAAAAAABg/MLTIg3VxoxY/s640/Ian+Hamilton+-+temptation.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Aquí estoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperando que sucumbas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de rodillas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que el éxodo de tu cordura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;se mude a mis pechos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquí estoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tú no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento de 'tentación',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Ana Mercedes Collazo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a mi Sensual Mujer del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pintura 'Temptation' de Ian Hamilton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5601172341229688405?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5601172341229688405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5601172341229688405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/tentacin.html' title='Tentación'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXjWUj04W5I/AAAAAAAAABg/MLTIg3VxoxY/s72-c/Ian+Hamilton+-+temptation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-8534130850859506645</id><published>2006-12-08T02:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:36:37.420+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Internacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgblqV4GkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CZNjl5IhKjw/s1600/Republica+Espa%25C3%25B1ola+1931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgblqV4GkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CZNjl5IhKjw/s1600/Republica+Espa%25C3%25B1ola+1931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXjGIT04W4I/AAAAAAAAABU/fWfzwOZAVq8/s1600-h/republica_s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...Rompamos al punto las trabas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que impiden el triunfo del bién;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cambiemos el mundo de fase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hundiendo el imperio burgués.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El día que el triunfo alcacemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni esclavos ni dueños habrá;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;los odios que al mundo envenenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;del mundo lanzados serán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El hombre del hombre es hermano;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;derechos iguales tendrán;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;la tierra será el Paraíso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;la patria de la Humanidad..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento de 'La Internacional'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Eugène Pottier y Pierre Degeyter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicada a la concienciada mujer que amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartel conmemorativo por la proclamación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de la Segunda República Española en 1931.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-8534130850859506645?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/8534130850859506645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/8534130850859506645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/internacional.html' title='Internacional'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgblqV4GkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CZNjl5IhKjw/s72-c/Republica+Espa%25C3%25B1ola+1931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5921063060530692697</id><published>2006-12-07T20:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:37:56.466+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensualidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Vientre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXiDsz04W3I/AAAAAAAAABE/azU-Joxo9-o/s1600-h/Varanda.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005895791671794546" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXiDsz04W3I/AAAAAAAAABE/azU-Joxo9-o/s1600/Varanda.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #85a6bc; font-family: Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Menos tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;todo es confuso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menos tu vientre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo es futuro&lt;br /&gt;fugaz, pasado&lt;br /&gt;baldío, turbio.&lt;br /&gt;Menos tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;todo es oculto,&lt;br /&gt;menos tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;todo inseguro,&lt;br /&gt;todo es postrero&lt;br /&gt;polvo sin mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Menos tu vientre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo es oscuro,&lt;br /&gt;menos tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;claro y profundo.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;'Menos tu vientre todo    es confuso'&lt;br /&gt;de Miguel Hernández.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Dedicado a mi sensual amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Dibujo de Varanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5921063060530692697?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5921063060530692697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5921063060530692697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/vientre.html' title='Vientre'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXiDsz04W3I/AAAAAAAAABE/azU-Joxo9-o/s72-c/Varanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-7207584571227040961</id><published>2006-12-07T20:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:45:16.399+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Diosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgdEVzp-1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/rCe0f_g8TqU/s1600/greta+garbo+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgdEVzp-1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/rCe0f_g8TqU/s640/greta+garbo+13.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgc1pKObdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/al8BpFky1LE/s1600/Greta+Garbo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Esas nubes amadas se hacen al fin estatua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si acaricio, doy forma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y, en el azul, desnuda como una diosa antigua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;estás tú, sólo bella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento de 'Mujer',&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Gabriel Celaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a mi diosa del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fotografía de Greta Garbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-7207584571227040961?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7207584571227040961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7207584571227040961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/diosa.html' title='Diosa'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgdEVzp-1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/rCe0f_g8TqU/s72-c/greta+garbo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-6437778428437775967</id><published>2006-12-07T16:51:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:34:23.697+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Renacimiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUM6GAFHN48/TrUCjI1holI/AAAAAAAAARg/0d8o8CgBMBk/s1600/Dmitry+Kustanovich+%2527City+Rains%2527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUM6GAFHN48/TrUCjI1holI/AAAAAAAAARg/0d8o8CgBMBk/s640/Dmitry+Kustanovich+%2527City+Rains%2527.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Me siento solo cuando hay gente"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un día uní sus labios a los míos&lt;br /&gt;y ya no volví a sentir el vacío,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lejano ví mi retrato carente de sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atrás quedó  la espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;En mi renacimiento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para la niña del Mar, mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frase del actor&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sean Penn en la película 'La delgada línea roja'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de Terrence Malick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pintura&lt;b&gt; de Dmitry Kustanovich perteneciente a su serie 'City Rains'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-6437778428437775967?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6437778428437775967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6437778428437775967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/renacimiento.html' title='Renacimiento'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUM6GAFHN48/TrUCjI1holI/AAAAAAAAARg/0d8o8CgBMBk/s72-c/Dmitry+Kustanovich+%2527City+Rains%2527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-3510453665560681278</id><published>2006-12-05T03:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:55:08.059+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>ella y él</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXTgwGK8MfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DtwCnNcXlLA/s1600-h/Olenska.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004872202810307058" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXTgwGK8MfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DtwCnNcXlLA/s1600/Olenska.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No pregunto si el amor de usted sería para mí la felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sé solamente que sería la vida, y que, buena o mala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; o esta vida o la muerte es la que me falta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento de la novela 'Ella y él' de George Sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi querida niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fotografía de la actriz Michelle Pfeiffer&lt;br /&gt;en la película 'La edad de la inocencia',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Martin Scorsese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-3510453665560681278?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3510453665560681278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3510453665560681278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/ella-y-l.html' title='ella y él'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXTgwGK8MfI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DtwCnNcXlLA/s72-c/Olenska.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-1662122152811734274</id><published>2006-12-05T02:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:57:51.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La niña del Mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>El niño de la Isla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXTJjWK8MeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eEU93DT123U/s1600-h/400blowssea-thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="206" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004846694999536098" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXTJjWK8MeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eEU93DT123U/s400/400blowssea-thumb.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Las huellas de su sangre en las dunas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;delatan el origen del desierto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;El salitre, jinete de la brisa, acaricia su rostro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un día llegará inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;como una canción de cuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La espuma de la eternidad lamerá su piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y al fin la sombra del vergel marino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;secará sus lágrimas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;…e iluminará su ayer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poema de la niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dedicado al niño de la Isla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fotografía de la película 'los cuatrocientos golpes',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de Françoise Truffau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-1662122152811734274?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1662122152811734274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1662122152811734274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/nio-de-la-isla.html' title='El niño de la Isla'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RXTJjWK8MeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eEU93DT123U/s72-c/400blowssea-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-6526229559452158983</id><published>2006-12-01T18:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T02:58:30.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Arboles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/91288/Chad%20Robertson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="483" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/400/312265/Chad%20Robertson.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aun la ausencia de ella es una cosa que está conmigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y yo gusto tanto de ella que no sé cómo desearla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si no la veo, la imagino y soy fuerte&lt;br /&gt;como los árboles altos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero si la veo tiemblo,&lt;br /&gt;no sé qué se ha hecho de lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;en ausencia de ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo yo soy cualquier fuerza que me abandona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"El amor es una compañía"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Fernando Pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura sin título de Chad Robertson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-6526229559452158983?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6526229559452158983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6526229559452158983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/arboles.html' title='Arboles'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-4511158738337885247</id><published>2006-12-01T12:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T03:05:34.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgiWyr3lAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSReGWdiTsk/s1600/strange-days-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgiWyr3lAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSReGWdiTsk/s1600/strange-days-original.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/204833/Strange%20day.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"El amor del hombre que me ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;será fuerte como los árboles de ceibo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;protector y seguro como ellos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;limpio como una mañana de diciembre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;El hombre que me ame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;no dudará de mi sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;ni temerá la abundancia de mi pelo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;respetará la tristeza, el silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;y con caricias tocará mi vientre como guitarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;para que brote música y alegría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;desde el fondo de mi cuerpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;El hombre que me ame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;hará poesía con su vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;construyendo cada día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;con la mirada puesta en el futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;El amor de mi hombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;no querrá rotularme y etiquetarme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;me dará aire, espacio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;alimento para crecer y ser mejor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;como una Revolución&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;que hace de cada día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;el comienzo de una nueva victoria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fragmentos de 'Reglas del juego para los hombres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que quieran amar a mujeres mujeres'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de Gioconda Belli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dedicado a la mujer mujer que amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fotografía del actor Ralph Fiennes en la película 'Días Extraños'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kathryn Bigelow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-4511158738337885247?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4511158738337885247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4511158738337885247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/el-amor-del-hombre-que-me-ame-ser.html' title='Hombre'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQgiWyr3lAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MSReGWdiTsk/s72-c/strange-days-original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-3329785292259677594</id><published>2006-12-01T11:52:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:57:34.210+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lugares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermann Hesse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venecia'/><title type='text'>Venezia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TMQOtPvgDlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/u1tuSajy5xw/s1600/View_of_Venice_1888_Thomas_Moran.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TMQOtPvgDlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/u1tuSajy5xw/s640/View_of_Venice_1888_Thomas_Moran.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Más que todos los goces artísticos quedó grabada en mi memoria esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hora luminosa y aquel viaje matinal por la laguna cuando, al finalizar mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;temporada itinerante, me despedí de Venecia y de Italia con el ánimo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;embargado de nostalgia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento de 'La laguna', extraído del libro 'Pequeñas alegrías'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Hermann Hesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dedicado con amor a la niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acuarela 'View of Venice' (1888) de Thomas Moran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-3329785292259677594?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3329785292259677594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3329785292259677594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/venezia.html' title='Venezia'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TMQOtPvgDlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/u1tuSajy5xw/s72-c/View_of_Venice_1888_Thomas_Moran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5023576215400203275</id><published>2006-12-01T03:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T03:20:11.676+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cómic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Rogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQglpOii6FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zOQCeW_BYCk/s1600/Rogue-x-men-3978254-1024-768.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQglpOii6FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zOQCeW_BYCk/s1600/Rogue-x-men-3978254-1024-768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Mucha gente habla, pero pocos saben&lt;br /&gt;Que el alma de la mujer se creó en el infierno..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Fragmento de la canción 'Dazed And Confused', de Led Zeppelin.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a la pícara mujer que amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilustración del personaje 'Pícara' (Rogue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; de Cliff Richards perteneciente al cómic 'X-Men' de la editorial Marvel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQglpOii6FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zOQCeW_BYCk/s1600/Rogue-x-men-3978254-1024-768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5023576215400203275?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5023576215400203275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5023576215400203275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/rogue.html' title='Rogue'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQglpOii6FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zOQCeW_BYCk/s72-c/Rogue-x-men-3978254-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5881026097542673344</id><published>2006-12-01T00:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:16:38.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro Salinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dentro de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aC6PZ-swjWU/TrT-I0xCD5I/AAAAAAAAARY/NOjJgVXCG5c/s1600/toni-frissell-weeki-wachee-1947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="636" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aC6PZ-swjWU/TrT-I0xCD5I/AAAAAAAAARY/NOjJgVXCG5c/s640/toni-frissell-weeki-wachee-1947.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Perdóname por ir así buscándote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tan torpemente, dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perdóname el dolor, alguna vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es que quiero sacar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ti  tu mejor tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ese que no te viste y que yo veo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadador por tu fondo, preciosísimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y cogerlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tenerlo yo en alto como tiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el árbol la luna última&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que le ha encontrado al sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y entonces tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;en su busca vendrías, a lo alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para llegar a él&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;subida sobre ti, como te quiero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tocando ya tan sólo a tu pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;con las puntas rosadas de tus pies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;en tensión todo el cuerpo, ya ascendiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ti a ti misma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y que mi amor entonces, le conteste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;la nueva criatura que tú eras."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento de 'La voz a ti debida'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Pedro Salinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a mi niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografía 'Weeki Wachee' (1947) de Toni Frissell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5881026097542673344?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5881026097542673344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5881026097542673344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/12/dentro-de-t.html' title='Dentro de ti'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aC6PZ-swjWU/TrT-I0xCD5I/AAAAAAAAARY/NOjJgVXCG5c/s72-c/toni-frissell-weeki-wachee-1947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-2089276558772226988</id><published>2006-11-30T04:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T09:07:05.273+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frederick Lord Leighton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAiVc21zNEA/TrTt6XqU7OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ONK--bBk-jA/s1600/flaming_june_by_fredrick_lord_leighton_1830-1896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAiVc21zNEA/TrTt6XqU7OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ONK--bBk-jA/s640/flaming_june_by_fredrick_lord_leighton_1830-1896.jpg" width="638" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Que tus manos estén siempre ocupadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tus pies sean siempre rápidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tengas una sólida base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando se muevan vientos de cambio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tu corazón esté siempre alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tu canción se oiga siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y que te mantengas por siempre joven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por siempre joven, por siempre joven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que te mantengas por siempre joven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento de la canción 'Forever Young' de Bob Dylan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a mi amada, la joven del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pintura 'flaming june' (1895) de Fredrick Lord Leighton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-2089276558772226988?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2089276558772226988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2089276558772226988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/que-tus-manos-estn-siempre-ocupadas-que.html' title='Forever Young'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAiVc21zNEA/TrTt6XqU7OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ONK--bBk-jA/s72-c/flaming_june_by_fredrick_lord_leighton_1830-1896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-2055759547872475586</id><published>2006-11-30T03:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T03:33:51.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Infierno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/843436/Laine%20Sheridan%20-%20painting%20hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/400/46056/Laine%20Sheridan%20-%20painting%20hell.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span firsthandle="cns!912E7DA5B328A014!703" id="BlogViewId" lasthandle="cns!912E7DA5B328A014!175" sortkey="" sortmode="NormalWithPaging"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"El Infierno es el sufrimiento de no poder volver a amar jamás".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmento de la novela 'Los hermanos Karamázov' de &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fiódor Mijáilovich Dostoievski.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicado a mi niña del Paraíso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pintura 'Painting Hell' de Laine Sheridan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-2055759547872475586?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2055759547872475586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/2055759547872475586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/infierno.html' title='Infierno'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-871529445316469579</id><published>2006-11-30T02:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:52:30.203+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Mirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/671578/Anselmo%20J.%20Alliegro%20-%20Shipwreck.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/400/591238/Anselmo%20J.%20Alliegro%20-%20Shipwreck.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"En momentos difíciles de barcos naufragando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;depronto descubrimos fija en nosotros su mirada inmensa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Canción de la buena gente'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bertolt Brecht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a mi buena niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura 'Shipwreck' de Anselmo J. Alliegro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-871529445316469579?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/871529445316469579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/871529445316469579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/mirada.html' title='Mirada'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-7406530554940640067</id><published>2006-11-30T02:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T09:31:17.982+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cómic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mafalda'/><title type='text'>¿Vos qué opinás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDcOgjavu4g/TrTz6sw7P7I/AAAAAAAAARA/E_DulUioUxE/s1600/Manolito+y+Susanita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDcOgjavu4g/TrTz6sw7P7I/AAAAAAAAARA/E_DulUioUxE/s1600/Manolito+y+Susanita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Susanita:&lt;/span&gt; ¿Vos qué opinás del amor, Manolito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Manolito:&lt;/span&gt; ¿Del amor a qué?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Susanita:&lt;/span&gt; ¡Pero no!...¡no te hablo del amor a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;qué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sino a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;quién&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;! ¿Nunca sentiste amor por alguna   chica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Manolito:&lt;/span&gt; ¡Jorobar!...¿Amor? No sé, había en la escuela una regordeta simpaticona, pero no sé...¡jorobar!...¡qué sé yo si eso era amor, o qué!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Susanita:&lt;/span&gt; Es muy fácil, si cuando la veías te sentías como flotando entre tules, mientras oías música de violines, ¡eso era amor, Manolito!...¡AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;Manolito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Entonces no debía ser, porque la cosa era como columpiarme en una hamaca de loneta, mientras le tiraba cascotazos a un tambor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi humilde homenaje a Quino, dibujante y autor de Mafalda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicado a mi niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-7406530554940640067?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7406530554940640067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7406530554940640067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/vos-qu-opins.html' title='¿Vos qué opinás?'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDcOgjavu4g/TrTz6sw7P7I/AAAAAAAAARA/E_DulUioUxE/s72-c/Manolito+y+Susanita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-1228644688296302743</id><published>2006-11-29T00:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T03:03:01.221+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Isla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX9YecyDaII/AAAAAAAAADQ/IwB3N99qvfU/s1600-h/Michael+Rogovsky+_+fox-island-sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="307" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007818590804732034" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX9YecyDaII/AAAAAAAAADQ/IwB3N99qvfU/s400/Michael+Rogovsky+_+fox-island-sunset.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No es una suerte ser amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toda persona se ama a sí misma;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;en cambio amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eso sí que es suerte."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hermann Hesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;En mi pequeña Isla vivo solo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;más soy un hombre con suerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El de mayor fortuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de los más afortunados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensar en mi amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentirla a mi lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;aún cuando alejada de mi Isla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;la espero y deseo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para mi niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pintura 'Fox Island Sunset' de Michael Rogovsky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-1228644688296302743?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1228644688296302743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1228644688296302743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/isla_28.html' title='Isla'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX9YecyDaII/AAAAAAAAADQ/IwB3N99qvfU/s72-c/Michael+Rogovsky+_+fox-island-sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-1842413797699857530</id><published>2006-11-28T23:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T03:01:07.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Buda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEmSc4uRRQI/AAAAAAAAANU/7fhDXBSRUh0/s1600/Buddha+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEmSc4uRRQI/AAAAAAAAANU/7fhDXBSRUh0/s640/Buddha+001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Todo empieza en el pensamiento.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el pensamiento es falso, le sigue la aflicción&lt;br /&gt;como la rueda de carro va tras el paso del buey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi amada no puedo entregarle grandes conocimientos,&lt;br /&gt;ni sabiduría o experiencia.&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco lujos o viajes a lejanos lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Más toda mi sinceridad y comprensión,&lt;br /&gt;todo mi compromiso y amor serán suyos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El niño de la Isla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a la niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Concepto extraído de la publicación 'El libro de frases de Integral'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-1842413797699857530?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1842413797699857530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1842413797699857530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/buda.html' title='Buda'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEmSc4uRRQI/AAAAAAAAANU/7fhDXBSRUh0/s72-c/Buddha+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-6140104827543739029</id><published>2006-11-28T22:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T03:35:35.837+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dos Líneas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX9X8cyDaHI/AAAAAAAAADE/zhPbjpKEEc0/s1600-h/Lorraine+Shemesh+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007818006689179762" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX9X8cyDaHI/AAAAAAAAADE/zhPbjpKEEc0/s1600/Lorraine+Shemesh+2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/Lorraine%20Shemesh%202.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Toda la sabiduría puede expresarse en dos líneas:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que se hace por tí, permite que se haga;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que tú mismo debes hacer, asegúrate de realizarlo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aforismo Hindú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicado a la niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pintura de Lorraine Shemesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-6140104827543739029?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6140104827543739029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6140104827543739029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/dos-lneas_28.html' title='Dos Líneas'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6emH30f84mU/RX9X8cyDaHI/AAAAAAAAADE/zhPbjpKEEc0/s72-c/Lorraine+Shemesh+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-9042329785174275946</id><published>2006-11-28T22:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:59:52.290+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>La Sal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/Valerie%20Bellar%20-%20Sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/400/Valerie%20Bellar%20-%20Sea.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Debe haber algo extrañamente sagrado en la sal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;está en nuestras lágrimas y en el Mar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibran Khalil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicado a mi amada,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mi amada del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura 'Sea', de Valerie Bellar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Concepto extraído de la publicación 'El libro de frases de Integral'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-9042329785174275946?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/9042329785174275946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/9042329785174275946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-sal.html' title='La Sal'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-6543270880929455231</id><published>2006-11-28T18:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T09:56:39.025+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wim Wenders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cielo sobre Berlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruno Ganz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6FF0obTGxQ/TrT4lUx-p0I/AAAAAAAAARI/fd8VgmWftkE/s1600/der-himmel-uber-berlin-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6FF0obTGxQ/TrT4lUx-p0I/AAAAAAAAARI/fd8VgmWftkE/s640/der-himmel-uber-berlin-original.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quisiera ser en ocasiones un ángel de la guarda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;como los que soñó Wim Wenders en la película 'Cielo sobre Berlin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Acompañaría a mi amada sin ella notarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escuchándo sus pensamientos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;emocionándome con sus lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;flotando ante la visión de su sonrisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;besándola una y mil veces de manera invisible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;acariciándola una y mil veces con mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El niño de la Isla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicado a la niña del Mar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagen del actor Bruno Ganz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; en la película 'Cielo sobre Berlín'&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Der Himmel über Berlin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;dirigida por Wim Wenders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-6543270880929455231?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6543270880929455231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6543270880929455231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6FF0obTGxQ/TrT4lUx-p0I/AAAAAAAAARI/fd8VgmWftkE/s72-c/der-himmel-uber-berlin-original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-6638470139720049598</id><published>2006-11-28T17:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:58:48.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Gandhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/gandhi_negro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/400/gandhi_negro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:-1;" &gt;"Sé tú el cambio que deseas ver en el mundo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera poder cambiar el mundo&lt;br /&gt;y así mi amada no sufrir más.&lt;br /&gt;Ella sin proponérselo ha logrado cambiar el mío,&lt;br /&gt;convertido ahora en un lugar lleno de esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con serenidad y todo mi amor&lt;br /&gt;intentaré envolver a mi amada de paz,&lt;br /&gt;de ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El niño de la Isla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a la niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-6638470139720049598?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6638470139720049598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6638470139720049598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/gandhi.html' title='Gandhi'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-7728182969010813397</id><published>2006-11-28T17:13:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:00:59.032+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Trenet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Mer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canción'/><title type='text'>La Mer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEmXDFQMfiI/AAAAAAAAANc/j_vyi0LCBJ4/s1600/Radio+de+v%C3%A1lvulas+SCHAUB,+MODELO+GROSSSUPER+54+DE+1952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEmXDFQMfiI/AAAAAAAAANc/j_vyi0LCBJ4/s640/Radio+de+v%C3%A1lvulas+SCHAUB,+MODELO+GROSSSUPER+54+DE+1952.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed "="" height="30" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/453508291/c0390308" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"La mer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;qu'on voit danser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;des golfes clairs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a des reflets d'argent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;la mer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;des reflets changeants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sous la pluie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;la mer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;au ciel d'été&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;confond&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ses blancs moutons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;avec les anges si purs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;la mer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bergère d'azur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;infinie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;voyez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;près des étangs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ces grands roseaux mouillés&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voyez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ces oiseaux blancs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;et ces maisons rouillées&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;la mer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;les a bercés&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;le long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;des golfes clairs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;et d'une chanson d'amour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;la mer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bercé mon coeur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;pour la vie...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;la mer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a bercé mon coeur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;pour la vie..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'La Mer'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;de Charles Trenet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicada a mi amada niña del Mar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fotografía de la radio de válvulas "Gross-Super" (1952) de la marca Schaub.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-7728182969010813397?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7728182969010813397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7728182969010813397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-mer.html' title='La Mer'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TEmXDFQMfiI/AAAAAAAAANc/j_vyi0LCBJ4/s72-c/Radio+de+v%C3%A1lvulas+SCHAUB,+MODELO+GROSSSUPER+54+DE+1952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-4587104209724268475</id><published>2006-11-28T16:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:31:29.142+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Lluvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQiYjmgmNLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lBESZWJk00Y/s1600/rain+-+Johnny+Tran.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQiYjmgmNLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lBESZWJk00Y/s640/rain+-+Johnny+Tran.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/000_lluvia.0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Es la aurora del fruto. La que nos trae las flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; y nos unge de espíritu santo de los mares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; La que derrama vida sobre las sementeras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; y en el alma tristeza de lo que no se sabe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; La nostalgia terrible de una vida perdida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; el fatal sentimiento de haber nacido tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; o la ilusión inquieta de un mañana imposible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; con la inquietud cercana del color de la carne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; El amor se despierta en el gris de su ritmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; nuestro cielo interior tiene un triunfo de sangre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; pero nuestro optimismo se convierte en tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; al contemplar las gotas muertas en los cristales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fragmento del poema 'Lluvia'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Federico García Lorca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado a la niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fotografía 'Lluvia' de Johnny Tran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-4587104209724268475?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4587104209724268475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/4587104209724268475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/lluvia.html' title='Lluvia'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQiYjmgmNLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lBESZWJk00Y/s72-c/rain+-+Johnny+Tran.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-6489124646206915539</id><published>2006-11-28T13:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:38:28.846+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Dos sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQiak_ezhCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mU9Pv4I0Eh0/s1600/peter_gabriel_ovo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQiak_ezhCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mU9Pv4I0Eh0/s1600/peter_gabriel_ovo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/OVO%20Peter%20gabriel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;En mi vida tengo dos sueños aún por cumplir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uno es convivir todo el tiempo que pueda con la mujer que amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ojalá sea toda la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El otro sueño, que no quiero morir sin cumplir, es tener un hijo con ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagen del álbum "OVO" de Peter Gabriel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicado a mi amada niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-6489124646206915539?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6489124646206915539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/6489124646206915539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/dos-sueos.html' title='Dos sueños'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQiak_ezhCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mU9Pv4I0Eh0/s72-c/peter_gabriel_ovo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-3658619759694975939</id><published>2006-11-28T13:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:41:55.430+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Siddhartha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQibUv0XBFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WT6a6aT66SU/s1600/India+child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQibUv0XBFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WT6a6aT66SU/s640/India+child.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/India%20Child%20%281992%29-%20Guenter%20Eh.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Y he aquí una doctrina de la que vas a reírte: el amor, Govinda,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; me parece la cosa más importante que existe. Analizar el mundo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; explicarlo o despreciarlo acaso sea la tarea principal de los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; grandes filósofos. Yo en cambio lo único que persigo es poder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; amar al mundo, no despreciarlo, no odiarlo a él ni odiarme a mí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; mismo, poder contemplarlo -y con él a mí mismo y a todos los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; seres- con amor, admiración y respeto..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Siddhartha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Hermann Hesse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a la niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-3658619759694975939?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3658619759694975939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/3658619759694975939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/siddhartha.html' title='Siddhartha'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQibUv0XBFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WT6a6aT66SU/s72-c/India+child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-7894535028179061983</id><published>2006-11-28T12:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:48:34.422+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Amantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/El%20Paciente%20Ingles%201.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/400/El%20Paciente%20Ingles%201.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ff6600; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Relatándote hazañas de Flechas Plateadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;saboreas un sandwich de brie en el taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y me miras sonriendo con ojos brillantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haciéndote cosquillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mientras intentas aparentar seriedad en la farmacia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peleándonos a patadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;compitiendo en un videojuego de un bar escondido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Besándote como si fuera la última vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el centro de una tienda de discos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acariciando tu tobillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;susurrando una melodía de Michael Nyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;te quedas adormilada en el sofá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metiéndote mano groseramente&lt;br /&gt;en el Club de moda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ante la mirada indignada de los snobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con tus mejillas coloradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y mi infernal mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;escapamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya entre cuatro paredes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi camiseta de Sonic Youth y tu lencería en la entrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;por fín desnudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin la dictadura del reloj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;con el tiempo detenido a nuestra voluntad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bajo el reinado de nuestros labios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuestra lasciva imaginación ilimitada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;siempre en contacto nuestra piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ardiendo hasta los huesos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirándonos a los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;estruéndos en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;armonía irrepetible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;El niño de la Isla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicado a la niña del Mar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-7894535028179061983?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7894535028179061983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7894535028179061983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/amantes.html' title='Amantes'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-9149013012865492828</id><published>2006-11-28T12:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:54:58.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensualidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>The Pillow Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQieaWcEWmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NhohNP5BxI4/s1600/The+pillow+book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQieaWcEWmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NhohNP5BxI4/s640/The+pillow+book.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/The%20Pillow%20Book%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Estoy convencida de que hay dos cosas en la vida que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;son fundamentales:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;las delicias de la carne y la delicias de la literatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo he tenido la suerte de disfrutar de las dos por igual..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fragmento de la película 'The Pillow Book'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dirigida por Peter Greenaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a la niña del Mar.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-9149013012865492828?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/9149013012865492828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/9149013012865492828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/pillow-book.html' title='The Pillow Book'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQieaWcEWmI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NhohNP5BxI4/s72-c/The+pillow+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-1893257760995188610</id><published>2006-11-28T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:30:20.353+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Rid Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/Pj%20Harvey%20Legs%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/400/Pj%20Harvey%20Legs%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Del lazo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tu has creado conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nadie me va a librar de él&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;noche y día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mi aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ha ha hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Te pido cariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no me dejes me duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lame mis piernas, estoy ardiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lame mis labios, lo deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ataré tus piernas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;te mantendré contra mi pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no te vas ha librar de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;te haré lamer mis heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;voy a anular tu cabeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hasta q tú me deseaste, nadie me satisfizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;te suplico cariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no me dejes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;estoy herida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;la más sola, todos los días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;por encima de todas las cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;herida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lame mis piernas, estoy ardiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lame mis labios, lo deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No, no, nadie te va a librar de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;haré que lamas mis heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;olvídate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hasta que tú no me deseaste nadie me satisfizo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Rid Of Me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PJ Harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Dedicada a la niña del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-1893257760995188610?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1893257760995188610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/1893257760995188610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/rid-of-me.html' title='Rid Of Me'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-7314507285900795233</id><published>2006-11-28T11:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:58:54.950+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Por ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQifVIWTLrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/q-Cr_KI1EQo/s1600/Marillion+brave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQifVIWTLrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/q-Cr_KI1EQo/s1600/Marillion+brave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6848/289185029533879/1600/marillion.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"La mayoría de las cosas, aunque se&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; pretexte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que es por otros motivos,se hacen por las mujeres."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hermann Hesse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por ella haré la mayoría de las cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por ella dejaré de hacer muchas otras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por ella, para que se sienta mejor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;se aleje su tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;y sea de manera plena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mi niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El niño de la Isla.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-7314507285900795233?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7314507285900795233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/7314507285900795233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://islaymar.blogspot.com/2006/11/por-ella.html' title='Por ella'/><author><name>El niño de la Isla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05407360969382064446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/SrF7kwn-XBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OmcaXsBXI28/S220/Los+400+golpes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6emH30f84mU/TQifVIWTLrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/q-Cr_KI1EQo/s72-c/Marillion+brave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2369003761941543616.post-5634737730355219051</id><published>2006-11-28T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:36:55.603+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Encuentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Un día haciendo cola para ver una película en el cine, conocí a la niña del mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Una amiga común nos presentó y no pude evitar sentirme atraído hacia ella.Brillaba como nadie.Su belleza, simpatía, sonrisa y conversación me dejaron cautivado.Me dije a mí mismo: "Yo quiero una así para mí", y me sorprendió pensarlo, pues en los últimos tres años apenas había conocido a ninguna mujer que me impactara, que me atrajera tanto como para imaginármela como mi futura amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Como estábamos asistiendo con amigos a un festival de cine, a los tres días volvimos a coincidir.Esta vez me sentí aún más encandilado por ella.Traté de observarla todo lo que pude y mostrárme interesante ante ella.Mi atención se centró en sus palabras, en su cuerpo perfecto, su sentido del humor... desee volver a verla de nuevo, aunque dependiera de mi amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;El encuentro llegó, comimos juntos, fuimos al cine, y de madrugada nos despedimos.&lt;br /&gt;A los tres días ya estaba enamorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Así comenzó una nueva etapa en mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El niño de la Isla amando a la niña del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2369003761941543616-5634737730355219051?l=islaymar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5634737730355219051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2369003761941543616/posts/default/5634737730355219051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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