tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42694156438011050002011-07-30T11:24:34.172-07:00angelitanoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269415643801105000.post-40830474658540396402010-09-09T12:37:00.000-07:002010-09-09T12:37:13.052-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/TIk3Pb-qloI/AAAAAAAAANw/1UmEQp4InXQ/s1600/cdf5c2448d5d3c365bf3f81lm9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/TIk3Pb-qloI/AAAAAAAAANw/1UmEQp4InXQ/s400/cdf5c2448d5d3c365bf3f81lm9.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><ul><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">La vida es aquello que te va sucediendo mientras te empeñas en hacer otros planes.</span></div></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269415643801105000-4083047465854039640?l=angelita52.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>angelitanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269415643801105000.post-61547227364426169492010-09-09T12:34:00.000-07:002010-09-09T12:34:04.687-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/TIk2ek8iv0I/AAAAAAAAANo/Gys6wtyRoZ4/s1600/210305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/TIk2ek8iv0I/AAAAAAAAANo/Gys6wtyRoZ4/s400/210305.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><ul><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div></li><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"><strong>Cuando la vida te presente razones para llorar, demuéstrale que tienes mil y una razones para reír.</strong></span></div></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269415643801105000-6154722736442616949?l=angelita52.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>angelitanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269415643801105000.post-7516137681912329152009-07-12T13:24:00.000-07:002009-07-12T13:27:47.717-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/SlpGki2YuJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5ydeENqoHMk/s1600-h/57e6c6f6-7034-4268-9c6c-6b5fddcf014f.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357672300354779282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/SlpGki2YuJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5ydeENqoHMk/s320/57e6c6f6-7034-4268-9c6c-6b5fddcf014f.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">CAMPO DE BATALLA(Rafael Alberti)Nace en las ingles un calor callado,como un rumor de espuma silencioso.Su dura mimbre el tulipán preciosodobla sin agua, vivo y agotado.Crece en la sangre un desasosegado,urgente pensamiento belicoso.La exhausta flor perdida en su reposorompe su sueño en la raíz mojado.Salta la tierra y de su entraña pierdesavia, veneno y alameda verde.Palpita, cruje, azota, empuja, estalla.La vida hiende vida en plena vida.Y aunque la muerte gane la partida,todo es un campo alegre de batalla.<br /></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269415643801105000-751613768191232915?l=angelita52.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>angelitanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269415643801105000.post-48275580945520769782009-07-12T12:50:00.000-07:002009-07-12T12:54:22.369-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/Slo_Kj31tXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Fq0-QWh0Ir0/s1600-h/Animación76.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357664157371315570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/Slo_Kj31tXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Fq0-QWh0Ir0/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n76.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Los sabios buscan la sabiduría; los necios creen haberla encontrado.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269415643801105000-4827558094552076978?l=angelita52.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>angelitanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269415643801105000.post-44787445185125081082009-07-09T14:13:00.000-07:002009-07-09T14:16:13.611-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/SlZd0EkTjhI/AAAAAAAAALU/8Zm5E-atMYI/s1600-h/Animaci%C3%B3n39.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356571955964382738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/SlZd0EkTjhI/AAAAAAAAALU/8Zm5E-atMYI/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n39.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Si la gente sólo hablara cuando tuviera algo que decir, el ser humano perdería muy pronto el uso del lenguaje.</span></strong><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269415643801105000-4478744518512508108?l=angelita52.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>angelitanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269415643801105000.post-57701184576689365472009-07-03T14:40:00.000-07:002009-07-03T14:44:59.612-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/Sk57jYaCRBI/AAAAAAAAALM/vDwQhSt_S6M/s1600-h/Animaci%C3%B3n68n.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352854767387666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/Sk57jYaCRBI/AAAAAAAAALM/vDwQhSt_S6M/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n68n.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">Un cinico es un hombre </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">que sabe el precio </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">de todas las cosas</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">e ignora el valor a un de una sola.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269415643801105000-5770118457668936547?l=angelita52.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>angelitanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269415643801105000.post-25122350790800898352009-07-03T14:35:00.000-07:002009-07-03T14:39:22.876-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/Sk56clUYpOI/AAAAAAAAALE/BhBLbJ9Ktcc/s1600-h/Animaci%C3%B3n55.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354351638462637282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/Sk56clUYpOI/AAAAAAAAALE/BhBLbJ9Ktcc/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n55.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Ojo por ojo, y el mundo terminara ciego.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269415643801105000-2512235079080089835?l=angelita52.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>angelitanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269415643801105000.post-56319983920626405062009-07-03T14:17:00.000-07:002009-07-03T14:22:15.391-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/Sk52aneH4UI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lbg8HxKnJJA/s1600-h/Animaci%C3%B3n14.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354347206634103106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FK7s5OA1Jmc/Sk52aneH4UI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lbg8HxKnJJA/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n14.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Siempre es más valioso tener el </strong><strong>respeto</strong><strong> que la </strong><strong>admiración</strong><strong> de las personas.</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269415643801105000-5631998392062640506?l=angelita52.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>angelitanoreply@blogger.com0