tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172719422009-02-20T23:04:43.638-08:00virhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13512438594855231110noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17271942.post-1131382370327101092005-11-07T08:33:00.000-08:002005-11-07T08:52:50.353-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/1600/sandalias.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/320/sandalias.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> para la mayoría de las gaviotas, no es volar lo que importa, sino comer, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> sin embargo, no era comer lo que le importaba, sino volar</span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><em>Hay quien obedece a sus propias reglas</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><em>por que sabe en lo cierto</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><em>quien cosecha un especial placer</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><em>en hacer algo bien: quien adivina</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"><em>algo más que lo que sus ojos ven</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">quien prefiere Volar a comprar y comer</span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />Juan Salvador Gaviota un relato de Richard Bach<br /> </em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17271942-113138237032710109?l=zumodefrutas.blogspot.com'/></div>virhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13512438594855231110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17271942.post-1131381048827023562005-11-07T08:27:00.000-08:002005-11-07T08:30:48.826-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/1600/vir%20NANA.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/320/vir%20NANA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">reflejo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17271942-113138104882702356?l=zumodefrutas.blogspot.com'/></div>virhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13512438594855231110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17271942.post-1131380785369143452005-11-07T08:19:00.000-08:002005-11-07T08:26:25.370-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/1600/carla.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/320/carla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Esta nena es Carla, nacio el 27 de mayo, su presencia me permite el privilegio de ver a sus abuelos con ella, y comprender así el amor con la que crecí. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17271942-113138078536914345?l=zumodefrutas.blogspot.com'/></div>virhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13512438594855231110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17271942.post-1131379830729161762005-11-07T08:06:00.000-08:002005-11-07T08:10:30.730-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/1600/esperando.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/320/esperando.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Nunca me siento esperar, quizás por temor a que mientras pasen demasidas cosas. Sólo espero el paso del tiempo, por eso hoy me siento a esperar.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17271942-113137983072916176?l=zumodefrutas.blogspot.com'/></div>virhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13512438594855231110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17271942.post-1131378999788145262005-11-07T07:41:00.000-08:002005-11-07T07:59:21.320-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/1600/enagua.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/320/enagua.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Crecer con agua y no ver más allá de un horizonte, a la vez sin barreras a la vez limitados</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">curiosa dualidad</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17271942-113137899978814526?l=zumodefrutas.blogspot.com'/></div>virhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13512438594855231110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17271942.post-1131377956046345142005-11-07T07:35:00.000-08:002005-11-07T07:39:16.046-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/1600/mordido.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/320/mordido.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tendrá que ser así, no todo se encuentra en el mismo sitio... si te vas a otro tambien tienes que enconrtar algo no?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cuanto más divido, menos multiplico... sólo reduzco, el resultado es sin duda la dispersión.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17271942-113137795604634514?l=zumodefrutas.blogspot.com'/></div>virhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13512438594855231110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17271942.post-1131377159609798752005-11-07T07:20:00.000-08:002005-11-07T07:34:46.060-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/1600/pverano.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3883/1661/320/pverano.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> El fresquito de la hierba, el calor del sol, un poco de viento, que ya no es viento, y por eso te abrigas ...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17271942-113137715960979875?l=zumodefrutas.blogspot.com'/></div>virhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13512438594855231110noreply@blogger.com0