<?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-7516813279433350667</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:24:28.768+02:00</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='Cole'/><category term='Reflexiones del café'/><title type='text'>El castillo del dragón</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-3300718427176058040</id><published>2009-06-30T14:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:47:07.481+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O currículo de Bacharelato...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Decreto 126/2008, do 19 de xuño, polo&lt;br /&gt;que se establece a ordenación e o currículo&lt;br /&gt;de bacharelato na Comunidade Autónoma&lt;br /&gt;de Galicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. O alumnado maior de idade ou os seus pais/nais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ou titores legais mentres sexa menor decidirán sobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se cursa ou non ensinanzas de relixión no momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;de formalizar a súa matrícula. O alumnado que opte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;por non recibir ensinanzas de relixión permanecerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nos centros educativos e contará coa debida atención&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;educativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. O currículo da materia de relixión católica e das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;diferentes confesións relixiosas con que o Estado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;español ten subscritos acordos de cooperación en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;materia educativa será competencia, respectivamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;da xerarquía eclesiástica e das correspondentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;autoridades relixiosas. O seu contido deberá, en calquera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;caso, ser respectuoso cos dereitos das persoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;marcados na lexislación vixente e nomeadamente co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;valor da igualdade entre mulleres e homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. A avaliación da materia de relixión católica realizarase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nos mesmos termos e cos mesmos efectos ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a das outras materias do bacharelato. A avaliación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;doutras confesións relixiosas axustarase ao establecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nos acordos de colaboración en materia educativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;subscritos con elas polo Estado español.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Coa finalidade de garantir o principio de igualdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e a libre concorrencia, as cualificacións desta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;materia non computarán na obtención da nota media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;para os efectos de acceso á universidade, a ciclos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;superiores de formación profesional e a outros estudos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nin nas convocatorias para a obtención de bolsas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e axudas ao estudo en que deban entrar en concorrencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;os expedientes académicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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As mulleres e homes socialistas sumámonos, un ano máis, a esta celebración da diversidade, a liberdade e a igualdade, a este verdadeiro Orgullo Cidadán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corenta anos en termos históricos non son nada, pero sen dúbida podemos sentirnos orgullosos das conquistas que alcanzamos en España durante os últimos cinco anos. Podemos dicir que o noso país se encontra á cabeza dos que recoñecen os dereitos de lesbianas, gais, transexuais e bisexuais (lgtb), e, neste proceso, as mulleres e homes socialistas fomos peza clave para o seu impulso e desenvolvemento, especialmente desde o Goberno de España. Malia estes importantes avances, aínda quedan cousas por conseguir e realidades que cambiar para garantir que a liberdade e a igualdade, que a nosa Constitución proclama, sexan reais e efectivas para toda a poboación lgtb. Este ano os colectivos reivindicativos declararon o Ano da Diversidade Afectivo Sexual na Educación. É sen dúbida unha importante aposta do movemento reivindicativo, e unha necesidade social prioritaria se queremos vencer os altos índices de rexeitamento cara a esta poboación no sistema educativo que sinalan os estudos e que poñen de manifesto que os centros educativos non son espazos seguros para os adolescentes e mozos lgtb, nin para os fillos e fillas de familias homoparentais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queremos especialmente denunciar o acoso homofóbico e transfóbico que se produce na escola, causa de un de cada tres intentos de suicidio en mozos e adolescentes. Apostamos por unha educación que promova a diversidade sexual, e que impida a violencia e a discriminación cara os mozos e mozas lgtb, e facemos un chamamento a todas as institucións educativas a que impulsen cun meirande empeño as medidas necesarias para facer dos centros educativos espazos seguros para a diversidade, así como o cese do boicot cara os contidos de Educación para a Cidadanía e cara a propia materia que veñen realizando, neste ámbito, os sectores conservadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gañar a aposta por unha escola que eduque na diversidade é gañar o futuro, porque só unha sociedade que educa na diversidade pode xestionala adecuadamente. Para iso non nos faltan instrumentos como a Lei Orgánica de Educación (LOE), que establece o respecto á diversidade afectivo sexual como un dos seus obxectivos, ou a implantación da materia de Educación para a Cidadanía e os Dereitos Humanos. É ben certo que ambos instrumentos contaron coa máis firme oposición do Partido Popular e da xerarquía da igrexa católica, polo que debemos ser tan activos na defensa e implantación efectiva desta materia e os seus contidos como o integrismo relixioso e o conservadorismo político extremo o é no seu boicot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queda aínda pendente na maioría das nosas sociedades o gran salto adiante na igualdade real, social e integral das persoas homosexuais, bisexuais e transexuais en todos os ámbitos: a educación, o mundo do traballo, o acceso igualitario aos bens e servizos, os medios de comunicación, a realidade rural, etc. Reivindicamos a iniciativa do noso Partido coa Lei de Igualdade de Trato e contra a Discriminación que o Goberno remitirá ás Cortes proximamente, así como os Plans de Igualdade que implementen estas políticas en todos os ámbitos sinalados. É o noso compromiso coa xustiza e coa continuidade do proxecto de dignificación da nosa sociedade levado a cabo polo Goberno e mais o Partido Socialista. Será tamén unha homenaxe a todas e todos os que nos precederon na loita pola igualdade, e a todas e todos quen, aínda hoxe, sofren violencia física ou moral, medo ou limitación imposta polas súas opcións de vida a causa do odio ignorante de quen perseguen ao amor, a liberdade e a igualdade. Non podemos esquecer que 76 países penalizan as relaciones sexuais entre persoas do mesmo sexo, e que 7 (Irán, Emiratos Árabes Unidos, Mauritania, Iemen, Nixeria, Arabia Saudí e Sudán) fano coa pena de morte. Unha vez máis denunciamos esta insostible situación e chamamos a estes países a que modifiquen as súas lexislacións e respecten os dereitos humanos das súas cidadás e cidadáns, tamén dos que sexan lesbianas, gais, transexuais e bisexuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non podemos deixar de lembrar neste día que o Partido Popular mantén aínda o seu recurso de inconstitucionalidade contra a Lei que posibilitou o dereito ao matrimonio para as parellas do mesmo sexo, un recurso contra a igualdade e felicidade de millóns de persoas que viven no noso país. En tanto se manteña o devandito recurso, ningunha proposta política en favor da igualdade por parte deste partido será crible, polo que facemos un chamamento ao PP a que retire dito recurso e recoñeza o dereito de lesbianas, gais, transexuais e bisexuais a gozar dos seus dereitos civís, e o dereito a igual trato e consideración que o resto da cidadanía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corenta anos despois da revolución de Stonewall, a diversidade sexual na educación é unha tarefa prioritaria se queremos conquistar a igualdade real e efectiva. Queremos reiterar o noso agradecemento ao traballo que desenvolven miles de activistas no noso país, e recoñecer novamente a importante tarefa que desempeñan as organizacións de lesbianas, gais, transexuais e bisexuais, sen cuxo traballo, esforzo e compromiso, os cambios que se produciron no noso país non serían posibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, o PSOE facemos un chamamento a todos os seus militantes e simpatizantes e a toda a cidadanía a participar activamente nos actos que con motivo do Orgullo se celebrarán en todos as vilas e cidades do noso país, e, especialmente, a acudir á Manifestación Estatal do Orgullo, que co lema “Escolas sen armarios” se celebrará en Madrid o vindeiro sábado 4 de xullo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santiago , a 28 de xuño de 2009. 40 aniversario de Stonewall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/06/manifesto-orgullo-2009-do-grupo-lgtb-do.html' title='MANIFESTO ORGULLO 2009 DO GRUPO LGTB DO PSdG-PSOE 7CORES'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-257042280252298821</id><published>2009-06-06T02:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:46:11.232+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hai moitas cousas que non entendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algunhas xa non sei se as quero entender.&lt;/span&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/7516813279433350667-257042280252298821?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/257042280252298821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/06/hai-moitas-cousas-que-non-entendo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/257042280252298821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/257042280252298821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZD1QjySBb4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que ya la puse alguna vez... pero días "Smile" los tiene cualquiera, cualquier día, a cualquier hora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-7129965154738304888?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/7129965154738304888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-just-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Saber que hai xente ó outro lado que lé as túas palabras aínda que ás veces (supoño que moitas) non saiba qué queres dicir, non ten prezo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLA ás/ós sufrid@s lector@s das aventuras e desventuras do dragón deste castelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por certo, ónde están as miñas entradas do 2007??? menos mal que copiei a meirande parte do contido deste blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-4710797773247576672?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/4710797773247576672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/05/hola.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/4710797773247576672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/4710797773247576672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/05/hola.html' title='Hola'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-104507319862304324</id><published>2009-05-13T23:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:58:30.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>XIII Congreso de Xuventudes Socialistas de Galicia</title><content type='html'>   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="StarOffice 8 ASUS Edition (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Este fin de semana tivo lugar o XIII congreso das Xuventudes Socialistas de Galicia.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Tocábame falar e levaba unhas cantas cousiñas planificadas pero, cómo non, a metade esquecéronseme despois do tan glorioso discurso o que me precediu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Gustaríame ter dito que estou máis que orgullosa de pertencer ás XSG...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Gustaríame lembrar dicir o moitísimo que quero a Loli e o satisfeita que estou do traballo feito pola, ata ese momento, Secretaria Xeral e o resto da CENG...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Gustaríame dicir que unha agrupación, por política que sexa, ten que ter momentos de lecer e de distensión, e que ésta executiva así o entendeu cando fixo dinámicas durante as escolas e deixou tempo para charlar, debater, saír de copas, xogar ó futbolín...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Gustaríame aclarar que María non se currou ser Secretaria Xeral nin Azu ser Presi do CXG, non, curráronse selo dúas veces!!! mentres algúns pensan que ter un apelido ou pertencer a un grupo facilítache as cousas eu creo que as dificulta. Non dubido que estar rodeada de mentes brillantes, de animais políticos, che axude a aprender un mundazo, e encima se son boas persoas che axude a desenvolver a túa autoestima e verte capaz de facer calqueira das dúas tareas. Pero por outra banda está o sobreesforzo... tampouco dubido que calquera das dúas traballou a reo para demostrar algo que outra persoa podería ter demostrado coa metade. Me explico. Penso que tanto María como Azu tiveron que facer traballo extra para compensar a pertenza a un grupo. E manda chover... cómo se sentiría vostede se mañá lle dixeran que todo o que conseguíu non foi gracias ó seu esforzo senón ó seu apelido ou ó da súa parella? Onde queda entón a súa autoestima? Qué faría vostede se lle desmerecesen por un parentesco? Parece que un apelido sitúa a unha 20 kilómetros máis atrás da liña de saída, pero ten tamén máis lonxe a de chegada. E aínda así as dúas chegaron sobradas á meta. Calquera que participe mínimamente pode observar que as dúas o teñen máis que currado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;E cómo non a nosa artista Canosa: sen as súas chamadas apresuradas, os seus "eu vou, jefa" (outra que non esquece a súa agrupación local) e, sobretodo, os seus sms despois de cada asamblea, de cada intervención... de cada pasiño, a militancia e a secretaría xeral da AL da Coruña non serían o mesmo. Seguro que o tandem Torres-Canosa non falla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Remato xa, porque de ter dito isto no atril, Fernando xa estaría dándome o primeiro aviso.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Despídome da Secre X coa que comencei a participar nas XSG, da que (unha das que) me explicou mil cousas de mil formas diferentes para que o tivese claro, da que non esqueceu a súa agrupación local, da que tivo o teléfono as 24 horas, da que devolve as chamadas, da que sempre tivo un sorriso, da que non quedou sen folgos nin nos momentos duros, da que confiou en min... Leva con ela o corazón mozo, ese que pelexa polos seus ideais, ese que soña con todos, e que non deixará de soñar por maior que se faga. Ese corazón cuerdo, porque hai que estar tola para ser moza e non loitar... e ese corazón tolo, porque hai que estar tola para deixar de ser moza e seguir deixando a pel. Pero non me despido de Loli, a miña amiga, porque lle pese a quen lle pese, das XSG tamén saen grandes amigos e amigas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Repito que esquecín decir moitas cousas o sábado, pero estaba alí enrriba, tremendo dos nervios, da emoción, da ilusión (e do cabreo)... pero ali estaban as miñas amigas, porque nese momento non só eran a miña Secre X, nin a Presidenta do CXG nin a miña Candi preferida (agora flamante Secre X).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Quérovos tantísimo... que non teño palabras (isto non formaba parte de todo aquilo que non quería esquecer, senón daquilo que non se di en público para non emocionarse... pero ao final a emoción supera á ficción)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-104507319862304324?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/104507319862304324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/05/xiii-congreso-de-xuventudes-socialistas.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/104507319862304324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/104507319862304324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/05/xiii-congreso-de-xuventudes-socialistas.html' title='XIII Congreso de Xuventudes Socialistas de Galicia'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-7421375063140136906</id><published>2009-04-14T13:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:44:14.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto 78º Aniversario da II República</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MANIFESTO 78º ANIVERSARIO DA II REPÚBLICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai 78 anos materializáronse as esperanzas de millóns de demócratas que xamais puideran saberse donos e señores dos seus designios políticos cando o 14 de abril de 1931 España di si ó progreso e a democracia coa proclamación da II República.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vitoria dos republicanos nas eleccións municipais celebradas dous días antes, fai comprender a Alfonso XIII que o pobo xa non quere ser reinado, abocándoo o exilio e permitindo que a II República Española se presentara como unha realidade allea a toda imposición violenta. A Comunidade Internacional admirou a lección de civismo dos/as españois, que lograban instaurar a democracia co exercicio do voto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dende ese momento e ata o estoupido da Guerra Civil xa non houbo pobo deste ou doutro rei, senón cidadáns. Xa non houbo máis príncipes nin princesas e si un único soberano: o pobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aniversario da II República é o anual recordatorio dos nosos inescusables referentes ideolóxicos, a clave de bóveda que soporta a construción histórica do noso ideario político.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nosas reivindicacións nunca se escoitaron tan alto como na cita electoral do ano 36. Os que coa súa dedicación comezaron o camiño da transformación dunha España obsoleta e case estamental son e serán sempre os nosos referentes más enérxicos, o paradigma da entrega e a loita pola igualdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nosa organización é a testemuña de que os valores que sustentaron esta etapa preclara da nosa historia seguen latentes na sociedade. A xustiza, a liberdade, a igualdade, a fraternidade entre os pobos... son principios que impregnan o ideario político dos e das cidadáns de esquerdas, e pretender desvincular a consecución material dos mesmos do ínterim 1931-1936 é desnaturalizar as nosas reivindicacións.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ano 1931 emprendéronse reformas que puideron converter a España en referente do progreso mundial se a vontade dos e das cidadáns nas eleccións do ano 36 non fose secuestrada e enreixada durante case corenta anos. Pero as XSG sabemos que a sociedade xa non está cega, xorda e muda, sabemos que defender os valores que sustentaron as reformas emprendidas por Azaña é defender a igualdade entre homes e mulleres, a separación entre Igrexa e Estado, a solidariedade e a pluralidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todo isto enaltecemos este acontecemento histórico como o temperán produto da dignidade democrática dos e das cidadáns, como o resultado da necesidade de progreso e xustiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuventudes Socialistas de Galicia entende que a igualdade debe facerse extensiva ata reflectirse sobre a máis alta representación do Estado, pois o noso espírito bebe dos ideais que espertaron do seu letargo ós cidadáns españois que ese 12 de abril acudiron en masa (cunha participación do 70%) a decidir sobre o seu presente, a decidir República.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como xóvenes albergamos a esperanza de amencer nun futuro realmente xusto, no que non caiba ningunha discriminación, e igual que o 12 de abril de 1931 acudiremos ás furnas alá onde a solidariedade, a igualdade, a xustiza e o progreso precisen de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saúde e república!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance do 16 de febreiro. Anónimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi no ano trinta e nove,&lt;br /&gt;foi no primeiro de abril,&lt;br /&gt;cando a barbarie franquista&lt;br /&gt;entrou ladrando en Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladrando contra as bandeiras&lt;br /&gt;do dezaseis de febreiro&lt;br /&gt;e ouveando polas calles&lt;br /&gt;os seus instintos máis negros;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burlándose da República&lt;br /&gt;e, con fero fanatismo,&lt;br /&gt;pregoando que xa nunca&lt;br /&gt;habería Socialismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero na España de Franco,&lt;br /&gt;sempre ó fascismo proclive,&lt;br /&gt;aínda hai xentes entre os nosos&lt;br /&gt;que, pese os tempos terribles,&lt;br /&gt;non perden as esperanzas,&lt;br /&gt;e hai unha voz que lles di:&lt;br /&gt;"Sodes soldados vencidos&lt;br /&gt;dun Exército invencible"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-7421375063140136906?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/7421375063140136906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/04/manifesto-78-aniversario-da-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/7421375063140136906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/7421375063140136906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/04/manifesto-78-aniversario-da-ii.html' title='Manifesto 78º Aniversario da II República'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-8942293652432975737</id><published>2009-04-08T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:30:29.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrevista á actual Secretaria Xeral das XSG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;object" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32kp-digpTY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-8942293652432975737?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/8942293652432975737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/04/entrevista-actual-secretaria-xeral-das.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/8942293652432975737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/8942293652432975737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/04/entrevista-actual-secretaria-xeral-das.html' title='Entrevista á actual Secretaria Xeral das XSG'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-2785006813739270583</id><published>2009-03-29T00:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:35:08.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>28-M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Levo un rato pensando qué poñer...&lt;br /&gt;Sabía que sería un día cheo de emocións... pero non esperaba a invasión que alí tivo lugar. Cando me din de conta, o que ía ser unha máis que cordial e calorosa despedida, e unha emocionante acollida, convertiuse nun fervedoiro de improperios... alí estaba aquel grupo exaltado soltando sapos pola boca e facendo unha grande demostración das consecuencias de non ter recibido unha educación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí... ilusionar a alguén é complicado,  complicadísimo... saberse capaz de levar a cabo un traballo, sentir o respaldo de quenes alí estabamos, confiar nas propias capacidades e nas do teu equipo, saber que tomas a decision axeitada... todo iso é terriblemente complicado; sen embargo botalo abaixo, mellor dito, tentar botalo abaixo parecíu tan sinxelo como entrar coma Atila... ou Tejero e montala; pero que non se equivoquen, porque sabemos o que queremos, sabemos cara onde queremos camiñar, e tamén sabemos o que non queremos!!! non queremos que nos represente un equipo formado por 2 entidades (iso non sería en absoluto representativo da mocidade galega) e non queremos que ese equipo, que supostamente nos representaría, actúe de forma semellante ante calqueira contrariedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquí a miña noraboa a Loli, pola grande labor feita estes 4 anos no Consello da Xuventude de Galicia, por darlle pulo ó asociacionismo, por promover a participación, a ilusión, a creación e, sobretodo, a relación sana entre as diferentes entidades (aínda que esa relación sana de vez en cando teña que sufrir gripes coma a de hoxe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E noraboa tamén, parabéns, á nova permanente, especialmente a Azu. Sei que o farás da mellor maneira que saibas e que buscarás asesoramento se é reciso; sei que vas poñer toda a carne no asador neste novo proxecto, que estás ilusionada e disposta a dar o mellor de ti (que non é pouco). Sei tamén que non será un camiño sinxelo e  que atoparás mil pedras. Sei que terás días desos de "mellor sería non terse levantado" e días de "hoxe foi un día grande, dos que non se olvidan".&lt;br /&gt;Azu, sei que estarás a altura das circunstancias. E non te preocupes, non é unha expectativa que teñas a presión de cumprir... es unha realidade observable, obxectiva, medible e cuantificable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por certo, ese camiño con pedras non o percorres soa: tes un equipo incriblemente bó... e tes unha compañeira de viaxe que, independentemente das pedras ou ríos, vales, terreos pantanosos..., estará ahí, ó teu ladiño (a 45 céntimos ou 1 hora de viaxe) animándote a camiñar e superar dificultades, a crecer como o fixestes ata agora, a ser unha grande mestra do saber: saber facer, saber estar e saber ser.&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/7516813279433350667-2785006813739270583?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/2785006813739270583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/03/28-m.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/2785006813739270583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/2785006813739270583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/03/28-m.html' title='28-M'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-849270563820107469</id><published>2009-03-05T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:01:52.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones del café'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/Sa8ITjK2DLI/AAAAAAAAANY/vyBRRyH-mGQ/s1600-h/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309471617644367026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/Sa8ITjK2DLI/AAAAAAAAANY/vyBRRyH-mGQ/s400/blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-849270563820107469?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/849270563820107469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/849270563820107469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/849270563820107469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/Sa8ITjK2DLI/AAAAAAAAANY/vyBRRyH-mGQ/s72-c/blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-4332677643854708384</id><published>2009-02-14T11:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:24:10.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Próximo debate político</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SZabgEdnNWI/AAAAAAAAALg/xlRVubLIOl0/s1600-h/maf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302596586531403106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SZabgEdnNWI/AAAAAAAAALg/xlRVubLIOl0/s400/maf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SZabXjufSQI/AAAAAAAAALY/HGbfJkQn6Sw/s1600-h/maf.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;En primicia, o cartel do próximo debate de campaña.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Temas a tratar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Segregación do ensino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Políticas de igualdade / equidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Discriminación positiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Cotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Políticas sociais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Temas sobre os que é lóxico preguntarse, totalmente discutibles e cuestionables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Próximamente en "Teleeleccións"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.D. O que cuestiona estes asuntos é o único que non é ficticio nesta nova e o que máis debería selo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-4332677643854708384?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/4332677643854708384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/02/proximo-debate-politico.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/4332677643854708384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/4332677643854708384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/02/proximo-debate-politico.html' title='Próximo debate político'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SZabgEdnNWI/AAAAAAAAALg/xlRVubLIOl0/s72-c/maf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-1177640509258066008</id><published>2009-01-16T21:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:59:26.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SXD0r-ek2tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JcxMada8iGo/s1600-h/Quefuerte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291998598503127762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SXD0r-ek2tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JcxMada8iGo/s400/Quefuerte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SXD0ofXR2OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zhP3Ufr0seo/s1600-h/Soraya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291998538611415266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SXD0ofXR2OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zhP3Ufr0seo/s400/Soraya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Vamos, como si tuviésemos algo que envidiar!!! jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hoy tengo el día simpático, aunque poco habilidoso con el photoshop&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/7516813279433350667-1177640509258066008?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/1177640509258066008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/01/vamos-como-si-tuvisemos-algo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1177640509258066008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1177640509258066008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/01/vamos-como-si-tuvisemos-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SXD0r-ek2tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JcxMada8iGo/s72-c/Quefuerte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-1888377734944154635</id><published>2009-01-16T20:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:00:42.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... y si encuentran algo mejor, compren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SXDmxgWwo3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/J4nAQ98lWR8/s1600-h/Fipando.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291983300333708146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SXDmxgWwo3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/J4nAQ98lWR8/s400/Fipando.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SXDkFzXuuXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Im4jlcKL_Hw/s1600-h/Fipando.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ojiplática (Soraya, tus expresiones marcan tendencia) me hallo. He aquí dos etiquetas de dos paquetes de cereales. La pregunta es la siguiente: qué etiqueta pertenece a los del "ave despertadora" y qué etiqueta figura en el paquete "prometedor de culos firmes"? Sí, queridísimos lectores y lectoras (hoy estoy inspirada), sabeis que esta pregunta no tendría sentido si la respuesta no fuese inesperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;¿Se ha vuelto loco el mundo? Ya lo estaba y lo estoy descubriendo ahora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Con esto quiero deciros (además de viva el gallo verde) mireis bien los numeritos, las estadísticas (y sobretodo a correspondencia entre el numerito y su porcentaje, véase ese &lt;1%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Como veis las precampaña me activa la neurona (las demás están ojipláticas todavía).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-1888377734944154635?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/1888377734944154635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/01/y-si-encuentran-algo-mejor-compren.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1888377734944154635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1888377734944154635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/01/y-si-encuentran-algo-mejor-compren.html' title='... y si encuentran algo mejor, compren'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SXDmxgWwo3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/J4nAQ98lWR8/s72-c/Fipando.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-310934997369535209</id><published>2009-01-08T23:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:29:08.442+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones del café'/><title type='text'>PAPEL MOJADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SWZ6o2ojhfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RMRNseWREU8/s1600-h/libreta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289049654672197106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SWZ6o2ojhfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RMRNseWREU8/s320/libreta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Para que esto no pase hay que escribir sobre papel sólido y con tinta de la buena. Muchas palabras sobre papel flojo acaban por emborronarlo y perderse entre borrones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-310934997369535209?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/310934997369535209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/01/pepl-mojado.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/310934997369535209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/310934997369535209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/01/pepl-mojado.html' title='PAPEL MOJADO'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SWZ6o2ojhfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RMRNseWREU8/s72-c/libreta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-8323420610645790183</id><published>2009-01-06T23:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:28:38.001+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>The way old friends do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JxumeBj4xN0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and I can share the silence&lt;br /&gt;Finding comfort together&lt;br /&gt;The way old friends do&lt;br /&gt;And after fights and words of violence&lt;br /&gt;We make up with each other&lt;br /&gt;The way old friends do&lt;br /&gt;Times of joy and times of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;We will always see it through&lt;br /&gt;Oh I dont care what comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We can face it together&lt;br /&gt;The way old friends do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can face it together&lt;br /&gt;The way old friends do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-8323420610645790183?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/8323420610645790183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-old-friends-do.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/8323420610645790183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/8323420610645790183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-old-friends-do.html' title='The way old friends do'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-1340357137731184291</id><published>2008-12-31T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:00:54.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SVvBVykuZqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X_2dANZS2zg/s1600-h/hjmgb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286031167746631330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SVvBVykuZqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X_2dANZS2zg/s320/hjmgb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-1340357137731184291?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/1340357137731184291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1340357137731184291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1340357137731184291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SVvBVykuZqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X_2dANZS2zg/s72-c/hjmgb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-7251082718436636114</id><published>2008-12-27T01:45:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:27:56.044+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones del café'/><title type='text'>Otro punto de vista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SVV7D-EMM5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PDH0XR0BhJ8/s1600-h/pies_gato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284265045919544210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SVV7D-EMM5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PDH0XR0BhJ8/s320/pies_gato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mirar las cosas desde otro punto de vista&lt;br /&gt;Empatía&lt;br /&gt;Cambiar el enfoque&lt;br /&gt;Cambiar de cámara&lt;br /&gt;Reubicar el objetivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-7251082718436636114?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/7251082718436636114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/12/otro-punto-de-vista.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/7251082718436636114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/7251082718436636114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/12/otro-punto-de-vista.html' title='Otro punto de vista'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SVV7D-EMM5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PDH0XR0BhJ8/s72-c/pies_gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-5524543244242892160</id><published>2008-12-20T13:53:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:10:36.456+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cole'/><title type='text'>1º Trimestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ha terminado el 1º trimestre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrés, planificaciones aceleradas, evaluaciones mensuales... buf!! Pero ha sido genial!! Cada enanito/a del bosque es único/a, increíble... Vienen al Castillo del Dragón felices, aunque dentro esté el dragón, no la princesita de las trenzas, y a veces eche fuego por la nariz.&lt;br /&gt;"El Castillo del Dragón" porque las primeras semanas de curso corrían los pingüinos, las siguientes ya no (se había ido porque tenían frío) y después vino la calma (santa calefacción). Entre eso y que se encuentra en lo alto de la colina (zona de Infantil) os podeis imaginar. La verdad es que el castillo es precioso, y poco a poco el dragón lo ha ido haciendo más acogedor y lúdico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volviendo al fin del trimestre, como podeis observar por el nuevo aspecto del blog, me he empapado de cultura escolar. Qué felicidad!! Cada día una aventura, con princesas, villanos, puentes colgantes, hadas, magia y finales felices. Cada día un reto, una satisfacción y alguna frustración pasajera. Cómo frustrase con los enanitos/as del bosque... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantaban ayer "hei ho, hei ho, a casa a descansar..."lo que no saben es que a la vuelta les espera una nevada dentro del castillo (aunque no tiene goteras... será nieve mágica?), una casita de los sentidos, un supermercado (al final va a ser la urbanización del dragón) y un estanque de peces mágicos, que curiosamente cada cierto tiempo encogen y cambian de color (de alguna forma hay que enfrentar la muerte de los animalitos). Les espera un duro 2º trimestre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta aquí hemos llegado por hoy. Me voy a investigar sobre los cuidados y necesidades de los peces mágicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-5524543244242892160?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/5524543244242892160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-trimestre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/5524543244242892160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/5524543244242892160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-trimestre.html' title='1º Trimestre'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-9195553753867989189</id><published>2008-11-29T01:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:09:02.915+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones del café'/><title type='text'>"Cabeza alta jovencita"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Cabeza alta jovencita". Así le decía George a Nina cuando debía irse, y dejar que comenzase a vivir su vida, su nueva vida... (The object of my affection)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero "cabeza alta" no solo es una frase de película, sino de una &lt;strong&gt;vida&lt;/strong&gt;. Una vida que comenzaba tímidamente después de años de letargo. El futuro era algo incierto, borroso todavía, pero sólo a nivel laboral. Personalmente las cosas habían &lt;strong&gt;cambiado&lt;/strong&gt;, su vida era algo &lt;strong&gt;mejor&lt;/strong&gt;, había dado el &lt;strong&gt;primer paso&lt;/strong&gt; de un camino que tardó, mejor dicho está tardando, años en recorrer. Quizá no fue el primer paso, sino la primera etapa, el primer tramo, la primera gran subida... "Cabeza alta" ilustró un trimestre de su vida (seguramente fueron un par de semanas)... "Cabeza alta" hacía eco en sus oídos a diaro mientras salía a fumarse un pitillo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Es probable que &lt;strong&gt;idolatre&lt;/strong&gt; a quien le hacía levantar la cabeza, mirar al frente, afrontar la vida... es posible que la historia no sea así y los años la hayan &lt;strong&gt;dulcificado&lt;/strong&gt;, hayan eliminado los aspectos negativos, incluso que su memoria haya jugado una buena pasada y haya &lt;strong&gt;inventado recuerdos&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero así es la &lt;strong&gt;memoria&lt;/strong&gt;... selectiva, juguetona, impredecible... tan impredecible que en una de sus tardes de juegos decide jugar al &lt;strong&gt;escondite&lt;/strong&gt; y no dejarse encontrar. Se introduce en el rincón más pequeño, muy quieta, en absoluto silencio. Mientras espera a ser encontrada la &lt;strong&gt;naturaleza&lt;/strong&gt; crece a su alrededor: arbustos, toxos, rosas... al poco tiempo ni rastro queda de su paso hacia su escondite. Se han borrado sus huellas, se ha desvanecido su olor, casi ni se recuerda su voz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estaría orgullosa de leer esto si no estuviese tras la naturaleza, si los arbustos no fuesen ya un inmenso &lt;strong&gt;bosque&lt;/strong&gt; en el que perderse mientras se busca el camino &lt;strong&gt;de vuelta a casa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-9195553753867989189?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/9195553753867989189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/11/cabeza-alta-jovencita.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/9195553753867989189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/9195553753867989189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/11/cabeza-alta-jovencita.html' title='&quot;Cabeza alta jovencita&quot;'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-800764589874118658</id><published>2008-11-16T17:44:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:59:53.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousas e casos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Días de desorden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Choiva de ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carpetas chamadas "organizar" cheas de documentos soltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Textos sen publicar, textos que foron escritos para non ser publicados deseando saír, textos que non chegan a escribirse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O que dicimos, o que calamos, o que queda pendente e o que queda cancelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O obxectivo, o subxectivo... a improbabilidade do neutral e a incredulidade do imparcial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As lembranzas, o que nunca tivo que ser e o que nunca foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Proxectos, borradores, e ideas nadando no tinteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gana, desgana, intención, medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ilusión, rutina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sorpresa, expectativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O que son, o que debería ser, o que non serei, o que esperan que sexa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Choiva de ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Días de desorden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUÉROTE UN MUNDO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SOuaBiI6iDI/AAAAAAAAABk/NVHzrzJ8XAg/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-6120840289757992559?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/6120840289757992559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/10/gracias.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/6120840289757992559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you´re everything I would like to be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;´cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank you, thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-127614890472880817?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-55378256375104756</id><published>2008-09-06T12:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:59:53.861+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradicciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242860842678348098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SMJiKJal6UI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mzx61OFtJhE/s320/america-v-eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SMJiNrvFDjI/AAAAAAAAABc/McVFrKKsdYI/s1600-h/victoria-beckham-lindsay-lohan-pucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242860903430688306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SMJiNrvFDjI/AAAAAAAAABc/McVFrKKsdYI/s320/victoria-beckham-lindsay-lohan-pucci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Por qué no comprarse la ropa igual que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:l@s"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;l@s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt; demás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por qué no comprarse la ropa igual que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:l@s"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;l@s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt; demás:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/quien_ess_mejor"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;http://www.fotolog.com/quien_ess_mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así mil páginas, mil blogs, mil revistas... nos tiene que dar igual o no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces nos contradecimos tanto... como los refranes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando los medios/miedos minan nuestras vidas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-55378256375104756?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/55378256375104756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-5292817227613959109</id><published>2008-09-05T00:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:19:10.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudai</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mirame,&lt;br /&gt;Quien sabe a donde llegare&lt;br /&gt;Tomame,&lt;br /&gt;No hay suelo ya donde caer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven&lt;br /&gt;Llevame del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Que esta oscuro y no oigo tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero respirar&lt;br /&gt;Que la noche me va a matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomame,&lt;br /&gt;Que el mundo se vino a los pies&lt;br /&gt;Llevame&lt;br /&gt;Que hoy ya no me quiero esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven,&lt;br /&gt;Llevame del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Que esta oscuro y no oigo tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero respirar&lt;br /&gt;Que la noche me va a matar&lt;br /&gt;Dame un beso&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me haga al fin regresar&lt;br /&gt;Y llorar en tus brazos al final&lt;br /&gt;Que aun hay tiempo para escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven llevame del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Ven , llevame del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Llevame, llevame&lt;br /&gt;Ven llevame del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Ven llevame del dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-5292817227613959109?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/5292817227613959109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/09/kudai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/5292817227613959109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Paciencia las/os que no sabeis inglés... si tengo un ratejo en Madrid os la traduzco, porque de verdad que no tiene precio...&lt;br /&gt;Ahí os la dejo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;You must walk feminine&lt;br /&gt;Talk feminine&lt;br /&gt;Smile and beguile feminine&lt;br /&gt;Utilize your femininity&lt;br /&gt;That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance feminine&lt;br /&gt;Glance feminine&lt;br /&gt;Act shy and sigh feminine&lt;br /&gt;Compliment his masculinity&lt;br /&gt;That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him do the talking&lt;br /&gt;Med adore good listeners&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, but not too loudly (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;If he should choose to tell a joke&lt;br /&gt;Be radiant, but delicate&lt;br /&gt;Memorize the rules of etiquette&lt;br /&gt;Be demure, sweet and pure&lt;br /&gt;Hide the real you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must look feminine&lt;br /&gt;Dress feminine&lt;br /&gt;You're at your best feminine&lt;br /&gt;Emphasize your femininity&lt;br /&gt;That's what every girl should know&lt;br /&gt;Femininity, femininity&lt;br /&gt;That's the way to catch a beau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Madrid me vooooooooy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-1750121186352813434?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/1750121186352813434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-331909452239152985</id><published>2008-08-25T23:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:38:32.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Makes no difference who you are&lt;br /&gt;Anything your heart desires&lt;br /&gt;Will come to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is in your dream&lt;br /&gt;No request is too extreme&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;As dreamers do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is kind&lt;br /&gt;She brings to those who love&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fulfillment of&lt;br /&gt;Their secret longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bolt out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Fate steps in and sees you through&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-331909452239152985?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/331909452239152985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-you-wish-upon-star-makes-no.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/331909452239152985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/331909452239152985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-you-wish-upon-star-makes-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-1605711930545077836</id><published>2008-08-18T00:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:35:37.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desayuno con diamantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SKit8MBsfwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ATIsWMh_4yc/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235625816350293762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SKit8MBsfwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ATIsWMh_4yc/s400/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"¿Sabes lo que te pasa?. No tienes valor. Tienes miedo. Miedo a enfrentarte contigo misma y decir "está bien, la vida es una realidad, las personas se pertenecen unas a las otras porque es la única forma de conseguir la verdadera felicidad". Tú te consideras un espíritu libre, un ser salvaje, y te asusta la idea de que alguien pueda meterte en una jaula. Bueno nena, ya estás en una jaula. Tú misma la has construido y en ella seguirás vayas a donde vayas. Porque no importa donde huyas, siempre acabarás tropezando contigo misma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Desayuno con diamantes (&lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=2iiyLi6Ytes"&gt;http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=2iiyLi6Ytes&lt;/a&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/7516813279433350667-1605711930545077836?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/1605711930545077836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/08/desayuno-con-diamantes.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1605711930545077836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1605711930545077836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/08/desayuno-con-diamantes.html' title='Desayuno con diamantes'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SKit8MBsfwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ATIsWMh_4yc/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-6361417479627148501</id><published>2008-08-16T14:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:09:29.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un amico è cosí</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;È facile allontanarsi sai&lt;br /&gt;Se come te anche lui ha i suoi guai&lt;br /&gt;Ma quando avrai bisogno sarà qui&lt;br /&gt;Un amico è così&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non chiederà nè il come nè il perché&lt;br /&gt;Ti ascolterà e si baterà per te&lt;br /&gt;E poi tranquillo ti sorriderà&lt;br /&gt;Un amico è così&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ricordati che finché tu vivrai&lt;br /&gt;Se un amico è con te non ti perderai&lt;br /&gt;In strade sbagliate percorse da chi&lt;br /&gt;Non ha nella vita un amico così&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ha bisogno di parole mai&lt;br /&gt;Con uno sguardo solo capirai&lt;br /&gt;Che dopo un no lui ti dirà di sì&lt;br /&gt;Un amico è così&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ricordati che finché tu vorrai&lt;br /&gt;Per sempre al tuo fianco lo troverai&lt;br /&gt;Vicino a te mai stanco perché&lt;br /&gt;Un amico è la cosa più bella che c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È come un grande amore, solo mascherato un po'&lt;br /&gt;Ma che si sente che c'è&lt;br /&gt;Nascosto tra le pieghe di un cuore che si dà&lt;br /&gt;E non si chiede perché&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ricordati che finché tu vivrai&lt;br /&gt;Se un amico è con te non tradirlo mai&lt;br /&gt;Solo così scoprirai che&lt;br /&gt;Un amico è la cosa più bella che c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ricordati che finché tu vivrai&lt;br /&gt;Un amico è la cosa più vera che hai&lt;br /&gt;È il compagno del viaggio più grande che fai&lt;br /&gt;Un amico è qualcosa che non muore mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-3402080874100514416</id><published>2008-08-04T14:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:49:56.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Va de letras de canciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And never brought to mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And auld lang syne? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;For auld lang syne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;For auld lang syne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And surely I'll be mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And we'll tak a cup o kindness yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;For auld lang syne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;We twa hae run about the braes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And pou'd the gowans fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;But we've wander'd monie a weary fit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sin auld lang syne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;We twa hae paidl'd in the burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Frae morning sun till dine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;But seas between us braid hae roar'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sin auld lang syne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And there's a hand my trusty fiere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And gie's a hand o thine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;For auld lang syne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Es interesante la historia de esta canción, su significado, su letra... bueno, como todas las que voy colgando. Espero que os guste. Os dejo unos links para saber más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hogmanay.net/history/auldlangsyne"&gt;http://www.hogmanay.net/history/auldlangsyne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auld_Lang_Syne"&gt;http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auld_Lang_Syne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-3402080874100514416?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/3402080874100514416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/08/va-de-letras-de-canciones.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/3402080874100514416'/><link rel='self' 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que una maleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida en la estación del tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;esperando sin dueño a que amanezca.&lt;br /&gt;Con una frase no se gana un pueblo&lt;br /&gt;y con una palmada en su paisaje,&lt;br /&gt;ni con un aprender de su lenguaje,&lt;br /&gt;Ni con una canción que impregne el odio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que llene tu negocio,&lt;br /&gt;Y que llene tu negocio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un pueblo es, un pueblo es, un pueblo es&lt;br /&gt;abrir una ventana en la mañana y respirar&lt;br /&gt;La sonrisa del aire en cada esquina&lt;br /&gt;Y trabajar y trabajar&lt;br /&gt;Uniendo vida, vida&lt;br /&gt;el ladrillo en la esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;mirando al frente y sin volver la espalda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con una frase no se gana un pueblo&lt;br /&gt;ni con un disfrazarse de poeta&lt;br /&gt;A un pueblo hay que ganarlo frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;,respetando las canas de su tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que los retoños medren al cobijo del sol&lt;br /&gt;esperando sin dueño a que amanezca.&lt;br /&gt;Un pueblo es, un pueblo es, un pueblo es&lt;br /&gt;abrir una ventana en la mañana y respirar&lt;br /&gt;La sonrisa del aire en cada esquina&lt;br /&gt;Y trabajar y trabajar&lt;br /&gt;Uniendo vida, vida&lt;br /&gt;el ladrillo en la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;mirando al frente y sin volver la espalda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-1026226736792088803?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/1026226736792088803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/con-una-frase-no-se-gana-un-pueblo-ni.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1026226736792088803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1026226736792088803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/con-una-frase-no-se-gana-un-pueblo-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-4282620253663735172</id><published>2008-07-30T13:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:25:06.604+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ás veces esperamos de máis... ou recibimos de menos&lt;br /&gt;Ás veces damos de máis&lt;br /&gt;Ás veces o desequilibrio fai que o noso corazón se rompa un pouquiño&lt;br /&gt;Ás veces un corazón roto disfraza as cousas, as agranda... ou as achica e as fai invisibles&lt;br /&gt;Ás veces son as cousas pequenas as que temos que aprender a ver&lt;br /&gt;Ás veces pasan tantas cousas que non nos pasa nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-4282620253663735172?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/4282620253663735172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/s-veces-esperamos-de-mis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/4282620253663735172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/4282620253663735172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/s-veces-esperamos-de-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-3032272627689148144</id><published>2008-07-29T11:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:31:44.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA LA LIBERTAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SI7lGGblfCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6g_4kPsN_gg/s1600-h/4798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368110392015906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SI7lGGblfCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6g_4kPsN_gg/s320/4798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para la libertad, sangro, lucho, pervivo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para lalibertad, mis ojos y mis manos como un árbol carnal, generoso y cautivo, doy a los cirujanos.&lt;br /&gt;Para la libertad siento más corazones que arenas en mi pecho: dan espumas mis venas, y entro en los hospitales, y entro en los algodones como en las azucenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque donde unas cuencas vacías amanezcan ella pondrá dos piedras de futura mirada y hará que nuevos brazos y nuevas piernas crezcan en la carne talada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retoñarán aladas de savia sin otoño reliquias de mi cuerpo que pierdo en cada herida. Porque soy como el árbol talado que retoño: aún tengo la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-3032272627689148144?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/3032272627689148144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/para-la-libertad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/3032272627689148144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/3032272627689148144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/para-la-libertad.html' title='PARA LA LIBERTAD'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SI7lGGblfCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6g_4kPsN_gg/s72-c/4798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-9186078649705717066</id><published>2008-07-22T00:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:44:28.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trincheras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y recordar cuando jugábamos a trincheras... y montábamos tiendas de campaña bajo sábanas, sujetas por escobas... cuando una colcha, o una fina sábana, parecía protegernos de todos los males.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando creábamos mundos infinitos... mundos de fantasía...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando parecía que nada podía hacernos daño...&lt;/strong&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/7516813279433350667-9186078649705717066?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/9186078649705717066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/trincheras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/9186078649705717066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/9186078649705717066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/trincheras.html' title='Trincheras'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-731517748577024263</id><published>2008-07-14T19:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:05:22.358+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A ti que me escoitaches todos os meus medos, a ti que me deches ánimo nos peores momentos, que aguantaches a miñas pataletas, os choros, os agobios, os "non sei", os "non podo" e os "qué vergoña". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Porque confías en min, porque non dubidas da miña capacidade cando estou a piques de deixalo todo, porque "me sobreestimas".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Porque me preparas a cea despois de escoitar o meu rollo e facer una coidad avaliación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Porque me carretaches onde e cando fixo falta e aguantaches o tirón coma unha verdadeira profesional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Porque me das moitísimo e ás veces non atopo a forma de enviarcho de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E a todos os demáis, que tamén sodes especiais, porque de cada un de vos recibín apoio, palabras de ánimo, confianza, mil "sortes" e mil "vas comelos con patacas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Porque todos e cada un dos que habitades ou habitáchedes (en longas ou curtas estadías) na &lt;strong&gt;fonda Amoroso&lt;/strong&gt; contribuíchedes en gran parte a este triunfo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tamén a &lt;strong&gt;miña familia&lt;/strong&gt; ten o seu mérito, que aguantou moitos portazos, moitísimos "non estou para nadie" e caras largas. Unha leonera desordenada e un salón invadido por apuntes teñen tamén parte nisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Moitísimas gracIas!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por certo, dedícovos tamén, ós amorosolandianos, a miña primeira entrada en galego. Para que logo non vos metades comigo, coas miñas patadas ó Xerais e có meu "galego de libro".&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/7516813279433350667-731517748577024263?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/731517748577024263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/gracias.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/731517748577024263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/731517748577024263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-1865524724888713949</id><published>2008-07-06T19:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:13:14.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y ahora qué?</title><content type='html'>Cuando llegas al final de un camino, de un recorrido, largo o corto, sencillo o pedregoso... te preguntas "Y ahora qué?" Hay un puente que enlace con otro camino? o debo saltar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué angustia no saber qué viene después... qué miedo a lo desconocido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entiendo que estés cansada de caminar, que te apetezca parar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entiendo que no veas el puente que te da paso al siguiente tramo, que el río que tienes que cruzar te parezca enorme y peligroso.  Entiendo que la cueva donde debes pasar algunas noches te parezca fría, solitaria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las piedras en el camino te han hecho daño en los pies, esos que creías curtidos por toda una vida caminando descalza&lt;br /&gt;La sed se hace insoportable y temes beber, tú que bebiste de todos los arrollos y fuentes que encontraste a tu paso&lt;br /&gt;Crees no saber hacia dónde ir, tú que siempre has sigo la guía en los paseos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es posible que estés buscando un camino sin piedras, ni ríos ni cuevas. Es posible también que el agua que calme tu pies sea la que sacie tu sed... y la que te esté indicando hacia dónde ir... pero no puedas verlo ahora mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no olvides nunca que a lo largo del camino encontrarás cientos de caminantes, que comprenden tu cansancio, tu dolor, tu incertidumbre y tus miedos. Que han tenido piedras en sus zapatos, del mismo camino que tú o de otros parecidos. Que se han caído y levantado. Caminantes que están dispuestos a ofrecerte su hombro, a cargar con tu equipaje y darte de beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suelta el equipaje durante un momento, bebe, charla con tus compañeros/as de andanzas, sonríe, vístete durante un rato con tu nariz roja y hazlos reír, ríete tú también... Después vuelve a mirar y verás el puente seguro, el río tranquilo y la cueva acogedora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516813279433350667-1865524724888713949?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/1865524724888713949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/y-ahora-qu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1865524724888713949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/1865524724888713949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/y-ahora-qu.html' title='Y ahora qué?'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516813279433350667.post-3764980319000812698</id><published>2008-07-01T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:13:40.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay un lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hay un lugar al que me voy cuando estoy triste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es un lugar detro de mí que nunca viste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me lo inventé para sentir que me quisiste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es un lugar al que me voy cuando estoy triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y si te vas&lt;br /&gt;tambien me voy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y si no estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tampoco estoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y nada importa nada sirve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nada vale nada queda sin tu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Un laberinto sin final donde me pierdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y corro y corro sin parar, y no te encuentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y aunque de vos quiera escapar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;siempre me acuerdo que existe en mí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;un lugar, donde te tengo...&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/7516813279433350667-3764980319000812698?l=loscianita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/feeds/3764980319000812698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/hay-un-lugar.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/3764980319000812698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7516813279433350667/posts/default/3764980319000812698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loscianita.blogspot.com/2008/07/hay-un-lugar.html' title='Hay un lugar'/><author><name>Lu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617961796281725898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CSrc-rMPYJw/SGqetX-SIWI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6g0pd90SIrM/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
