tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86082164945912720852012-02-16T07:49:18.286-08:00"EL LECTOR PRACTICANTE ES AQUEL QUE ENTIENDE DE LOS PLACERES SUCESIVOS DE ESAS LECTURAS QUE LO LLEVAN A OTRO TIEMPO, A OTRAS ESCRITURAS Y A OTRAS VIDAS. " Edgardo Loissilvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.comBlogger661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-91602575589755660722011-05-01T07:45:00.000-07:002011-05-01T07:50:43.366-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibXFXYu4qH8/Tb1y2Hv3PBI/AAAAAAAACPs/nGVDKiUsbxs/s1600/hambre.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601759785637067794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ibXFXYu4qH8/Tb1y2Hv3PBI/AAAAAAAACPs/nGVDKiUsbxs/s320/hambre.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Un millón de niñitos se nos muere de hambre </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">y un silencio se duerme contemplándolos.<br /></span><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Jorge Debravo </span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-9160257558975566072?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-83426110760635119842011-04-30T14:31:00.000-07:002011-04-30T14:34:51.831-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7mkLOfLdyM/TbyAAopRmlI/AAAAAAAACPk/1-GdmYCeji0/s1600/don%2Bsabato.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601492784940948050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7mkLOfLdyM/TbyAAopRmlI/AAAAAAAACPk/1-GdmYCeji0/s320/don%2Bsabato.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">"Al parecer, la dignidad de la vida humana </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">no estaba prevista en el plan de globalización"<br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">ERNESTO SABATO</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8342611076063511984?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-84649532082082577242011-03-24T07:44:00.000-07:002011-03-24T07:53:26.212-07:00<a href="http://photobucket.com/images/surreal%20art" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="surreal art Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac200/lova_03/Bizarre/kk.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">"MOMENTOS QUE NO DICEN NADA, QUEJAS, DESPOJOS DE LA GRAN TORMENTA SILENCIOSA, DEL HURACÁN SIN VIENTO QUE SE CUMPLE EN LOS INTERVALOS. LOS INTERVALOS, EL ESPACIO ENTRE CARTA Y CARTA, ENTRE LIBRO Y CARTA, ENTRE GOTA DE LLUVIA Y GOTA DE LLUVIA, ¿QUÉ HA DE MIRAR EL BIÓGRAFO QUE LEA MIS CARTAS, MIS LIBROS DESPUÉS DE LA TORMENTA.?<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Julio Cortázar</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8464953208208257724?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-69862622587862680062011-03-20T06:31:00.000-07:002011-03-20T06:37:25.590-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bXnsSdzqeM/TYYCqKBp_7I/AAAAAAAACPE/4GpsXyJOJH8/s1600/libro.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586155311068741554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bXnsSdzqeM/TYYCqKBp_7I/AAAAAAAACPE/4GpsXyJOJH8/s320/libro.JPG" /></a> <div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>"La lectura de un buen libro es un diálogo incesante</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong> en que el libro habla y el alma contesta”.</strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#00cccc;">André Maurois.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-6986262258786268006?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-9602715810108926412011-03-12T18:09:00.000-08:002011-03-12T18:12:12.147-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBiKsfQullE/TXwnwGng5LI/AAAAAAAACNc/XQ7sFGZy3f0/s1600/jorge%2Bluis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583381345396122802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBiKsfQullE/TXwnwGng5LI/AAAAAAAACNc/XQ7sFGZy3f0/s320/jorge%2Bluis.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-960271581010892641?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-77010592907601431862011-01-22T13:26:00.000-08:002011-01-22T13:32:46.545-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/TTtMg9Z1pyI/AAAAAAAACMY/YHof9mgVo0o/s1600/mages.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565125893668841250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/TTtMg9Z1pyI/AAAAAAAACMY/YHof9mgVo0o/s200/mages.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>"No hay nada que temer. </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>He tocado fondo. </strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>No puedo caer mas bajo</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong> que tu corazón. "</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">-Marguerite Yourcenar-</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-7701059290760143186?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-39329557356968902982011-01-22T13:10:00.000-08:002011-01-22T13:20:39.835-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/TTtJP6yqHoI/AAAAAAAACMQ/0pxycA5bm6w/s1600/tengo%2Buna%2Bmujer.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565122302374977154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/TTtJP6yqHoI/AAAAAAAACMQ/0pxycA5bm6w/s200/tengo%2Buna%2Bmujer.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>"No consigo dormir. Tengo una mujer </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>atravesada entre los párpados. </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Si pudiera, le diría que se vaya; </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>pero tengo una mujer</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>atravesada en la garganta. "</em></strong></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;">-Eduardo Galeano-</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-3932955735696890298?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-19994047487827690792010-08-14T14:34:00.000-07:002010-08-14T14:41:21.242-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/TGcNC7wRRII/AAAAAAAACKU/pDOpqw1WNuo/s1600/escribir2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505383413534770306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/TGcNC7wRRII/AAAAAAAACKU/pDOpqw1WNuo/s200/escribir2.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">"Al fin comprendí que la historia de la humanidad es construír para arriba y alentar los pobres sueños de la clase media; construír fosas para enterrar los cortos sueños de los mas pobres. Los ricos?: son los que invierten en éstas empresa. "<br /></span><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Gabriel Benavente- Trapos</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-1999404748782769079?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-19281540469587354102010-03-15T07:53:00.000-07:002010-03-15T07:59:50.598-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S55KdIZlqGI/AAAAAAAACHs/SoAbepP2qHU/s1600-h/snow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448874463496349794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S55KdIZlqGI/AAAAAAAACHs/SoAbepP2qHU/s200/snow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffccff;">Tinta malgastada, luz recóndita que pierde su brillo; acto inclemente de apagar malentendidos y de proclamarle a la vida otro poco más de cariño. Engaño convenido por la carencia afectiva, rumor que deshace el vacío, caricia fabricada para los dolores míos. </span></em></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;">-Alejandro Ramirez Romero-</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-1928154046958735410?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-91189560950877713792010-03-13T07:02:00.000-08:002010-03-13T07:10:52.956-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S5uqker071I/AAAAAAAACHc/L4bXoOpXtps/s1600-h/manos_luminosas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448135717923647314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S5uqker071I/AAAAAAAACHc/L4bXoOpXtps/s200/manos_luminosas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S5up0dey8rI/AAAAAAAACHU/7csSe_XdPLg/s1600-h/manosviejas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448134892966834866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S5up0dey8rI/AAAAAAAACHU/7csSe_XdPLg/s320/manosviejas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">"MIRA TUS MANOS, VERÁS CÓMO EN LOS SURCOS PASA TU ESTRELLA."</span></strong></p><br /><p><em><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">-Carmen Garbarino-</span></strong></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-9118956095087771379?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-60362064906749116012010-02-28T14:38:00.000-08:002010-02-28T14:47:43.810-08:00<div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">"Mi casa se puebla de arlequines </span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">cuando hay ruido de besos en el aire."</span><br /></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S4rxbCitteI/AAAAAAAACHM/4Q7rt_6NqiA/s1600-h/ARLEQUINES.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443428546471900642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S4rxbCitteI/AAAAAAAACHM/4Q7rt_6NqiA/s200/ARLEQUINES.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Roberto Jorge Santoro</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-6036206490674911601?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-17388301190312125462010-02-28T14:29:00.000-08:002010-02-28T14:37:09.128-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S4rvyn5ISxI/AAAAAAAACHE/ufa4oFnXKPQ/s1600-h/NERUDA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443426752611765010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/S4rvyn5ISxI/AAAAAAAACHE/ufa4oFnXKPQ/s320/NERUDA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">"Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano. " </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Pablo Neruda</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-1738830119031212546?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-10035865446611054472009-12-26T06:23:00.000-08:002009-12-26T06:41:49.360-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SzYe7CLIqAI/AAAAAAAACGc/zYBqAK5eN6s/s1600-h/celso14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419553201131661314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SzYe7CLIqAI/AAAAAAAACGc/zYBqAK5eN6s/s200/celso14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>"El planeta se hizo pequeño para albergar la emoción de las personas".<br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-1003586544661105447?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-91519422404248126722009-12-05T14:05:00.000-08:002009-12-05T14:21:18.312-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SxrZo4sQ47I/AAAAAAAACE8/OzbNMrpHyIo/s1600-h/tuerto.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411877198675108786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SxrZo4sQ47I/AAAAAAAACE8/OzbNMrpHyIo/s320/tuerto.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> <strong>Cuando aquel político llegó al país de los ciegos </strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>se arrancó un ojo para poder reinar. </strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-9151942240424812672?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-21192512732574789862009-11-08T14:51:00.000-08:002009-11-08T14:55:05.631-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SvdMEf3Eb1I/AAAAAAAACBs/sft2-SHUm2E/s1600-h/africa+mia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401869918209863506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SvdMEf3Eb1I/AAAAAAAACBs/sft2-SHUm2E/s200/africa+mia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>"En verdad llevamos máscaras según vamos envejeciendo, las máscaras de nuestra edad, y los jóvenes creen que somos como parecemos, lo cual no es el caso" </strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-2119251273257478986?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-85349767891625757972009-10-17T06:33:00.001-07:002009-10-17T06:39:49.373-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/StnIT4S-FPI/AAAAAAAACBU/YbwPDjZM_aE/s1600-h/NERUDA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393562272607900914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/StnIT4S-FPI/AAAAAAAACBU/YbwPDjZM_aE/s200/NERUDA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.<br /></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8534976789162575797?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-21117265392910919812009-10-11T09:43:00.000-07:002009-10-11T09:50:32.958-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/StIL1iG4yZI/AAAAAAAACBM/DAvm0-dQHgc/s1600-h/delfines.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391384718232570258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/StIL1iG4yZI/AAAAAAAACBM/DAvm0-dQHgc/s320/delfines.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Lo que me asombra es no haber abandonado por completo mis esperanzas, que parecen absurdas e irrealizables. Y, sin embargo, me aferro a ellas a pesar de todo y sigo creyendo en la innata bondad del hombre. </span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-2111726539291091981?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-5491709113373587502009-10-03T15:19:00.001-07:002009-10-03T15:27:35.231-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SsfOhnzrTVI/AAAAAAAACBE/VdaueaKSWPU/s1600-h/CITAS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388502556188822866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SsfOhnzrTVI/AAAAAAAACBE/VdaueaKSWPU/s320/CITAS.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Los días no adquieren sabor hasta que uno escapa a la obligación de tener un destino</span>.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-549170911337358750?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-67593936352155843692009-07-04T09:37:00.000-07:002009-07-04T09:39:17.490-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sk-FgcNE3NI/AAAAAAAACAk/PBRiZnAJjYc/s1600-h/muerte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354645274340154578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sk-FgcNE3NI/AAAAAAAACAk/PBRiZnAJjYc/s200/muerte.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>La muerte es parte de la vida<br />Que se escribe con trazo lento<br />Es la corroída y dura última tapa<br />de un libro apergaminado y denso<br />lleno de vivencias y eventos,<br />pero que siempre se lee<br />de adelante a dentro.<br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-6759393635215584369?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-5836097299866219052009-06-21T17:06:00.000-07:002009-06-21T17:17:32.280-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sj7NSzZH2VI/AAAAAAAAB_0/1AwxSYpXs5E/s1600-h/OJO.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349939130279647570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sj7NSzZH2VI/AAAAAAAAB_0/1AwxSYpXs5E/s320/OJO.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">Tienes que encontrar a la mujer que hay dentro de ti. Alimèntala, nùtrela, ayùdala a crecer. No te sientas avergonzado y no pienses "no, soy un hombre". Nadie es hombre o mujer solamente: ambos son las dos cosas. Tiene que ser asì: tu padre ha contribuido a la mitar de tu ser y tu madre a la otra mitad. Eres el encuentro de esas dos energìas. No puedes ser sòlo un hombre, no puedes ser sòlo una mujer</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-583609729986621905?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-82735444981451913222009-06-15T08:17:00.001-07:002009-06-15T08:33:43.942-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;">"La duda es uno de los nombres de la inteligencia."</span></strong><br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SjZmy6WsU-I/AAAAAAAAB90/Q0YCdFz3nRE/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347574632392971234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SjZmy6WsU-I/AAAAAAAAB90/Q0YCdFz3nRE/s200/rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SjZmIHxd4VI/AAAAAAAAB9s/4GRlQikzi5o/s1600-h/Jorge_Luis_Borges.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347573897260556626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SjZmIHxd4VI/AAAAAAAAB9s/4GRlQikzi5o/s320/Jorge_Luis_Borges.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;">"Si de algo soy rico es de perplejidades y no de certezas."</span> </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8273544498145191322?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-62704023491992331482009-05-30T10:18:00.000-07:002009-05-30T10:22:47.634-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SiFrDthyKzI/AAAAAAAAB7U/A4ILpkB9t0Y/s1600-h/POEMA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341668344543193906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SiFrDthyKzI/AAAAAAAAB7U/A4ILpkB9t0Y/s320/POEMA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>Lo digo bajito, como en secreto. Porque es incómodo ser pequeño: hay que andar siempre con la cabeza levantada. Todo ocurre tan arriba, tan por encima de uno mismo. Uno se siente poco importante, rebajado, débil y como perdido. Puede que por eso nos guste andar al lado de los adultos cuando están sentados; porque entonces podemos ver sus ojos.<br /></strong></span><br /></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-6270402349199233148?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-24929750907827067732009-05-23T07:02:00.000-07:002009-05-23T07:05:31.054-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/ShgCN6Zdn4I/AAAAAAAAB7M/loGmjHAB0_4/s1600-h/mario+blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339019796285333378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/ShgCN6Zdn4I/AAAAAAAAB7M/loGmjHAB0_4/s200/mario+blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Cinco minutos bastan para soñar toda una vida, así de relativo es el tiempo.<br /><br /><br /></em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-2492975090782706773?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-81253242426550563602009-05-22T19:06:00.000-07:002009-05-22T19:08:43.356-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/ShdZvny1tFI/AAAAAAAAB68/jFpRZpc28U4/s1600-h/esperanza.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338834557941953618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/ShdZvny1tFI/AAAAAAAAB68/jFpRZpc28U4/s320/esperanza.jpg" border="0" /></em></a><em><br /></em><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>"Llenar de pan las tinieblas,</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>fundar otra vez la esperanza" </em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#336666;"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Pablo Neruda</span><br /></span></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8125324242655056360?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-34658107352246151432009-05-10T13:27:00.000-07:002009-05-10T13:32:19.757-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sgc5FjY8WFI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/CD6HNkFAyvs/s1600-h/111_clip_image011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334295051205630034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sgc5FjY8WFI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/CD6HNkFAyvs/s200/111_clip_image011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong><em>Ni hago balances ni creo en ellos. Los demás dicen que soy un hombre grande, pero yo soy el mismo chico que jugaba al teatro en la azotea de mi casa. Poner un rótulo a cada cosa nos da la sensación de que dominamos ese desorden que es estar vivo.<br /></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-3465810735224615143?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-84861737417212794762009-04-15T14:24:00.000-07:002009-04-15T14:39:07.607-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SeZS7fKn0kI/AAAAAAAAB3o/Mwff7sdx3IY/s1600-h/arbol_de_la_vida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325034791344001602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SeZS7fKn0kI/AAAAAAAAB3o/Mwff7sdx3IY/s200/arbol_de_la_vida.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><strong>"La clave es<br />que no entendiendo,<br />asumas en paz tu ignorancia,<br />no finjas<br />y recuerda,<br />que el conocimiento son solo datos<br />sin valor ante el verdadero amor"<br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">-Luis Arenaza García-</span></strong></span></div></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8486173741721279476?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-27085425387822885682009-04-10T07:23:00.000-07:002009-04-10T07:31:10.752-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sd9XHwKIgVI/AAAAAAAAB2g/vj1uU5OCYdE/s1600-h/entre+citas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323069075273318738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sd9XHwKIgVI/AAAAAAAAB2g/vj1uU5OCYdE/s200/entre+citas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color:#66ffff;">"MI CAPITAL ES EL TIEMPO, NO EL DINERO."</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-2708542538782288568?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-70935921444523817052009-04-04T13:46:00.000-07:002009-04-04T13:51:13.402-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SdfHVcHlqgI/AAAAAAAABzQ/gfDlhaAUmG4/s1600-h/chavela+vargas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320940655900731906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SdfHVcHlqgI/AAAAAAAABzQ/gfDlhaAUmG4/s200/chavela+vargas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"><strong><em>"Al entrar a un escenario siento miedo. Pero algo encuentro o algo me encuentra a mí. Y antes de terminar la primera canción ya estoy en otro lado. Del otro lado de mi público."</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-7093592144452381705?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-51769601344770403602009-03-24T16:38:00.000-07:002009-03-24T16:45:11.141-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sclvmyh7DzI/AAAAAAAABwA/m9NXsyIZcrs/s1600-h/ENTRECITAS.jpg"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ff33;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316903547277348658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sclvmyh7DzI/AAAAAAAABwA/m9NXsyIZcrs/s320/ENTRECITAS.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#33ff33;"> "HAY QUE PRESERVAR, ENRIQUECER EL ESPÍRITU, Y RESPETAR ESE SAGRADO DON DEL HOMBRE QUE ES LA LIBERTAD."</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><em><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">-Atahualpa Yupanqui-</span></strong></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-5176960134477040360?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-7181266931546515402009-03-22T13:28:00.000-07:002009-03-22T13:33:44.933-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Scafx06RRfI/AAAAAAAABu4/2JAeFYmqxkQ/s1600-h/ENTRE+CITAS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316112088522900978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Scafx06RRfI/AAAAAAAABu4/2JAeFYmqxkQ/s200/ENTRE+CITAS.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>"Hay innumerables niveles de Realidad, cada uno de ellos más perfecto y luminoso... hasta que todo es luz infinita y espacio. Otras veces parece ser como una Nada suave y aterciopelada..."</strong></span></em></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;">-Zulma Reyo-</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-718126693154651540?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-77548746362871366232009-03-16T09:27:00.000-07:002009-04-23T15:12:49.924-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sb5-XLA9oKI/AAAAAAAABsg/ROVykr1McE4/s1600-h/Scan10088.BMP"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313823546902683810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/Sb5-XLA9oKI/AAAAAAAABsg/ROVykr1McE4/s200/Scan10088.BMP" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">"Mi madre es una antigua piedra que aún sigue tallando sus transparencias." </span></em></strong></div><div></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">con amor</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">-Silvia-</span></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></em></strong></div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.irmaperrone.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc99;">http://www.irmaperrone.blogspot.com/</span></strong></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-7754874636287136623?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-364516382011377262009-03-15T08:34:00.000-07:002009-03-15T08:44:17.396-07:00<a href="http://www.milibreria.wordpress.com/"><strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">http://www.milibreria.wordpress.com</span></strong></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">milibreria dijo...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#99ff99;"> </span></strong><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">Si Ana Frank creyó en la bondad del hombre... qué haremos nosotros?<br />Me ha gustado mucho tu blog. No sé si te gustaría algún aporte... es que me gusta mucho alejo Carpentier (cubana al fin) y siempre estoy citando esta frase de su novela El Reino de este mundo</span><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#99ff99;">:..."</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">la grandeza del hombre está precisamente en querer mejorar lo que es. En imponerse Tareas. En el Reino de los Cielos no hay grandeza que conquistar, puesto que allá todo es jerarquía establecida, incógnita despejada, existir sin término, imposibilidad de sacrificio, reposo y deleite. Por ello, agobiado de penas y de Tareas, hermoso dentro de su miseria, capaz de amar en medio de las plagas, el hombre solo puede hallar su grandeza, su máxima medida en el Reino de este Mundo."<br /></span></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">Disculpa que te la haya copiado completa, no es para que la publiques, sino para que la disfrutes. Nadie mejor que tú. Un saludo, volveré.<br />ADE </span></em><br /><em></em><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">******************************</span></em><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><strong>Muchísimas gracias por tu comentario y por compartir tu cita ! muy generoso de tu parte haber llegado aqui también...<br />que mi abrazo llegue hasta Cuba !!!<br />silvia<br /></strong></span><em><br /><br /></em><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-36451638201137726?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-45306702033830474082009-03-10T06:17:00.000-07:002009-03-10T06:22:00.544-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SbZo0762XQI/AAAAAAAABlo/o3GRXcLz14c/s1600-h/citas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311548069177089282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SbZo0762XQI/AAAAAAAABlo/o3GRXcLz14c/s200/citas.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">"Qué haría yo sin lo absurdo y lo fugaz"</span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4530670203383047408?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-12746465850773727222009-02-07T05:01:00.000-08:002009-03-07T18:10:19.371-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SY2Gft7blvI/AAAAAAAABc0/3I0tFecAjEk/s1600-h/lennon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300040215947876082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SY2Gft7blvI/AAAAAAAABc0/3I0tFecAjEk/s200/lennon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"><em>"La vida es aquello que te va sucediendo mientras estás ocupado haciendo otros planes."</em></span></strong><br />------------------<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Anónimo dijo...<br />HOla Silvia,<br />una gran frase.<br />Te envio un saludo desde Barcelona, España.<br /><br />Lola Mariné<br />http://www.gatosporlostejadosblogspot.com<br /></span>-----------------------<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ana dijo...<br />Lástima que no sepamos disfrutar cada segundo de paz.<br /><br />Saludos y felicitaciones por el blog, se respira tranquilidad.<br /></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-1274646585077372722?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-7615091850836267422009-01-10T08:37:00.001-08:002009-02-07T05:13:30.152-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SWjPfWa1SWI/AAAAAAAABT8/mziRQ7_ZBhU/s1600-h/ordenado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705899847666018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SWjPfWa1SWI/AAAAAAAABT8/mziRQ7_ZBhU/s200/ordenado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><strong>"Todo aquello que es ordenado y efectivo nunca alcanza a abrazar la verdad entera: la vida se derrama siempre sobre el borde de una taza."</strong></span></div><br /><br />*************************<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#66ffff;">.:*:. Ferípula .:*:. dijo...<br />Fuerte y cierto este pensamiento.<br />Estoy buscando a Cis..., la conoces?<br />Un beso<br /></span><br /></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-761509185083626742?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-40180521726759189572009-01-10T02:42:00.000-08:002009-01-10T08:49:15.237-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SWh8KdLJx7I/AAAAAAAABT0/_16byNV7MGU/s1600-h/ana+frank.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289614281418590130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SWh8KdLJx7I/AAAAAAAABT0/_16byNV7MGU/s200/ana+frank.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"><em><strong>Lo que me asombra es no haber abandonado por completo mis esperanzas, que parecen absurdas e irrealizables. Y, sin embargo, me aferro a ellas a pesar de todo y sigo creyendo en la innata bondad del hombre.<br /></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4018052172675918957?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-29001494440621222152008-12-31T12:58:00.000-08:002008-12-31T13:05:00.360-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SVvdcMr0kfI/AAAAAAAABS0/UPt5lbJVMYo/s1600-h/168.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286062064160510450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SVvdcMr0kfI/AAAAAAAABS0/UPt5lbJVMYo/s320/168.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffff66;"> <strong>TODAS MIS NECESIDADES DE EXPRESIÓN !!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">MUCHOS CARIÑOS Y FELIZ 2009</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">DE PAZ Y BENDICIONES PARA TODOS !!!<br /></span></div></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-2900149444062122215?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-70033929144444784652008-12-28T11:53:00.000-08:002008-12-28T12:01:04.089-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SVfaQKGWoJI/AAAAAAAABSs/KGVQgfWn1Jc/s1600-h/ala.jpg"><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284932658866331794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SVfaQKGWoJI/AAAAAAAABSs/KGVQgfWn1Jc/s320/ala.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"> "Hundirse, caer o volar como vuela de desnudez el viento huyendo del espejo que nos atrapa en cada llegada."<br /></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-7003392914444478465?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-56782669253954949482008-12-27T11:53:00.000-08:002008-12-27T11:56:44.190-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SVaIJannlZI/AAAAAAAABRw/Ga0H5Eg7OEY/s1600-h/esta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284560908111549842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SVaIJannlZI/AAAAAAAABRw/Ga0H5Eg7OEY/s200/esta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><strong>"No hay nada que querer. Sucederá."</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-5678266925395494948?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-18787898720085931592008-12-27T05:10:00.001-08:002008-12-27T05:12:55.107-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SVYpkuUcKcI/AAAAAAAABQc/1u2V---lMEc/s1600-h/gato+negro.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284456923651647938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SVYpkuUcKcI/AAAAAAAABQc/1u2V---lMEc/s200/gato+negro.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">"Despierto ya se ponía en marcha hacia sí mismo"</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-1878789872008593159?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-35506089821738399852008-12-14T13:14:00.000-08:002008-12-14T13:22:14.923-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><strong>nélida dijo...<br />Muy bueno Silvia, tiene mucha calidez!! Cariños </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;">****************************************</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"><em>Gracias por tus palabras "cálidas"</em></span> , <em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;">me animan a seguir construyendo !<br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;">un beso</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"><em>silvia</em></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"><br /><a href="http://www.el/"></a><br /><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-3550608982173839985?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-45669718333328884772008-12-14T07:01:00.000-08:002008-12-14T13:21:07.517-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Muy interesante y bonito el nuevo Blog<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://www.photomalaga.blogspot.com/">http://www.photomalaga.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.es.youtube.com/Torofoto">http://www.es.youtube.com/Torofoto</a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Ricardo M. Giménez Toro </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">********************************************</span></em></strong><br /><p><strong><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></p></span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4566971833332888477?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-6132309010196852782008-12-13T08:29:00.000-08:002008-12-13T08:31:38.046-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SUPjDNtFIUI/AAAAAAAABKM/jb1CM_LuMPE/s1600-h/%C3%A1rbol+cueva.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279312832566206786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SUPjDNtFIUI/AAAAAAAABKM/jb1CM_LuMPE/s200/%C3%A1rbol+cueva.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"><strong> "Creo posible que el futuro sea así: una cueva y el mar."<br /></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-613230901019685278?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-88087561171616405112008-12-13T06:25:00.000-08:002008-12-13T06:28:19.018-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SUPGAt1FfDI/AAAAAAAABKE/eVW1slW-8cw/s1600-h/caballitos+de+mar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279280903812906034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SUPGAt1FfDI/AAAAAAAABKE/eVW1slW-8cw/s200/caballitos+de+mar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong><em>¿Cómo podés matar de hambre a la gente y pensar que hay que pisar cadáveres de los sumergidos para que la patria financiera no se despeine?</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8808756117161640511?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-80152585760803430482008-12-12T14:43:00.000-08:002008-12-12T14:45:14.282-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SULpIxbd1-I/AAAAAAAABJ8/uYEPHxMcbbM/s1600-h/luci%C3%A9rnaga.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279038050148407266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SULpIxbd1-I/AAAAAAAABJ8/uYEPHxMcbbM/s200/luci%C3%A9rnaga.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"><em>"Algunas cosas, para mostrarme su inexistencia, se hicieron mías."</em></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8015258576080343048?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-68221212766816065952008-12-12T14:37:00.000-08:002009-02-07T05:16:56.685-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SULn3M-kWMI/AAAAAAAABJ0/jK1C2rLZDkg/s1600-h/tibur%C3%B3n.jpg"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279036648794118338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/SULn3M-kWMI/AAAAAAAABJ0/jK1C2rLZDkg/s200/tibur%C3%B3n.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;"> "Cada instante es un abismo que se descubre"<br /></span></em></div></strong><div align="right"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></div><br />***********************<br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><strong>Comentario:<br /><br /></strong></span></em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;">Anónimo dijo...<br />a veces en la profunidades de uno mismo...<br />muy buen blog y excelentes citas.<br />saludos, Ma.Soledad<br /></span><br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-6822121276681606595?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-37807694004325917042008-12-08T04:57:00.000-08:002008-12-08T05:04:51.706-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/ST0aqL24AvI/AAAAAAAABIc/4HUr6YM-ioI/s1600-h/flor+de+color+rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277403650387870450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/ST0aqL24AvI/AAAAAAAABIc/4HUr6YM-ioI/s200/flor+de+color+rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;">"EL AMOR ES COMO EL FUEGO, </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;">SI NO SE COMUNICA SE APAGA."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-3780769400432591704?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-43890787630429678982008-11-30T15:26:00.000-08:002008-11-30T15:35:44.279-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STMiPw4samI/AAAAAAAABHs/1XUjaVkXuCw/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274597242797058658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STMiPw4samI/AAAAAAAABHs/1XUjaVkXuCw/s200/rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"><strong><em>"Me despido de tí, pero no me separo de tí"</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4389078763042967898?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-43551014510948985852008-11-30T15:19:00.000-08:002008-12-13T08:40:28.899-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STMfqOTpxjI/AAAAAAAABHk/xT_rIO9pMsg/s1600-h/noble7.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274594398836475442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STMfqOTpxjI/AAAAAAAABHk/xT_rIO9pMsg/s200/noble7.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"><strong> "Solamente siendo fiel a la vida, puedo ser fiel al arte. Y la fidelidad a la vida significa bondad, simplicidad, probidad."<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br />****************************<br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">La FIDELIDAD AL ARTE O LA VIDA, CUÁL SE ORIGINA PRIMERO ? <em>dependerà de las necesidades y prioridades de nuestro mundo interior.<br /></em>Luis, un gracias ENORME por estar también entre mis citas, gracias por tu tiempo AQUI, <em>y acompañar mis búsquedas en todos estos caminos !!</em> Te quiero.<br />-sil-<br /></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4355101451094898585?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-33282340719674922032008-11-30T12:49:00.000-08:002008-11-30T12:57:41.373-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STL9tQg_SHI/AAAAAAAABHc/IHHr-chnRjE/s1600-h/pluma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274557067573545074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STL9tQg_SHI/AAAAAAAABHc/IHHr-chnRjE/s200/pluma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"><strong><em>"La armonía que permite la acción también otorga un fluir libre a la escritura. Es un problema de asimilación e integración."</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-3328234071967492203?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-41535262033535090222008-11-30T12:29:00.000-08:002008-12-20T06:28:17.768-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STL3_bEMllI/AAAAAAAABHM/2ZQnpoKG7yg/s1600-h/GIO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274550782573450834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STL3_bEMllI/AAAAAAAABHM/2ZQnpoKG7yg/s200/GIO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>"Observar, disfrutar, dejar a los pensamientos jugar su papel , es tan hermoso como ver al mar con sus millones de olas. La mente también es un mar y sus pensamientos son olas. Sin embargo la gente va y disfruta de las olas del océano y no disfruta de las olas de su conciencia."</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong></div><div></div><br /><br />----------------------------------------<br /><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">anaiv dijo...<br />Habria que ver porque no se disfruta de las propias olas...<br />Muy muy interesante tu blog Silvia.<br />Un beso.<br />Anaiv<br /></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4153526203353509022?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-46804448413070674722008-11-30T11:38:00.000-08:002008-11-30T11:55:32.044-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STLu-5tPORI/AAAAAAAABGk/s_ImCei64Co/s1600-h/dos+gotas+de+roc%C3%ADo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274540878014134546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STLu-5tPORI/AAAAAAAABGk/s_ImCei64Co/s200/dos+gotas+de+roc%C3%ADo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"><strong><em>"Vamos... preparemos con alegría nuestra fuga, escapémonos de las penitenciarías de la vida, que nos están esperando la belleza y la pasión, la utopía de una mirada que puede inventar un mundo."</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4680444841307067472?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-81142767604683152492008-11-30T09:24:00.000-08:002008-11-30T09:28:33.487-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STLM90S9VkI/AAAAAAAABGU/jy1Em9cCm5A/s1600-h/barco.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274503475986519618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STLM90S9VkI/AAAAAAAABGU/jy1Em9cCm5A/s200/barco.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><strong><em>"Las únicas muertes que el hombre conoce son aquellas a que se sobrevive."</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8114276760468315249?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-45855796754379682662008-11-30T08:34:00.000-08:002008-11-30T08:39:56.674-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STLBP6CTRxI/AAAAAAAABFs/CxJUTEQ-8AY/s1600-h/fantasia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274490592625379090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STLBP6CTRxI/AAAAAAAABFs/CxJUTEQ-8AY/s200/fantasia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"><strong>"Cuanto más se aparta una cosa de la realidad, más pura es, más bella y buena. La única posiblidad es vivir en el arte sólo gracias a sus fantasmas estéticos."</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4585579675437968266?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-41058848961425691022008-11-30T08:06:00.000-08:002008-11-30T08:12:54.177-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STK6zI-z3_I/AAAAAAAABFk/eGT6kkONCxY/s1600-h/caracolitos.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274483501351297010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STK6zI-z3_I/AAAAAAAABFk/eGT6kkONCxY/s200/caracolitos.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"><strong><em> "Parece que no solamente cada ser, sino cada época, cada era de la humanidad, tienen una misión que cumplir. Y esa es para cada ser y para cada època una cuestión de vida o muerte, en el sentido profundo de estas palabras. Cada ser y cada época se encuentran siempre, en un momento dado."<br /></em></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4105884896142569102?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-5426765858216681582008-11-30T07:59:00.000-08:002008-11-30T08:04:40.476-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STK4_UNrKDI/AAAAAAAABFc/h_FaCHrGy0s/s1600-h/honguito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274481511501604914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STK4_UNrKDI/AAAAAAAABFc/h_FaCHrGy0s/s200/honguito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>"... la vida misma, tratando de descubrir </em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>qué es la Vida."</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-542676585821668158?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-44263776666966207412008-11-30T07:49:00.000-08:002008-11-30T07:52:02.939-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STK2RawPdnI/AAAAAAAABFU/dRUlitxkMaQ/s1600-h/vaquita.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274478523959965298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STK2RawPdnI/AAAAAAAABFU/dRUlitxkMaQ/s200/vaquita.jpg" border="0" /></em></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"><strong><em> "Cuando afirmamos nuestra intuición somos como la noche estrellada: contemplamos el mundo a través de miles de ojos."<br /></em></strong></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4426377666696620741?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-26865030948479150112008-11-30T06:58:00.000-08:002008-11-30T07:01:39.769-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKqUO2O4WI/AAAAAAAABFM/s96jhF80F3c/s1600-h/musical.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274465378163941730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKqUO2O4WI/AAAAAAAABFM/s96jhF80F3c/s320/musical.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"> a Wagner: </span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><strong>"Mi pluma se gasta a fuerza de escribirte. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><strong>Un sólo acorde nos acerca más que todas las frases del mundo."<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-2686503094847915011?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-87766722919962515802008-11-30T06:50:00.000-08:002008-11-30T06:54:11.032-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKoy27VEXI/AAAAAAAABFE/7I1-CfH60U8/s1600-h/payasin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274463705295556978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKoy27VEXI/AAAAAAAABFE/7I1-CfH60U8/s320/payasin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">"Todos los hombres que conozco son superiores en algún sentido. En ese sentido, aprendo de ellos."</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-8776672291996251580?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-62997797872776681332008-11-30T06:40:00.000-08:002008-11-30T06:41:38.630-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKl6iMIYxI/AAAAAAAABE8/sj5ivkmNGd4/s1600-h/avevoladora.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274460538632954642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKl6iMIYxI/AAAAAAAABE8/sj5ivkmNGd4/s200/avevoladora.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"><strong>"El realismo es atreverse"</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-6299779787277668133?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-26568828121770274922008-11-30T06:05:00.000-08:002008-11-30T06:10:49.918-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKdutaCalI/AAAAAAAABEs/Mxg7YEKz9XE/s1600-h/pajaro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274451539392621138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKdutaCalI/AAAAAAAABEs/Mxg7YEKz9XE/s320/pajaro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em>"Ahora veo la marca en el libro y me digo que por ahí estuve, y a veces, a través de la marca recupero el paisaje donde esa marca llegó al papel, recupero ideas, emociones, recupero cafés, departamentos alquilados, trenes, colectivos, los rostros de los regaleros que hicieron posible algunos libros sobre mi mano..." </em></strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-2656882812177027492?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-53462770108565309272008-11-30T05:51:00.000-08:002008-11-30T05:54:23.908-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKaiT075OI/AAAAAAAABEk/emDgnEcYOUQ/s1600-h/mar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274448027832804578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STKaiT075OI/AAAAAAAABEk/emDgnEcYOUQ/s320/mar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"><strong>"No hay que tener miedo, sino dudas. La duda es el motor y no la puedes evitar en ningúna actividad creativa. El artista que no duda de lo que hace no puede ser bueno."</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-5346277010856530927?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-47668575150207342422008-11-29T16:51:00.000-08:002008-11-30T05:34:46.990-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STHkGi8XDJI/AAAAAAAABEA/cpOqwtbbYOE/s1600-h/hojas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274247439737883794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STHkGi8XDJI/AAAAAAAABEA/cpOqwtbbYOE/s320/hojas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>"Las grandes almas tienen voluntades;</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><em>las débiles tan sólo deseos"</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;">Proverbio chino </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-4766857515020734242?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-27415400562208605012008-11-29T15:52:00.000-08:002008-12-20T06:31:28.428-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STHVxw03CjI/AAAAAAAABDY/aopxG8R-k98/s1600-h/rosa+sobre+fondo+turqueza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274231689524480562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STHVxw03CjI/AAAAAAAABDY/aopxG8R-k98/s320/rosa+sobre+fondo+turqueza.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"><strong>"Me aferro al mundo creado por los artistas, porque el otro está lleno de horror, y no le encuentro remedio."</strong></span></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"><em>-Anais Nin-</em></span></strong></p><br />-------------------------<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"><strong>anaiv dijo...<br />Cuanta verdad!<br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-2741540056220860501?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-74964027116493041802008-11-29T13:27:00.000-08:002008-11-30T05:29:38.185-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STG0OVSzBEI/AAAAAAAABC4/fiQrcTdm1vQ/s1600-h/amarilla+y+rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274194796954715202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STG0OVSzBEI/AAAAAAAABC4/fiQrcTdm1vQ/s320/amarilla+y+rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em> "Un libro abierto es un cerebro que habla; cerrado, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>un amigo que espera; olvidado, un alma que perdona; </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong><em>destruìdo, un corazón que llora."<br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-7496402711649304180?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608216494591272085.post-34685931243884623642008-11-29T13:17:00.000-08:002008-11-30T05:30:17.526-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STGxuG6xKoI/AAAAAAAABCw/OoxXS7fpP7s/s1600-h/flor+amarilla+sobre+fondo+celeste.jpg"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274192044316764802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekIrtEKGlQ/STGxuG6xKoI/AAAAAAAABCw/OoxXS7fpP7s/s320/flor+amarilla+sobre+fondo+celeste.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><strong>"Todos los cambios, aún los más anhelados, tienen su melancolía, pues lo que dejamos es una parte de nosotros mismos; hay que morir una vida para entrar en otra."</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608216494591272085-3468593124388462364?l=entrecitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>silvia palferrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08498955250586461200noreply@blogger.com0