tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83748224116292584972011-04-21T20:18:13.351-07:002norte1915http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587202925884347141noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374822411629258497.post-59083206931866543152008-07-10T18:46:00.000-07:002008-07-10T18:55:53.667-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GXcNgwFU3c&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GXcNgwFU3c&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374822411629258497-5908320693186654315?l=2norte1915.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>2norte1915http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587202925884347141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374822411629258497.post-37707144063700145242008-07-09T13:00:00.000-07:002008-07-09T13:08:04.422-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8k-eRAhvGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8k-eRAhvGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374822411629258497-3770714406370014524?l=2norte1915.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>2norte1915http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587202925884347141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374822411629258497.post-88702690848788877482008-06-18T13:12:00.000-07:002008-06-18T13:58:12.471-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">..."Abrir los ojos, es decir, ser conscientes de lo que realmente sucede en el mundo, reconocer el modo en que sus miradas estan generalmente atadas a determinadas posiciones y perspectivas" .Una mirada mas alla del pensamiento, una mirada austera he infinita, libre del sentimieto ,que no canta ni recita</span><span style="color:#000000;"> ...ligera, sertera y reposada, repentina, profuda y desinteresada ...una mirada que no quiya la ropa, que no se vuelve loca que apenas y te toca...en fin una mirada de niño sin odio ni cariño, que me lleve al lugar y me traiga el lugar que se deje guiar sin poner resistensia siempre abierta a cualquer sujerensia </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374822411629258497-8870269084878887748?l=2norte1915.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>2norte1915http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587202925884347141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8374822411629258497.post-74277555496126752982008-05-16T20:53:00.000-07:002008-05-16T20:55:27.156-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xaB2auTQTA/SC5XIYvfQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WF_4qWnZR5w/s1600-h/%C3%B1a%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xaB2auTQTA/SC5XIYvfQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WF_4qWnZR5w/s320/%C3%B1a%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201190421251703698" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8374822411629258497-7427755549612675298?l=2norte1915.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>2norte1915http://www.blogger.com/profile/17587202925884347141noreply@blogger.com0