tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144207672011-10-31T17:52:00.163-03:00Speaking words of wisdom...Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11460979012586119836noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14420767.post-1135010694117552962005-12-19T13:40:00.000-03:002005-12-19T13:44:54.136-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1304/1600/inventor.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1304/320/inventor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong>Bajo Construcción...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14420767-113501069411755296?l=bloggerpaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11460979012586119836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14420767.post-1126021905495414772005-09-06T12:46:00.000-03:002005-09-09T13:29:28.976-03:00<img src="http://assets.bravenet.com/common/images/stop.gif" /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sí, ya sé; este blog se fue al carajo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>(y admito que esto lo digo yo)</em></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14420767-112602190549541477?l=bloggerpaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11460979012586119836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14420767.post-1125332680760558812005-08-29T13:18:00.000-03:002005-08-29T13:26:54.906-03:00<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#999999" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>In a Past Life...</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"><center><img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/pastlife/past-life.jpg"></center><font color="#000000"><br />You Were: A Banished Poet.<br /><br />Where You Lived: Boliva.<br /><br />How You Died: Natural causes.</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/">Who Were You In a Past Life?</a></div><br /><br /><br /><table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#FEA7B6" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1304/320/Poe-gra.%20sore%20quoth%20the%20raven%20nevermore.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14420767-112437496716845429?l=bloggerpaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11460979012586119836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14420767.post-1124285999877481062005-08-17T10:37:00.000-03:002005-08-17T10:39:59.883-03:00<span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?"</span></strong> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14420767-112428599987748106?l=bloggerpaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11460979012586119836noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14420767.post-1122073746620949952005-07-22T20:08:00.000-03:002005-07-22T20:11:01.960-03:00No creo necesario aclarar la autoría de cada una de las citas publicadas; ese no es el fin real. Leerlas y que de alguna manera se vuelvan importantes, tal vez prejuicios de lado, es mucho más significante.Tampoco prefiero un blog puramente escrito por mí. Mucho más de mí hay si en él acerco lo que más disfruto...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14420767-112207374662094995?l=bloggerpaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11460979012586119836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14420767.post-1121281972401602142005-07-13T16:06:00.000-03:002005-08-12T15:05:11.073-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1304/1600/spinetta_y_los_socios_del_desierto_-_san_cristoforo_(1998)-front.jpg"><strong><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1304/320/spinetta_y_los_socios_del_desierto_-_san_cristoforo_%281998%29-front.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em>Es un vuelo limpio</em></span></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>entre túneles de luz</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>que se estremecen con la noche</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Y alguien oye la nada</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>y sus oídos inventan</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Y sólo enfrentan la sentencia:</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>la de su corazón</em></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14420767-112128197240160214?l=bloggerpaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11460979012586119836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14420767.post-1121180671205979922005-07-12T11:52:00.000-03:002005-08-12T15:06:36.086-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1304/1600/star_top1.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1304/320/star_top1.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#660000;"></span></blockquote><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Así va, lleno de jugos ácidos, mirando en torno</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#000000;">la realidad que inesperada salta en los portales</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#000000;">y se llama gozne, paño, hierba, espera.</span></strong></em></p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4229/1304/320/star_bot.gif" border="0" /></p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14420767-112118067120597992?l=bloggerpaula.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11460979012586119836noreply@blogger.com0